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Post by Sam on Jun 23, 2024 9:08:42 GMT -6
Smoke billows from the stage as the pounding guitars of Eternal Champion's 'Skullseeker' plays over the PA system signalling the arrival of The Mighty Caleb. Caleb's Clan rise to their feet in adulation as Caleb raises a mighty fist high into the air to begin the 'SKAL!' chants, Caleb then makes his way down the ramp like a man on a mission. He fist bumps the outreached fists of his followers before he steps up the ring steps and onto the apron where he once again raises his fist high in the air and lets out a mighty howl for the crowd. Caleb then steps between the ropes and is handed a microphone by a member of the ring crew. As Caleb's entrance music fades the roar of the crowd only intensifies as he stands proudly in the ring ready to speak. As the crowd fall to a hush, Caleb raises the microphone to his mouth.
The Mighty Caleb: It must seem as if every single month - a grave new danger faces The Mighty Caleb. Indeed, in my very first month in this realm I ran into the mighty Colossus known as Bronson Reed and him and I would do fierce battle in the first ever Viking Rules match this realm has ever seen. On that night 'The Colossus' was driven back to whichever realm he emerged from and he no longer torments this realm with his great strength and hunger for power. Then The Mighty Caleb would find himself in the firing line of The Mafia, of 'The Demon Prince' Finn Balor and his band of rogues and those too would be vanquished... then came Jamie Hayter, a fierce Shieldmaiden and a woman who I may now call a friend, an ally - we glued glass shards to our fists and we beat each other senseless until one could no longer stand and on that night... The Mighty Caleb stood tall. Then came Wrestlemania where Caleb would relinquish the Television Championship after crashing over ten feet from a ladder - a fall which would break any normal man but The Mighty Caleb came back stronger and went to eliminate 'The Horror King' from the Revolution Realm just last month. It seems to be a running theme - each month the Gods in their mysterious ways choose to test The Mighty Caleb and each and every time they test Caleb's might... Caleb proves himself their most mighty warrior. So it is of no surprise now that I should stand to do battle with yet another great danger, the man they call 'The King of Strong Style' - Shinsuke Nakamura.
The crowd give a loud mixed reaction for the mere mention of Shinsuke Nakamura's name.
For weeks now, Shinsuke Nakamura has wreaked havoc upon this land. He has beaten great warriors such as my former foe and ally Jamie Hayter and my good friend, The Diabetic Dragon Kyle O'Reilly and now he finds himself set to do battle with The Mighty Caleb. But he does not wage battle in the same way The Mighty Caleb does. Where I test my battle hardened steel in combat, fist to fist, man to man - Shinsuke Nakamura wages war in a different manner. He uses his mind, his intellect to get under the skin of his opponents - he tries to play games and tricks with your head and if that doesn't work then he has his own very special gift from whichever demonic deity he chooses to worship - a vile red mist he blinds his opponents with. A truly despicable weapon and one which he uses with the glee and fervour of a true villain. I am of course wary of this - but you should not mistake this for fear for The Mighty Caleb fears no man, woman nor beast. This is just the next test of Caleb, and one which I will conquer just like all those I have conquered before.
Caleb nods his head and begins to pace back and forth in the ring, seemingly already hyped up for what will be the most important match of his time in this realm to date.
The importance of this bout is not lost on The Mighty Caleb. I may not be of this realm but I understand the role of royalty, of kingship - and I understand the magnitude of being named King of any realm let alone the Revolution Realm. My opponent may have dreams of holding such nobility - after all he has coined himself 'The King of Strong Style' - but The Mighty Caleb never had such ambitions. I am not the type of man to expect courtesy on arrival - I am not the type of man to divide the land of others or to invoke laws and taxes. I do not wish to connive and play politics with others - but I suspect perhaps my opponents idea of a 'King' is more in line with this. Though I intend to win the King of The Ring tournament and be named King of this realm... I do not intend to sit upon a gilded throne and wave my sceptre expecting praise - you will not see The Mighty Caleb in silken gowns, no - all The Mighty Caleb wants is the title, the right to be known as this realms most capable warrior and to conquer yet another prize in the name of the mighty Gods and in the name, honour and glory of my mighty clan, all of you here tonight!
Caleb's Clan begin to chant 'SKAL!, SKAL!, SKAL!' but Caleb hushes them with the raise of a hand before speaking again with a smile on his face.
My brothers and sisters we will toast and drink merrily once Final Battle has come to pass - make no mistake it will be a great feast once we have claimed our prize and conquered 'The King of Strong Style' but let's not look beyond this battle... for it is a battle fraught with danger, deceit and deception - our opponent stands not as a hulking monster nor even as a great maniacal demon - but rather as something different. Our opponent is cunning, captivating with a serpentine tongue and he will use every trick in his arsenal to fell The Mighty Caleb. I make no argument to be as smart as my opponent nor as conniving. I intend to beat Nakamura the only way I know how and that is through strength, power, resolve and the combined glory of all of you cheering me on. Nakamura may be the smarter man, he may think he has this all wrapped up - at least in his own mind. But he is yet to feel the force, the power and the might of The Mighty Caleb - he is yet to face a warrior of might, the man who will be the Warlord King of the Revolution Realm sitting upon his throne made not of gold but of skull and bones... and once he does he will know that The Mighty Caleb will bow his head to no man and that he will never be given the chance... for his skull will belong to me, the Skullseeker, The Mighty Caleb!
The crowd roar in approval as Caleb raises his drinking horn high into the air - Caleb smiles widely taking in his support for a moment until the mood changes...
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Post by Jye on Jun 23, 2024 10:55:26 GMT -6
Burnin' Daylight" plays throughout the arena as the arena darkens and a spotlight top of the stage, The Gunns, with Juice, Gunns raise their gunns up. Juice is acting erratic ready to unload all of his energy, They each have a microphone in hand as they walk towards the ring... Austin Gunn: "Rome by order of the Bang Bang Gang... Gunns Up..."The crowd a bit more hesitant than usual, These are turncoats and even worse Italians... The "Juice" Robinson: "THE Juice is LOOSE, I am the fourth man, The most important man, To keep me walking away, Carter offered THE JUICE anything he wanted and you know what the Juice wanted, Well I'll tell ya, It's to let The Juice Loose and let the stray bullet do what he wants and when he wants. The docs said I should still be in a cast but you know the JUICE has the juice flowing through his veins, I heal like The Incredible Hulk that's what they be calling me. THE INCREDIBLE JUICE. Tonight, at the historic Colosseum, the Bang Bang Gang is here to make history, baby! We're here to make LEGENDS, Spartacus will have nothing on Juice, They will talk about how JUICE is a GLADIATOR OF THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY. Taking names and fighting making a name for myself, Juice is dangerous on one leg but deadly on two, And unlucky for the three dim-wits who drew the short straw..."
The "Juice" Robinson: "Robert Roode, Tony D'Angelo, Logan Paul—listen up and listen good. You might think you're ready for this fight, but you've never faced anything like the Juice. I'm not just another wrestler; I'm a force of nature. I'm THE STORM THAT STORMS ARE SCARED OF! That's right when Thunder hears me coming, It becomes like a dog cowering in fear, The storm that's about to tear through this Colosseum and become numero uno contender. "
"The "Juice" Robinson: "Tony D'Angelo, you talk about being the Don, Tony D, the only Don I respect is Don-ald Duck, You ain't him though you're just a goof stepping INTO THE STORM THAT is Juice Robinson. D'Angelo, you had your little moment in the sun. You came out here, struttin' like a peacock in front of your people, basking in their cheers. But let me tell you something, 'Don'. When the Juice is loose, no amount of hometown pride is gonna save you. Your people might love you but I HATE YOUR GUTS... "all of em'""
Colton pipes up putting a extra exclamation point on Juices point...
The "Juice" Robinson: "Logan, I may hate his GUTS but everything about you... knowing you exist is like the feeling you get when someone kicks a puppy, or when you're diagnosed with a terminal form of incurable cancer. Everything that is going to come out of your mouth when you finally make your appearance known from the security of your phone... Logan, we all know you aren't going to be here for long. You're a tourist in our world, a sideshow act that thinks he's the main event. Well, guess what, Logan? THE JUICE is a different ball game from the Sons of a Gunn you can't steal a win against me. Especially now that I've been given free reign..."
The "Juice" Robinson: "And Roode, don't think I forgot about you. You are championship material right? But all I see is a washed up hack who can't hack it. The Juice is all too familiar with guys like you, Had all the sizzle but now are burnt and used up. You've lost a step, What you going to do when you've got the Juice runnin' wild on you? I'll tell you, NUTHIN because you've got nothing on Juice. At Final Battle, I'm gonna show the world that Roode can't handle the storm I'm bringing. You'll be lucky to walk out of this Colosseum in one piece, because when the Juice is loose, it's all over for anyone standing in my way! You're gonna learn the hard way that the Juice ain't just a name—it's a promise!...
The trio enter the ring, Things look about to get heated as...
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Post by Cwalker on Jun 23, 2024 12:38:54 GMT -6
L...A.....Knight!
The music of the one and only Undisputed UWF Champion begins to ring out of the arena. The people get to their feet and sure enough, the Champ makes his presence known. LA Knight is here at Final Battle. But he is not alone; tonight he is joined by his right hand Christopher Adonis. The duo make their way down the ramp towards the ring, LA Knight even stopping to sign an autograph or two. What a gracious Million Dollar Champion he is. The duo reach the end of the stage before leaping onto the apron and entering the ring. Knight grabs a microphone and walks to the center of the ring where he motions for the music to fade. "Welcome to LA" begins to go silent as the Champ prepares to speak.
LA Knight
Rome, Italy....Let Me Talk To 'Ya!!!
The fans pop for the Champ's trademark opening line.
'Ya Million Dollar Champion has made all the trip all the way to one of the finest cities in the world for one reason and one reason only. To whoop a bald headed Sicilian's ass all over this country. And in case 'ya been living under a rock over the last month, that Sicilain's name is Tommaso Ciampa.
Let's just say The Don isn't the most popular man in the business at the moment.
Tommaso, 'ya got this match 'cause Etahn thought he saw something in 'ya. He thought he saw a World Champion. He thought he saw a man that could lead Revolution. He thought he saw a man that finally broke through. No, was Ethan correct in his thoughts? NAH NAH! 'Cause for everything Ethan thought Tommaso Ciampa was, L...A....Knight knows exactly who he is. Tommaso Ciampa is the same average nobody that has had opportunitites in the past and fumbled them all. This opportunity will be no different. Next Sunday, Tommaso Ciampa will get yet another chance to soar. But just like every other time, Tommaso Ciampa is flying a little too close to the sun and is gd with oing to get burned.
Final Battle is such an appropriate name. 'Cause come June 30th, it's going to be Tommaso Ciampa's final chance he belongs here. L....A.....Knight thought Sami Zayn ran him off, but Tommaso Ciampa is very much like a cockroach. He will not die. At first, it was endearing. But now, he's becoming annoying. He's become annoying to the locker room. He's become annoying to The Masterpiece. And he's become annoying to L...A....Knight. Since it's been announced that Tommaso Ciampa had this match, he's gotten a big head. He attacked L...A....Knight and Walking Armaggedon at dinner. He sent his muscle to try and take us out 'cause he's not man enough to do it himself. And throughout all that, we're still here. L...A....Knight is still here! And L....A.....Knight will be damned if he loses this Championship that he fought his ass off to win to a mediocre wrestler cosplaying as Tony Sorprano. Let''s not forget just who L...A....Knight is! L....A....Knight is the man that won the Royal Rumble. L...A....Knight is the man that went on the main event of WrestleMania and did something nobody else had the kavorka to do. L...A...Knight beat Drew McIntyre one on one. Current AND future Hall of Famers in this company can't say that. But the Million Dollar Champion can. Not once, but twice. Whether anyone in that locker room wants to admit it or not, L....A.....Knight IS UWF!
But L...A....Knight can't go on reminding Tommaso Ciampa exactly who he is without bringing up the fact that L...A....Knight is also the man that has beaten Tommaso Ciampa on two separate occasions. Hell, one of them wasn't even that long ago. Ciampa, 'ya may have changed 'ya presentation. 'Ya may have brought in a few lackies. 'Ya may have completely reinvented yourself, but let L...A...Knight reassure 'ya of one thing. When that bell rings on Sunday, L....A.....Knight is going to remind 'ya that 'ya are the same utter failure that 'ya always been. The third time will not be the charm. Come Final Battle, 'ya and 'ya entire family will get a first hand lesson on just WHOSE GAME IT IS!
And with that, Knight lowers his mic and waits for his Challenger.
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rawisrey
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Post by rawisrey on Jun 23, 2024 13:04:49 GMT -6
The Screen on the tron lights up once more, a glowing red taking over the arena as Nakamura almost seems amused by the high spirits of The Mighty Caleb in the moments before their Final Battle.Shinsuke Nakamura: Ahhhh is this the skull you're after? Please Caleb, take it from me! I'm tired of it myself, for you see this skullNakamura puts his fingers to his throat quickly and then continues speaking as red liquid spurts out of his lips as he speaks.Seems to have sprung a leak!Nakamura begins to laugh as red dribbles down his chin, and sprays out with his chuckles and laughs before he turns his head to one side and continues.You did not answer my question Caleb, perhaps it was too much for you to ponder. You fight for your Mighty Gods, you fall off ladders, destroy your body, push yourself to your limits to claim prizes for them. Yet these mighty Gods, they continue to allow these things to happen to you. Your Gods allow me to flourish, What kind of Gods would do that Caleb? If you question that, is it to question your entire motivation, your reason for being the Mighty Warrior that you are? Then what? If your dreams consist of pleasing and delivering prizes to these Gods, and that ends up being a folly...that leaves you without Dreams. Being from a different realm, you have no one here to cares for you. Truly. Even the kinships you acquire are fleeting, imagine...not having dreams, not being needed by anyone...The pain of merely being alive. What a Burden, no wonder you wouldn't even acknowledge the possibility. Your entire warrior soul is pitted into your beliefs, so if they went away what of it then? Your soul merely weighed down by the gravity of this realm you do not belong too. Shinsuke nods his head sucking on his teeth in a 'tsk tsk tsk' manner, he looks down the barrel of the lens and a smile creepily begins to grow. And yet you still consider yourself a hero...and me a villain. Heroes and villains both thrive on violence, but we’re still categorized. 'You’re good.' or 'You’re evil.' That’s how it always is with you hero types... In the end you’re just a tool for violence, made to keep people down. And violence only breeds more violence. When my dreams consume your own, will I still be the devil you make me out to be? Will my triumph over a mighty warrior, not earn me penance for whatever sins you claim I have committed? You are blind Caleb, asleep to the true nature of the world around you. But I shall wake you, awaken you with a jolt of lightening traveling from every spot on your body that I strike upon. A Brutal beating from me is a Beautiful thing indeed, and this gift sets people on the path towards enlightenment. For when they stand opposed of me, they quickly learn the depth of the gap between us. This is why anyone I've faced, goes away so easily after. When I've truly struck someone, they know they are beaten and we continue our ways. They do their best to ignore me so that maybe I won't keep coming after them, just as you will learn when I become King. You will forget your claims towards a throne, your mighty dreams of victory, your aspirations of being a champion. All you will remember when those silly thoughts creep into your brain, is the pain I put you through and you will heel like a trained dog.Nakamura puts his hands up to his face so his fingers dance along his jawline.All of you in this tournament had so much to prove. Prove you belonged, Prove you could still go, Prove it wasn't a fluke, Prove you are Champion, Prove you are Mighty...And All your Dreams and Aspirations make such excellent Playthings! Tell me Caleb, what chance you have when what you're fighting for isn't even of interest to you. You fight blindly for your Gods, not because you want to be King but because it is what you think they want of you. So when you find yourself at a point where you need reason to push further, what will you do so when I strip those Gods away for the hollow feeling of nothing instead. You will fall, And past this Final Battle...You will continue to be Mighty, you will continue to Take Skulls...But you will always have something living in the back of your mind, making you second guess if what you do is truly worth it. And that thing will be Shinsuke does a big show of moving his arms out and then folding one into his sternum as he begins to bow, presenting himself.Shinsuke Nakamura, The King of Strong Style. The devil at your back, who you do not shake off no matter how much you do beyond me. That is what true power is, that is what a True King should be. All Encompassing, with a reach beyond that of his castle. If you were 'King', you'd celebrate...be merry...challenge a champion and move on. That is not what a King is, a King has power that everyone beneath him feel. And like a dot of Red ink on the whitest of snow, my power is spreading and enveloping this land. It is inevitable, and yet you stand there cheerful and hopeful rallying your people and fans to victory. That is what I want, I want you to believe in yourself...To Truly see me as only a villain to slay, to feel pride and obligation to wrench victory from my claws and best me like you have bested all these others before...That's right. Let it all out. Live boldly. Even if it is only for a few more moments. For what good is a fall, if not from it's greatest height possible...
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Post by Fauche on Jun 23, 2024 13:09:31 GMT -6
KO'R: Yeah but there you go all over again, acting like I'm a untested product, like I'm still the BETA version or something. I think you spend too much time looking in the mirror and enjoying the view and not enough time paying attention to what I've been doing.
I musta dropped a litre or two of blood at Wrestlemania in that Barbed-Wire Massacre match. Vincent wasn't even trying to beat me that night, alls he wanted to do was to straight up frigging murder me, and I STILL found a way to put him down. Now I see you tilting your head up and looking off in the distance at some magical, mythical place - the land where "Push Comes to Shove" - and when you imagine it, you see yourself as the biggest, baddest, strongest, meanest, nastiest son of a gun who ever went there.Kyle rolls his eyes and exclaims...KO'R: Dude! That's where I live! Forget Vancouver, Tony Chimel should be telling people that's where I come from when I walk down the ramp. You're never gonna out take-things-too-far me. Do you know many matches I've lost cause the Ref decided I was going too psycho? And flip side of that, I had a few other ones waved off by stoppage cause the other guy couldn't even pin me or tap me where their best moves. Every match I'm in, win, lose, draw, whatever - that's a opportunity to wring out just a little bit more of that "Quit" inside that every human being's born with. I've been wringing and wringing and wringing for years, and I might not be the best I'll ever be yet, but I'm definitely closer than I was last week.
Being a savage isn't your advantage. Its mine. I own that. With a whole hour on the clock and automatic restarts, its not gonna matter if I hold a hold for too long, or keep punching when you're tied up in the ropes. I'll take a DQ and I'll take another and I'll drop those points cause for the first time in my career, that's gonna help me. If this was one-fall, maybe you'd get that win back. Two-outta-three? Who knows? A thirty minute Iron Man match? Anyone's guess. But ain't no way in friggin hell you can survive me for sixty minutes.
Especially if you're hoping on maybe ten more years in the game. You're thinking about legacy and how cool it would be to be the first three-time champ. Don't tell me you're gonna fight like there's no tomorrow when you're obviously so friggin obsessed with it. Nah man, I don't buy it. I don't believe you. I think you got way too much of that self-preservation instinct to match the killer instinct I'm packing.
This title's just a number to you anyway - one more reign, one more record, one more trophy on the shelf. For me? Right now? This? This is everything! You want it. I need it. A while back I said I wasn't sure what it meant to be Intercontinental Champ yet but I absolutely didn't fight as hard as I did to win this thing just to not have the chance to find out. And that doesn't mean I'm gonna hold back a inch or a ounce of myself to live another - it means I'd rather leave the arena in a ambulance or a hearse than go home without the gold.O'Reilly slaps the plate twice, affirming that declaration.KO'R: You can keep on yappin' and yackin' all night about what you think about me and what kinda fighter you are and how this isn't personal its just business and all that junk... I get it. We all get it. You're confident. And hey, I've been to therapy. I know all about "visualization" to meet your goals - so like, maybe picturing this Superman version of yourself that's totally unlike anything we've every seen you do before and that's way better than me at all the things I do best - maybe if you just believe in that hard enough, it'll actually exist. If I meet that guy and that guy beats me... well... frick... what could I even say then? Back to the drawing board, right? Cause that'd be a level of wrestler that I ain't never faced before.
I don't think that's gonna happen, though. I think we're only gonna be a few minutes into the hour when it clicks that you don't have all the extra gears you thought you did, and that I'm all gas and no breaks, and that in a head-on collision, you're more the type to try and swerve and I'm the type who floors it. Now what do they call that again? When what's real and what's pretend smash into each other and it gets ugly and you find out things aren't like you thought they were?Kyle scratches the side of his head, thinking about for a sec until he recalls...KO'R: Oh yeah, I remember... He steps to his opponent and tells him...KOR: A rude awakening.Big pop from the crowd for that sneaky wordplay! Kyle's wearing serious business all over his face like he's ready to ditch the mics and get this party started any time now.
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Post by mattchewie on Jun 23, 2024 20:51:46 GMT -6
Rude: You live in a magical little fairy tale world if you honestly believe half of that crap that you’ve seen all that Rick Rude can offer, Kyle. You can throw out any name of any badass opponent that you’ve faced and any massacre that you’ve been a part of…but when is the last time that you came face to face with a legitimate wrestler and beat them other than me? You’ve had one victory over me. Stop acting like it’s the end of this dance, because I guarandamntee that it will not be the end of where we’ve found ourselves. Bayley may have had her eyes on that title all big and bright, but I don’t think she honestly was expecting anything between us to come down to an all out war. And I also guarandamntee that she didn’t expect you to make the biggest mistake of all. And that is underestimating me.Rude turns to the side, centers himself and looks out to the crowd for a long, pondering moment. He turns his head slightly to look back at Kyle.Rude: If I knew I was in such a spot that I had to start listing my opponents of my past in order to act like I’ve got a leg up on you, then I would. Here’s the thing, Kyle. I don’t care who you’ve beaten. I don’t care who you’re going to beat. All I care about is getting that title back, with whatever it takes. I could stand out here for the rest of the night making references to opponents that I’ve beaten in such a way that I’m attempting to make you feel threatened or to make you reconsider your words, but I’m not going to insult you like that. All that matters is the here and now. It doesn’t matter that you beat me. It doesn’t matter that Bayley beat Eric. It doesn’t matter that Aunt Jemima had to go through a rebranding to Pearl Milling Company. Nothing matters except the here and now. I’m going to have to keep reminding you that this match is not a fight. Sure, we can take it there. But what’s going to win it? Brutality? Whoever has the most skill with swinging weapons at the other? No. None of that is going to matter. This is a wrestling match. If it were in, I don’t know, say a First Blood match or an I Quit match…then, I may start sweating bullets. Because I realize that those types of matches, are ultimately in your field. This type of match, however…is still in my wheelhouse. You may keep on getting back up and coming back for more, but in the end what is going to matter is going to be who racks up the most victories in this match. Not the most punches thrown, not the most takedowns, not whoever has lost their train of thought the most. It is going to come down to who is the better wrestler. And that I will admit to you here and now, I do not believe that you’ve taken the cake on that one, just yet. Don’t take that as an insult, I’m merely saying that I’m not convinced that you’re the better ring master, yet. After this match, I would wholeheartedly admit it if you were to be the victor…in the center of the ring, if you honestly wanted me to. But as I said before, and as you seem to have forgotten…this is your test. This is me taking you to the learning tree to show this world exactly what you’re made of.Rude pauses and smirks before continuing.Rude: I honestly find it kind of cute that you’re out here saying that you’ll rack up the DQs in this match, just to lay out the beating. I honestly would love to see you even try. You’ve been Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes for so long that I really don’t think that you’d be willing to go as far into the “bad guy” territory in order to rack up those victories. Hell, I was surprised whenever you managed to beat me the last time, maybe you’ll surprise me again. As for me being Superman?Rude chuckles and wipes his face again, turning to face Kyle fully once again.Rude: I don’t have to pull of some superhuman feats of strength to beat you, Kyle. This match comes down to a numbers game. All it is going to take is going to be one more victory to squeeze out a win over you. I don’t care how close it will come. I don’t care how I’ve got to get that last tally mark. I don’t have to be a fighter in this match. I don’t even have to be Kryptonian to pull out the win here, all I’ve got to do is be just a tiny bit smarter than you…and I’ll have it won.Rude shakes his head and chuckles again.Rude: Kyle…I’ve known you long enough and I’ve watched you long enough to know that that most recent tantrum was just you letting it show that you’re really unsure of how this is going to pan out. You get the most worked up and frustrated whenever someone really has painted you back into a corner, so you just start swinging and swinging hoping that you’ll land your mark. You’re used to opponents getting slightly intimidated by you and your evidence of how lethal you can be. Is it getting that much more frustrating for you that I’m not even the least bit intimidated by you going all out on me? I’ll admit, I may have it wrong on what is causing this frustration, but something is seriously getting you all flustered. Or is it the fact that you’ve still been unable to break my confidence? Kid, it would take a much bigger and badder man than you to do that, and that isn’t a short joke, a little guy joke, or anything like that. This confidence is bonafide, tried and tested. It’s going to take more than you getting all hot under the collar and unleashing to break it.Rude’s eyes fall on the title for a long moment before continuing.Rude: As tempting as that gold may be, it’s ultimately more than just a trophy or title for me. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be about the title. But you were exactly right whenever you said it was about my legacy. This is about me going out on top of my game. To come back to this company, win that title back from you in what will perhaps be one of this company’s greatest matches and break another record on my way to winning that world title all at my age? It’s unheard of. As far as self-preservation goes…The color leaves Rude’s face for a moment, his mind obviously going straight to a dark place. His voice quietens when he begins speaking again.Rude: You know nothing about self-preservation, Kyle. You haven’t been where I’ve been to even know the true meaning of self-preservation. Self-preservation is looking into a doctor’s eyes as they step into your hospital room to tell you that you have a tear in one of the valves of your heart. That valve that is directly responsible for the blood flow to your brain. Self-preservation is being the only dry eye in the room, surrounded by your family, keeping yourself together as you watch your parents fall to pieces whenever that doctor tells you that you only have a 10% chance of surviving the surgery that is needed to keep you alive one day longer. Self-preservation is telling each of your family members that you’re going to be ok, even though in your own conscience you know that it isn’t likely that you’re going to wake up from that surgery. Self-preservation is holding your children, for what you think will be the last time, and telling them that daddy is going to be ok. Telling them that daddy is going to grow old to watch them graduate high school, to watch them raise families of their own. Self-preservation is that doctor telling you the chances that you’ll not be sane whenever you wake up from that surgery due to the lack of fresh blood flow to your brain during that ten-hour surgery. Self-preservation is looking that same doctor dead in the eye and saying “watch me” whenever he says that you will never wrestle again due to the nerve damage that you sustained from that surgery. Self-preservation is whenever your final thought before they administer that anesthesia is “at least I’ve had a good life” and you go under. Don’t even begin to talk to me about self-preservation.Rude’s color returns, dark red.Rude: This has nothing to do with self-preservation, this has everything to do with beating the odds. Do you honestly think that all of these doubts that you’ve thrown my way mean shit to me? I’ve beaten greater odds than what you’re throwing at me. You don’t get to step out here and preach to me about how I care too much for self-preservation, ever. I have literally been at death’s door. I’ve already made peace with my life up until this point, so I’ve got nothing left to lose. I’ve retired a couple of times by this point, I’ve came back from career-ending injuries multiple times. You? You’ve been lucky. Me? I’ve overcame every bit of it. So, if all I’m left with is some young shitstain that thinks that he’s better than me and that I don’t have anything else left to prove…all I’ve got to say to you is this: watch…me
I’m at my best whenever I’m fighting the odds, you’re at your best whenever you’re facing someone who doesn’t take you seriously. If you thought that you bled a lot while facing Vincent, you’re in for one hell of a surprise whenever that bell rings. Death couldn’t hold me down, what the hell kind of chance do you think that you’ve got? Honestly?A pin could be heard hitting the arena floor as the hush has fallen over it while Rude shares that last bit. A slow clap begins from the crowd as they begin cheering him on. He holds his hand up for them to quieten down. Rude: The only thing that you’ve threatened me with has been a good time up until this point. You said it yourself, I’ve already had a hall of fame worthy run, I don’t have anything at stake here. All I am doing is just sweetening the pot at this point, adding in even more records that may possibly never get broken. You stand there holding your first major title, I’ll just be holding it again. You seemingly have everything to lose in this match, I’ve got nothing left to lose. I’ve made my peace with my life. So…the question at the end of the day really is what is going to be more dangerous, the guy who stands to lose everything or the man who has nothing left to lose?Rude lets the microphone fall once more, his eyes even colder than before.
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Post by Fauche on Jun 23, 2024 23:45:44 GMT -6
KO'R: Uhhh... is that like... a trick question or something?Kyle repeats it to himself, mumbling into the mic as he tries to figure what Rick's really getting at.KO'R: "What is going to be more dangerous, the guy who stands to lose everything or the man who has nothing left to lose..."He tilts his head back, looking up at nothing in particular while he endeavours to crack open the riddle. He comes up with nothing deeper or beyond the most obvious answer, and with a shrug, offers that.KO'R: Probably the guy with everything to lose, isn't it? Sounds like he has something actually, like, ya know... worth fighting for? I guess you see it different. I dunno. I think its kinda a dumb question.The Diabetic Dragon dismisses the though with a wave of the hand like he's swatting a bug away.KO'R: Whatever though. Seems like you're getting pretty worked up. I never knew about the heart condition thing. That's a bummer, dude. For real. If its such a big deal, maybe you should check yourself and keep that blood pressure down instead of standing out here and yelling in my face about how much better you are than me.KO'R: Look... you wanna call yourself the better wrestler? Right on. Go ahead. I don't blame ya and I don't care. I got this belt that you don't anymore and that kinda suggests otherwise, but I know just about anything can happen on any given night. So alright, fair enough, there's for sure some room there for some doubt. Like I said before, I don't think a Iron Man match tells you as much about grappling skills as it does who's got truer grit.. but if you really think you got the edge coming into this one, I'm never gonna convince you otherwise by just saying so, am I? The truth is that that truth there is like ghosts or aliens. You gotta see to believe.Has Kyle seen a ghost or a alien before? Probably. It kinda seems like he has, doesn't it? No time for that now, though. He keeps on rolling, not so much riled up or agitated as his opponent is - there's a like a forlorn sort of calmness in the way he's trying to explain things to guy as simply as possible. Like breaking bad medical news to a patient in severe denial.KO'R: If its so important for you to be the "better" one of us, you can call yourself that. The history books and the records and all the accolades and stuff - there's no argument I could make against it. What I keep telling ya though is that I'm different. Sure, no, different doesn't always beat better, but when better gets too full of itself, it starts to think it can handle all of its problems the same way. That's where it gets lazy. That's where it gets sloppy. You're the rock that's been smashing up scissors left, right and center for a long, long time and you've gotten so used to it that your forgot about paper.He holds a flat hand out - the symbolic sign for "paper" to cove rock in the classic game.KO'R: Normally... like... if you were literally anybody else in the world, I don't think I'd still be out here even talking about it. There's no point in chasing each other around in circles like this - real answers get found out between bells, not chit chats. Except you're my brother, Rick. For life. That's why I keep trying to tell you that there's a pretty effing good chance this isn't gonna play out like you wish it will, cause for all the great stuff about you, you obviously got a fragile ego. I'm not trying to break that. I'm just trying to win wrestling matches.
But its like no matter how many ways I put it - if I talk about it like Dungeons and Dragons or restaurants - or if I explain it like you're the unstoppable Saiyan Prince Vegeta and I'm just plain old season one Goku - or get all Biblical with it and call this thing we got going on David and Goliath - there's no getting through to you. I can't get past that great wall of confidence, eh? Might be that it ends up hurting you more than helping you in the end.
Cause yeah, sure, this match is "just business" but everything before and after is still personal to me, man. I won't be pulling punches when I'm throwing 'em over this belt - that doesn't mean I want you all messed up after. But if you can't even let yourself glimpse a super likely future where you don't get to be a three-time champ, there's just no way I can let you down easy.He pulls a the "paper" hand over his brow, exhausted and regretful as the kid with the gun fixed on Old Yeller.KO'R: You say history doesn't matter. That its all about right here, right now. Geez, man. Seriously?
There was a guy who was world champ back in the day who used to talk about how like... well, he said... said something like... history keeps showing how nature points out the folly of man. Yeah. That's it. More or less. That's some poetic stuff, huh? I wear my history on my sleeve because I'm the sum total of every win, loss, mistake and lesson that got me here. It makes me better cause its been hard. So hard that I could never afford to just... just... ignore it like that.
And what are you? Huh? Dude, you sound panicked. That's what you are. Afraid of your history, what it means and how you might never stack up to it. Spooked out about the past - age catching up, a heart problem creeping back around, too. You're scared about a time not so long ago when I got one up one you. You're bragging about having all these unreal victories over the years and how they're so much radder than anything I've done while I'm starting to have a hard time remembering if anyone you ever fought for this belt was even honestly that good. You're nervous that if you can't be remembered as a three-time winner, you'll go down as just another two-time loser.After his trash talk dips back into scathing for a minute there, O'Reilly pulls back, reverting to something more chill and collected to cap off.KO'R: Then again, maybe not. Maybe you're too cocky to be even a little bit worried. But then why are you still standing there trying so friggin hard - like, desperately trying - to talk me into being afraid of you? Cause I'm not. I've never been afraid of a fight. Not against a friend, not against my worst enemy, not even against a guy who's making a fool of himself by thinking he's got nothing to lose.
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Post by ada2 on Jun 24, 2024 5:49:08 GMT -6
After winning his match last week, in a make or break situation as well, the demon prince, Finn Balor was looking to get back into the swing of things with a well-earned victory and with that a title defence was well for the record books to keep his tight grip around the title and to ensure it does not fall into the wrong hands. The demon prince is backstage warming up for his upcoming match. Finn Balor then turns his head around and notices the cameras on him. Finn Balor then stops what he is doing and gives his full attention to the camera as he then speaks up and addresses the crowd for the first time tonight.
“As you can see I am warming up for my match tonight, I don’t know why I am wasting my time as I am facing the useless Sami Zayn.”
There is a mere pause from himself as he speaks about the man he holds not a shred of care nor respect for as well, a man that he knows all too well and a man who is dangerous, he can be nothing other than a complete and utter pain if he allowed Sami Zayn the chance to get going, the title he holds, everything he has done since coming back, all of it will end here and now to the man called Sami Zayn.
“Sami Zayn, you've been taking every single shortcut and back door around every obstacle in your entire wrestling career. Every time you got your hands on a championship or actually did something good, you proved that you were nothing more than a fluke! Just knowing that there's somebody like you still employed in this business makes me angry, you have had success here Sami Zayn, so much success that it makes my head spin to even begin to wonder how someone like you has done it. A time long ago where a man such as Sami Zayn, would have my respect and even love, but those days are well and truly behind me, as now all that Sami Zayn is to me, all that Sami Zayn means to me, is nothing more than a threat, to my title and my career and that is something that I cannot dare to allow.”
He said it with a smile on his face as he looked at the title that was on the bench, that right there, that title was what it was all about and time and time again, people do indeed like to go well and truly out of there way and try and run it down into the ground and make light of it, but it has been months since he has won it and he has been making it into something worthy, does anyone think the same will happen if Sami Zayn managed to gain it would it hold worth and value, or will it become nothing more than a joke in the eyes of the world.
“You have been handed success and like many other talentless losers you blew it. You were handed the ball and you dropped it and now you are here to try to regain some success. How you can even show your face on television or even the internet is clearly beyond me, you should be ashamed of yourself for ruining your own success with your stupidity. Nobody should be proud of taking their career to lows so far down they can never get out of the hole they dug for themselves. Once Sami Zayn had the world in his hands, on the tip of all the wagging tongues and now, nothing. All the time since you arrived here, I have to listen to you bragging about how great you are and how, you are going to make something of yourself and all I see is nothing more than a paper champion. You will never become a champion here again, you will never amount to anything here, and you will only become another victim of the true superstar of this company, Finn Balor.”
The crowd disapproves at Finn Balor words despite holding resentment towards Sami Zayn as well; Finn Balor looks dead into the camera and merely smirks as he listens to the disapproval of the crowd. Finn Balor then wastes little time and continues as he once again speaks in a calm and collected tone.
“This company calls itself home to the best superstars and wrestlers from all over the world, yet you are signed to it! What kind of paradox is this?! There's no reason whatsoever for you to be in the same company as me, but here I am facing you in a match. Knowing that you're in this company with me, I just can't wait to get in the ring with you so I can beat you senseless, you frustrate me so much. I thought that my challengers as of late have been poor, but you're on a whole other level. In my personal opinion, you’re not good enough to even lace up my boots little man.”
The demon prince then smirks at his remarks as he gets a mixed reaction. Like before the crowd don’t really like Finn Balor and at the same time they don’t like Sami Zayn. Finn Balor would run his hands down his chest showing of his perfect form showing Sami Zayn what is in store for him tonight.
“Now don't get all up in arms Sami Zayn, I know you are but is that really how you want to go into your match with a veteran of the ring? Despite the fact that you have a face that even your mother wants to punch, you shouldn't let your emotions control you it will only lead to your downfall. But let's not even put on this act of you being angered, which I know you're currently doing. You can be angry at everything I have said; it is nothing but the truth. You're nobody important. Your nothing and after tonight you will be lucky to have a job here. Just know this Sami Zayn that no matter what you do with your life, you will never have what it takes to be as good as Finn Balor, always remember I am the champion, you are the challenger and the roles are like that for a reason, I am not going to be letting this title go.”
With those final words spoken Finn Balor then pushes the camera out of his face and goes back to his warm up routine. He has spoken his mind and now it is time to get back to warming up for his match. He may not think highly of his opponent tonight, but Finn Balor still wants to make sure he is ready for him.
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Xander
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Post by Xander on Jun 24, 2024 14:46:57 GMT -6
The music hits and like clockwork the fans are on their feet screaming their lungs out to let Legacy know before they are even in the arena that they hate them. But when the fans catch a glimpse of Bron Breakker and Brock Anderson it goes up a level. Each man flanks to a different side as Randy Orton splits the middle and takes no time stomping to the ring. His two men right behind him, they all pay no attention to the fans ringside trying to get in their faces. Orton gets into the ring and grabs a microphone. The music dies down and Orton stands in the hatred of the fans. They begin to die down and he still just stands in the middle for a few moments longer than is comfortable, finally raising the microphone to his mouth.
Randy Orton: War. That is what you called this Shibata, you called this a war. And Thomas Edison once said, "There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever.” I am that machine, I am that which is so terrifying that no one should ever wish to wage war with me because of the horrors that will come to you. But here we are and there is no stopping what you set in motion.
Randy’s slow pacing of the ring feels different, it doesn’t look any different. Still the slow stalking motions of a predator ready to attack, but on a subconscious level anyone watching him can feel something has shifted.
Randy Orton: At Final Battle there was only one place I should’ve been. I should’ve been accepting my crown as the King of The Ring. I should’ve been moving on to my destiny and yet here I stand a man on the outside looking in. Looking in on two men who I know I am better than. Two men who should spend their days groveling at my feet for even allowing the idea that they deserve that crown more than me to enter their minds. But that is for another day. I should be gloating that I racked up another impressive victory. I shut the mouth of Logan Paul which is damn near a miracle. Sent him back to YouTube and mediocre podcasts where he belongs. That felt amazing and I should be reveling in it, but that is for another day. No, today this machine, this weapon of mass destruction targets you Shibata. This is about you paying for those sins you committed.
Randy licks his lips as he looks back at his two proteges standing there motionless waiting for his commands.
Randy Orton: You stole my destiny from me. You stole my glory, because you couldn’t handle that I’m better than you. You couldn’t handle that I saw you for who you were. And you couldn’t handle that you saw yourself in me. You are not a warrior. You are a child who threw a tantrum that has now gotten him into a situation that he can't get out of. You want these people to believe you had a plan, but I saw the look in your eyes when the bell rang and you realized what you had cost me. Since that time do you think I haven’t noticed you avoiding me? Do you think I can spot you looking around the corners of the locker room, I see all. This ring, that locker room…they are my hunting ground and a predator knows everything that happens in his hunting ground. So send whatever messages you want through the screens. Tell these people you are some kind of warrior welcoming a war to make you better.
Orton walks over to one of the corners and rests his head on the top turnbuckle. The microphone isn’t near his mouth, but you can almost see his lips moving as he’s having a conversation with himself. After a few moments Orton raises his head off the turnbuckle.
Randy Orton: You say you wanted this war. You told these people with your chest puffed out that this war needed to happen. I hope you know as I’m stomping away at your blood soaked body, as I hear your bones crack under my boot and as these people scream out begging me to put you out of your misery. I will be reminding you that you wanted this. That this is all happening because of you. I would say that you should be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. But you didn’t want this Shibata and I know it. You didn’t want to walk this path with a man you know could and will end you. But you’ve backed yourself into a corner, you have to live up to the pathetic façade you’ve given yourself for these people. You aren’t strong enough to show them the man you truly are, the man I can see when I look you in the eye.
Orton rubs the back of his head and begins to pace in the ring again.
Randy Orton: No you rather be left a shell of yourself than give these people a peek into who you are. I want to feel bad for you, I want to pity you because I know what this type of desperate need for love is going to lead you to. But your actions have taken any empathy from me, you’ve driven out my mercy, leaving only the voices and the darkness. You not only did this to yourself, but you did this to me. Final Battle was going to be a night of celebration, of jubilation, I would have been King of The Ring and all could’ve been right with the world. But now, I have to plummet into the darkness once more. I have to let the evil out and I don’t celebrate that, but this is what you’ve brought upon us both. So now, into that breach we go, onto war, onto cataclysmic destruction. You wanted this Shibata and now you will get what you want.
Orton stops in the middle of the ring looking down at the canvas, in his own world again.
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Chase
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Post by Chase on Jun 24, 2024 21:11:30 GMT -6
We cut the back where we see Roman Reigns and he looks like he is on a set of a TV show. Roman Reigns goes and he begins to speak.
Roman Reigns: Seth Seth Seth. You got my attention. You know normally gnats like you don't bug me but you Seth. You have been a special gnat. You know most gnats they just go away in the end but you Seth. You're like a rainbow gnat. You have all these different colors to you. You need that blood most other gnats don't. You see Seth you're right about something. Maybe I have lost my edge. Maybe I am not the same Tribal Chief as I was this time last year. So here is what I am going to do. If you so happen to beat me Seth. If you do beat me, and trust me that is a really big IF. I will leave the UWF.
Fans watching this boo as though Roman isn't a fan favorite they don't want to see him go.
Roman Reigns: But I won't be gone forever. No because Seth if you beat me the only way I come back is if I become your shield. That's right. If you beat me I won't show my face here in the UWF again until I acknowledge being your shield and return to be with you. That's the only way I as the Tribal Chief could offer to you. Most don't think I am a fair man but I do. I am a fair man and I can admit when someone is better than me. Plus if I can't beat you Seth do I even belong to call myself the Tribal Chief of the UWF?
No I would be a fake king. Though there is no worry of me losing to you Seth. But you think I am just making this offer just for me. No, no, no Seth because if I win you leave me alone forever. You don't get in my way. The only time I ever have be in your presence ever again is if we face each other in a title match. No other way just that. You won't sneak attack me. You won't ever come near me because Seth I'm being honest I know you won't beat me at Final Battle.
Roman flashes that smile and he flexes.
Roman Reigns: You see this Seth. This is hard work I put in. Something you never know about. All you are is a snake. A snake that has no bite which is even worse. You don't even inflict venom into the veins. All you do is slither around freaking everyone out. That's all you do. So at Final Battle I will exterminate you. You will bow down. You will acknowledge me and you will leave me a lone for good. That's what's going to happen and I will make the example out of you an easy one.
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