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Post by Danny on Jun 25, 2024 1:31:04 GMT -6
The crowd gets on their feet to boo their Forever Champion who comes out dancing like no tomorrow. It won't be long until the return of Sami Dos Oros and he can feel it in his bones. The crowd may feel it too as they are especially loud tonight. He slides into the ring and pulls a mic out from his jacket pocket and begins to speak. Sami Zayn: Well look who finally decided to grow a pair. It's only been what, four weeks since I kicked your head off your shoulders and declared my plan to take the Television Championship and yet you've been radio silent through it all. You've had all the opportunities in the world to come out and condemn what I say or show the world that you actually deserve that championship over your shoulder but it's been weeks and you've said nothing at all. Instead you opt to finally show your face...backstage. Some people might think you're a little afraid of me. Sami mouth goes wide like The Grinch. Sami Zayn: But I don't think that's actually it. You're a world renowned wrestler. Not just anyone can come in here and step into this ring knowing that they're about to lose. You could've stayed silent and just accepted your defeat at Final Battle but instead you choose to give some final words. And what words they were! It's like you've been holding back all month to just really pierce through my heart. The problem is, I'm not sure you were even talking about me.The crowd seems a bit confused but Zayn is quick to elaborate. Sami Zayn: Yes you said my full name about a dozen times like you just read How to Win Friends and Influence People but nothing you said was even remotely personal. Nothing about me costing you the King of the Ring. Nothing about the beating I gave you. Nothing about my goals or even my superior Championship. It was if the only way you could think to talk about me was to pretend I was someone else and then substitute my name into that as if I wouldn't notice.
Is that what you do Finn? Just go from promotion to promotion, rehashing things until you finally get something that works? Why would you think here of all places would be the one to coast on by to the top? Did you think simply having friends at your side would get you there? The Mafia did help you bring some success but you fell into your old ways. So when that didn't pan out, you thought how about I do this entirely new thing called The Judgement Day! That'll have some legs! Zayn chuckles to himself.Sami Zayn: Oh Finn. Finny Finn Finn. You think you're wasting your time and honestly, you might be. Everything you do leads you right back to the same spot you were once in. Wrestling is all about the journey, not the destination. Getting to the top is the easy part, staying there is what's hard. I could've easily stuck to getting top billed matches but I decided to elevate Kevin Owens for Wrestlemania, one last gift to my old friend. I went on self imposed exile and upon my return I could have easily swept the King of the Ring but I decided fix this company and it all starts with you. Sami looks directly into the camera with that last line, making sure that if Balor is watching, he knows what Sami intends to do to him. Sami Zayn: You do not have the drive to be a champion. You'd rather compete for better spots in the King of the Ring instead of making your spot must see. You'd rather sit back and let others control the narrative so long as it gives you just a few more precious weeks as champion. I'm going to do more for that Television Championship in one night than you have in 3 months.
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Post by ada2 on Jun 25, 2024 2:30:16 GMT -6
Truly you could go ahead and set your watch to such things as he was expecting this, he was expecting the man he would have to step into the ring with at this grand show and put his title on the line against him, Sami Zayn was indeed a great many things, but he was not the type of man that you are meant to take lightly, especially when there is a title that is going to be on the line between them.
“I worked for this championship Sami Zayn, that is saying more than what you have ever done here in your entire career here, because all I have seen you do, is hold onto the past, onto what you have done, what you have accomplished, the past is the past Sami Zayn, it means nothing to keep recalling what you used to be like, how good you had once been and how much of a threat you were in your time here, all you are now to be, is a challenger, another person looking to take what is mine and like everyone else, you will try, but in the end, you will fail.”
As he looks at Sami Zayn, seeing the smile stretching across his face like the grinch who stole the holiday season, and just like that title character, in the end Sami Zayn dreams and goals, will merely blow up within his face and leave him with nothing at all.
“Ever since I have won this championship, my career has bene all over the place, more downs than I have had ups here, more defeats than there has been success and that has been eating at me, more than you can ever know Sami Zayn, more than you will ever understand, because I know Sami Zayn, I know what you have said is the truth.”
The words that Sami Zayn had said, would trigger him a little bit, digging and digging, pulling and pulling at old wounds and throwing out the reminders, than the champion here, has had so many chances, so many chances that others would give anything to have.
“I know everything you have said Sami Zayn, has been nothing other than the truth, it has been a painful thing indeed for me to have to deal with to know, that I have all the talent in the world, but the story that you have painted is one that I know better than ever, better than anyone at all, the story that has come to pass with a great many others, who had greatness within them, that people in the back, would look at them, elbow there friends and smile, nod and sing the praises of them, call them all the titles and words under the sun about how good they are, once in a decade kind of wrestler, one of a kind, that they could never be repeated no matter what someone would say or do.
That Finn Balor kid is going places.
I have heard it all before Sami Zayn, but the story of my career, as you have pointed out has been one of crushing failure and high expectations, only to fail to ever truly reach them and put them all together to make something out of them, it has been like that for me, for nearly ten years, I reach a certain level, only to fall short right there and then, the same beats repeating, I get hurt, I make a mistake, everything that I have earned, slips through my fingers and then, it is right back down, to the bottom again, to hunt, claw and chase my way right back up to the top.
I have been here many times Sami Zayn.
So many times that I know that tonight, could be like what it was for me almost ten years ago, the greatest night in my career, turned into the worst night mere seconds later, I have the title right now, and true you can mock me, insult me, say what you want, but for all these months, I have held onto it, never phoned in sick, never not appeared, always came when I was needed, worked my ass off, put my title on the line time and time again and walked out with it held high above my head, and if this is the swan song, the final performance, then as rare as it is for me, there is no one else I would rather go out against, than someone like you Sami Zayn.”
He would give Sami Zayn the rare thing that he never gives to anyone, a small smile and a little light nod of his head, giving Sami Zayn the respect that someone of his talents, deserves.
“This title is what I earned, what I worked for, what it is all about for me, and truly it does not end here and now for me, the story does not come burning and crashing down around me, right here, not when I have worked so hard for it, not when I have done everything that I could do to try and get this for myself, Sami Zayn if you want this title, come and get it, I lost the royal rumble, I lost the king of the ring, I have swung and how I have missed two times here, but this is not the third, this is not the strike out and the end of me here, you are good Sami Zayn, heck you might even be great, but you are not the one who will take this away from me, you will come close Sami Zayn, but you will fall short, the royal rumble, the king of the ring, I failed, but tonight Sami Zayn – tonight I am done failing, tonight I am looking for success, I am looking for a victory, I am looking to prove myself to everyone here and remind them how good I am and I am going to do it, against you no matter what.”
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Post by Jimmy Uso on Jun 25, 2024 13:31:33 GMT -6
when the audience jumps out of their seat and they heard Lie, Cheat and Steal hit's until Eddie and Eve were in a low rider together and drive straight down towards the aisle and exits out of the vehicle and he holds the ropes for his Mami Eve and they both enters the ring and they both hops on the ropes and Eddie does his holler shake and beats his chest and gets down off the rope and hands both of Eve and Eddie a microphone while talking to The UWF UniverseLatino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: Roma, Italia your Latino Heat is here at Final Battle.
UWF Universe Cheers for Eddie and Eve about Roma, Italia Mami| Eve: that's right my Papi was screwed not once but twice let's start with Rhea Ripley. she's behind all of this ever since my Eddie. was about to win the fatal four way for the TV Championship and she ended up pulling my papi's legs outta nowhere well guest what Chica you and Hayter. better get prepared cause at Final Battle me and Papi are gonna leave out of Roma, Italia in our No DQ tag team at Final Battle on UWF network.
UWF Cheers for Mami and Papi when she continues talking
Mami| Eve: and if you two want to get rid of me and Eddie. sweetie you have another thing coming towards your way cause I've been asking people to book me with a singles match with you Rhea. and you no show because you're always with that skank Jamie Hayter who always in other people's business in that's why in this No DQ Tag team match this better be your last cause me and Papi are not gonna let you ruined our LWO not by a long shot cause you two sons of bitches are going to be a sore loser when it comes to our tag team NO DQ match and when we prove it to you two at Final Battle you two won't be together for that much longer yeah sure make it a No DQ tag match for all I care is that once Eddie and I defeat you two sluts in Roma, Italia on Final Battle then you won't interfere any more matches from here on out cause this will be your last time interfering in our matches and specially with my Papi and you two think that you can stop the Eve and Eddie The it couple we have a Daughter together and her name is Shaul Guerrero Torres and she is way more beautiful then you two skanks so if you want to do this NO DQ tag match at Final Battle then me and Eddie. will definitely be there and just to make this interesting I really don't wanna see none of your Mafia crew showing up in our No DQ tag team and if they do then I always have Familia in the back waiting on someone to try in hep you and Jamie. defeat Eddie and me on Final Battle at UWF.
when Eve was through saying what she had to say her papi came up and hugged his Wife and Latino Heat has something up his sleeve
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: let's get something straight Chica you two don't wanna mess with I'm your Papi cause you two are naïve that for one second we just gonna let you two win in Roma, Italia in our No DQ tag match oh no Ese you see my Wife is undefeated and I mean she has win several times already she has beaten a Six man tag, and she defeated Abaddon n Vincent in also she beaten Abaddon in a singles match my lovely Mami defeated all of them with no help at all in that's why at Final Battle the two of us are gonna put an end to this non sense once in for all and there's not a maldición that neither of you can't stop The LWO or myself and Eve of all that matter and trust me you two will see us at Final Battle in Roma, Italia and when we leave out of this arena and promise us that you two will never interrupt us or cost me my match cause if you do oh there's gonna be hell to pay in that's why she decided to make this match a no DQ match on Final Battle and just for the heads up you two better bring everything that you have cause once that bell rings and we start hitting each other consider yourself lucky because you two hijos de puta are gonna need it when we get through with you me and Eve. better not see your ugly faces ever again on any events from Revolution or PPV's and I'm serious about this once me and Eve win this No DQ tag match then you two can kiss yourselves good bye cause this will be the last time that you screw me and my lovely wife over in this ends at Final Battle once in for all and we will see you two zorras on Final Battle at UWF.
Eve looks at her husband and has a microphone in her hand Mami| Eve: you know what I'm tired of waiting let's get this over in done with so Rhea and Jamie Hayter get your sorry screwing culos out here right got maldición now or we can come back there and drag your little culos out here and bring your manly friend out as well to and if you both don't show up for our No DQ match at Final Battle then we can just search for you for ourselves now once again get your culos out here now or else.
Eve lowers her mic down and her and Eddie remains in the ring and wait for Ripley and Hayter to appear on stage so they can respond back to the former LWO member Eve and Eddie
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mattchewie
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Post by mattchewie on Jun 25, 2024 21:49:23 GMT -6
Rude: Jesus Christ… Rude wipes his face, yet again.
Rude: You know, whenever I first met you I thought the whole being the comically clueless doofus was just a gag that you were pulling on everyone else, and never actually facing off against you, it wasn’t that bad. But being directly in line to feel the brunt of it, geez man…it’s annoying as shit. It’s like you’re just completely oblivious to everything around you. I’ve got nothing to lose, because I’ve already made peace with a near-death experience. I’ve lived a long life, I’ve had a marvelous career, I’ve watched my children grow. You? You’ve barely even begun to truly live.
Rude paces around the ring for a second before continuing.
Rude: You claim that you were ignorant of the whole heart episode…even though you were a member of the group chat in which everyone, with the exceptions of you and Larry, were constantly checking up on me while I was recovering. Hell, even Big Kev and Scott flew out to check on me in the ICU. You? You were probably just excited about whatever new DLC was available for your current obsession. At first, I thought it may have just been a deficit to your attention span…but the longer that I stand out here and talk to you, the more it becomes clear that you’ve got your head shoved so far up your own ass while you’re so preoccupied with trying to get everyone to take you seriously that you’re completely oblivious to anything going on around you. Take a look back to just a few months ago. How long were Bayley and I a thing before you caught on? Huh? A month? Two months? It’s not even like we were trying to hide it, it was painfully obvious that it was a thing. Meanwhile, you were more obsessed over a loose thread in your t-shirt or a stray piece of trash blowing in the wind. Some brother you are. I mean, you had the audacity to step out here questioning my friendship, my dedication. Just where the hell were you whenever I needed you most? Where the hell were you whenever Bayley was excited and wanted to share with you the things that were happening in her life? The sad answer to both of those questions is that you were off in la la land as per usual with your head shoved up your own ass. [/color][/div]
An uncomfortable silence falls over the crowd. Rude turns his back to Kyle and looks down to his feet, studying for a long moment.
Rude: It’s like you keep obsessing over the fact that I’m so confident that I will win this match. It’s like it bothers you, down to your very core. Have you met me? I am the most confident son of a bitch that has ever graced this company, Kyle. Does it bother you that badly that I haven’t come out and said that there is a possibility that you may retain that title? Of course it’s a possibility, I’d like to think it to be unlikely, but anything could happen between the bells before that timer goes off. There is sixty minutes worth of uncertainty. I just find it ironic that here you’ve been so obsessed with trying to get that out of me that you’ve completely ignored the fact that it’s just as big of a possibility that you’re going to lose that title back to me. Sure, you beat me…you’ve got the title now. But what do you know about defending it? You’ve got this bright, new, shiny thing to hold onto…are you going to be able to keep it? That’s what separates the two of us, I know a thing or two about defending that title considering I’ve held it for 303 days. I know just how far you’re going to have to go just to retain that title. And before you quip back with something about me not knowing how to defend it considering that I lost it to you, go back and look at my first reign. The most defenses in history. Oh, and I never said history didn’t matter, just so you know. I only said that your list of opponents and match types didn’t matter to this match. You can keep putting words into my mouth all that you want, just be warned that if you keep doing that I’ll have to put either my first or my boot in yours. So, keep it in your mind that you’ve got me completely figured out like you know exactly what I am capable of…I’m going to love seeing the look of surprise on your face whenever you realize that you’re going to be going against someone who is just a methodical as you and as determined to just keep getting back up and keep on ticking. [/color][/div]
Rude looks back up to Kyle.
Rude: And you want to imply that I’m out here yelling at you? I have kept my composure this entire conversation. There is quite a bit of difference between rage and passion. I was talking about a passionate topic, quietly I might add. There may have been some flushed cheeks in that conversation, but that’s only because I was feeling the passion of the moment. But, then again…someone in the crowd may have moved and distracted you and you lost your train of thought and half-listened or paid attention and had to piece everything together at the very last second. And that’s fine, it obviously has worked for you, this far. I just don’t even think that you’ve carefully weighed the possibility that I’m going to drop you faster than your glucose does for all of these misconceptions that you’ve had about me. If you honestly think that you’ve got this one in the bag, I’m just going to go on and throw you the warning that you may have underestimated exactly what I can be capable of in this ring. Sure, a lot of the things you’ve said about me have been true. But that was for a Rick Rude that couldn’t really go all out, wasn’t it? You’re something of a historian around here, right? Think back. When was the last time that I had more than one high-stakes match with an opponent? When is the last time that I’ve been able to truly go all-out on an opponent and not just toy with them to get the victory? You make it a habit of getting under your opponents’ skins by being so completely oblivious to anything going on around you, but I think you’ve forgotten that I’m used to seeing that side of you by now. Granted, I’ve never had it directed at me this much, but it’s not getting quite the effect that you’re wanting. Sure, I’ll admit that it is annoying…but come Final Battle…I’m still going to pop that thick skull of yours in the middle of the ring. You can think that I’m just trying to get you to fear me, but all that any of this has been for is to try to attempt to get you to stop underestimating me. You’re just continuing to paint yourself back into a corner with nowhere else to go. Because now…all that has done has inspired me to show you just how much you have underestimated me. No more playing it safe, no more prancing around the ring…well…let’s be honest, I’ll still be prancing around the ring while I’m giving you the beating of your life. Oh, wait…I’m sorry. Beating implies that I’m going to turn this into a fight, don’t wanna ruffle those feathers again, do I? [/color][/div]
Rude clears his throat as he continues to stare Kyle down for a long moment.
Rude: So you can continue trying to grasp at straws and put words into my mouth, but you’re really just showing everyone that you just can’t pay attention. You’re really just showing everyone just how much you’re starting to sweat. Because, you’ve realized…that you may have bitten off more than you could truly chew. You’ve pushed and pushed the bear over and over and it’s just about to turn around and maul your ass. I don’t honestly think that you or Bayley truly weighed your options for where this had the potential to go. A part of me would like to think that the nWo is going to be able to survive this…but whenever I take that title back, are you going to be able to swallow that hard pill and move on with business as usual? Or is it going to gnaw at you every second of every day that you lost it just as quick as you gained it? As much as you pride yourself on being the one that always gets back up…I think you’re going to be in for a harsh surprise whenever you realize that I’m the same way, Kyle. We may be made of different styles, different materials. But the product is eerily similar. The phrase “the unstoppable force meets the immovable object” has been overused in our business, but honestly…we find ourselves in this paradox, exactly. You just don’t quit. I just don’t yield. I don’t think this victory is going to come without a cost for either of us…but I just don’t think it’s going to be as easy as you seem to think it is. We’ve taken our turns with doubting each other, we’ve taken our turns with insulting each other. The clock is ticking and time is winding down. The question is, is it counting down the end or the beginning of a new reign.
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Sam
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Post by Sam on Jun 26, 2024 14:26:23 GMT -6
The Mighty Caleb: Ah - once again through the power of sorcery our opponent has shown his face on the large television screen... most impressive use of sorcery Nakamura but what does not impress The Mighty Caleb is your cowardice... the cowardice to stand safe in your lair and not look The Mighty Caleb in the eye as you spread your malicious words. But I am not surprised... we have stood eye to eye before and you pulled the same trick you have tonight on your sorcerers box... the dribble, perhaps a bib wouldn't go a miss? - do you wish to intimidate The Mighty Caleb or merely amuse him?. In any case you have failed to do both - instead you have confirmed for Caleb just why he must defeat you, False King at Final Battle. To stem the red tide of Shinsuke Nakamura, to plug the leak of your influence and to extinguish any hope of you ruling any dominion let alone the Revolution Realm.
Caleb speaks with conviction as he paces around the ring.
You stand there in your lair - perhaps in conversation with the very beasts of Helheim or perhaps even a much darker NetherRealm The Mighty Caleb has yet to traverse and you mock The Mighty Caleb, you mock his beliefs and you mock his Gods. And yet... it is you who fails to understand The Mighty Caleb's very relationship to his Gods. Whilst many men and women and perhaps some of Caleb's own clan choose to worship their Gods through prayer and worship - The Mighty Caleb chooses instead to honour them in battle, to fight well, to drink well and to bring honour not only to my name but to the Northern Realm, the elders, my clan and indeed our mighty Gods. To a wicked mind like yours this would seem foolish - that would make The Mighty Caleb nothing else than a mere pawn. But I must remind you that The Mighty Caleb is in conversation with his Gods - and one day it is fated that The Mighty Caleb will walk among those Gods having been their mightiest warrior. It is my destiny to drink in their halls, to share mead and ale, break bread with them and sing songs of my exploits in this life, in this realm and in others and that gives The Mighty Caleb purpose, it gives The Mighty Caleb a drive like no other warrior in this realm and in others. I do not pretend to know why they make The Mighty Caleb go through pain, through loss - other than to teach The Mighty Caleb a lesson, to humble Caleb and show me that I have much to learn and much space to grow. But the Gods do not hold Caleb's hand - they merely keep a watchful eye over Caleb's battles and I assure you they will be in audience at Final Battle.
Caleb looks to the sky and smirks before speaking.
You wish to break The Mighty Caleb's belief in the Gods - you wish to cast a shadow over The Mighty Caleb so that the Gods may offer no hope or guidance... to you I say be careful what you wish for. As it happens, The Mighty Caleb was cast under a shadow not too long ago - indeed it was the shadow of Vincent, the once 'Horror King' which shrouded The Mighty Caleb from the Gods. I could not hear their words, I could not seek their wisdom such a wicked spell Vincent and his abominations had cast over The Mighty Caleb. But in doing so it confirmed that although The Mighty Caleb fights for the Gods, and although The Mighty Caleb holds them in greatest reverence The Mighty Caleb does not need the Gods to do his bidding in battle. In fact it would perhaps be in your favour if the Gods had their watchful eye on Caleb... perhaps then you wouldn't suffer such a violent fate as that which befell Vincent at Backlash... or perhaps you wish for your face to be bashed in with the edge of my mighty shield... perhaps then you may understand why you should not wish to incur the wrath of The Mighty Caleb.
The crowd roar in approval of Caleb, remembering his brutal beatdown of Vincent only one month ago. Caleb once again takes pause to look to the ceiling before a smile appears upon his face.
And yet even in the most brutal act of violence - a crushing assault, a bludgeoning... the Gods still favour The Mighty Caleb - and it is so that The Mighty Caleb knows the Gods will not abandon him no matter what he does to his most malevolent of opponents. And that... that is scarier than any poison mist could ever be. You wish to try and rip The Mighty Caleb from the favour of the Gods, you wish to break me down to heel at your command?... try your best False King. Try your utmost to amass as much power and influence as you may for when you feel the steel of The Mighty Caleb, feel the blunt bludgeoning force of The Stormbringer you will know that even at your strongest... you are no match for the merciless power of The Mighty Caleb... and that you will be rendered not only crownless but powerless... just like Vincent... a puddle of scum to seep back to whichever hole you emerged from. From that hole... from that black pit from which you emerged.
Caleb moves closer to lean over the ropes and speak to the titantron as if it were Nakamura there in person.
At Final Battle... in the realm of Rome, a realm of great battles of eras gone past there will be a new chapter written... a new era will begin... the era of King Caleb, the all conquering warlord and it begins with the expelling of the False King, Shinsuke Nakamura... and they will sing songs of this battle for eras to come, they will write sagas about the day Caleb crushed the fire spitting demon who sought not only his demise but no doubt the demise of the entire Revolution Realm... at Final Battle, The Mighty Caleb will not fall, not from any height... at Final Battle, The Mighty Caleb conquers, ascends and stands victorious as the King of the Realm!
Caleb raises his fist and stands steadfast in the ring as the crowd once again break into a fervorous 'SKAL!' chant.
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Jamie Hayter
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Post by Jamie Hayter on Jun 26, 2024 15:45:35 GMT -6
“I am a shadow, I am tomorrow… I am a hero with a buggy whip…”
“Teenage Nosferatu Pussy” by Rob Zombie hits the PA system and the crowd cheers louder than they cheered for Eddie Guerrero and Eve. The entrance curtain opens and the crowd cheers louder as Rhea walks out onto the stage. Rhea stops and points back at the entrance with a smirk. The entrance curtain opens again and out walks Rhea’s partner and best friend, Jamie Hayter, who the crowd cheers the loudest out of the four. Jamie looks markedly different. Her hair has reverted to its natural dark brown color, her attire is similar to Rhea’s, and she looks like she’s bulked up. Jamie and Rhea nod to each other before they make their way down the entrance ramp.
Mauro Ranallo: Jamie Hayter looks like she’s gone under some form of transformation. I didn’t recognize her at first.
Corey Graves: I was hoping she’d be gone from here, because her walking out was unprofessional.
Tom Phillips: While I agree that it was unprofessional, she did return.
Jamie and Rhea make it to ringside, and they climb up onto the apron before simultaneously entering the ring. Once they’re in the ring, Jamie and Rhea approach Eddie and Eve, and snatch the microphones from them. As “Teenage Nosferatu Pussy” fades out, the crowd continues cheering. Jamie glares at Eddie while Rhea raises her microphone to address the crowd.
Rhea Ripley: “You’ve all been waiting for my best friend, Jamie Hayter, to return and your patience has been rewarded. Standing right next to me is a refreshed and reinvigorated Jamie. All she has in mind is destroying all opposition, starting tonight with Eddie Guerrero and Eve.”
The crowd cheers louder for Jamie and Rhea as well as their intent. Jamie continues glaring into Eddie’s eyes while Rhea turns her attention to Eve.
Rhea Ripley: “You said that I’m behind all of this. No, Eve. I’m not behind all of this.”
Rhea points to Eve.
Rhea Ripley: “You, Eve…”
Rhea points to Eddie.
Rhea Ripley: “And you, Eddie… The both of you only have yourselves to blame for the misfortunes that have befallen you over the last month. You see, Jamie and I would have been very happy to have left you both alone, but week after week and month after month, you kept demanding a match against us. You’ve pestered the owner of the UWF repeatedly for a match against us. From what I understand, you wanted to fight us even when you were pregnant, Eve. Are you stupid? Are you insane? Are you insanely stupid? Are you stupidly insane?”
Rhea smirks as she watches Eve throw a tantrum while the crowd cheers.
Rhea Ripley: “No, don’t answer me because those questions were rhetorical. I know that the both of you live in a constant haze of stupidity, so a rhetorical question is one I ask that I already know the answer to. The answer to all four of the questions I just asked is a resounding ‘yes’.”
The crowd cheers before Rhea continues.
Rhea Ripley: “You said that I no show? What do you mean by that? I always show up, you idiot. You must be up for a Darwin Award if you’re calling Jamie a skank, because she will kill you. Not only that, but no one would miss you, hoeski.”
The crowd erupts into chants of “Hoeski, hoeski, hoeski.” Jamie’s head snaps in Eve’s direction and raises her microphone.
Jamie Hayter: “You called Rhea and I ‘sweetie.’ Like I said to Bronson Reed last year, I’m anything but. The only thing we have in common with sweets is that we’re bad for your teeth.”
Jamie and Rhea each hold up a fist before they speak.
Rhea Ripley: “As my best friend said before, our fists are like bricks, which are also bad for your teeth.”
Jamie Hayter: “If you ever call either of us ‘sweetie’ again, then we’ll knock your teeth so far down your throat that you’ll have to shove your toothbrush up your arse to brush ‘em!”
With that declaration, the crowd cheers.
Rhea Ripley: “For the record, we aren’t always in other people’s business, but we’re sick of you demanding anything from us or anyone else. You have no right to demand anything from anyone.”
Jamie Hayter: “Also, did you call us sluts, Eve?”
Jamie looks back at Rhea.
Jamie Hayter: “Rhea, did this slapper call us sluts?”
Rhea Ripley: “She did.”
Jamie Hayter: “Do you really want to start baselessly accusing us of promiscuity? You don’t want to go down that road, Eve. You start throwing accusations out and we’ll start throwing accusations out. The difference is that Rhea and I have evidence of you being a slapper.”
Jamie and Rhea each reach into their back pocket and pull out little black books.
Jamie Hayter: “These are just two of about two thousand little black books belonging to Eve. They all have names, numbers, and dates ranging from fifteen years ago to just yesterday.”
Rhea Ripley: “So unless you want us exposing you, then you’d do best to shut the fuck up.”
Jamie and Rhea put Eve’s little black books into their back pockets.
Mauro Ranallo: Well, that’s one way to stop rumors. I’m not sure if I would’ve resorted to that, but…
Corey Graves: I don’t think those books really belong to Eve.
Tom Phillips: What do you mean, Corey?
Corey Graves: The only thing that’s as bad as someone having dirt on you is when you think that someone has dirt on you.
Tom Phillips: You know from experience, I’m sure.
Rhea Ripley: “Did you also say that Jamie and I aren’t going to be together for much longer?”
Jamie shakes her head and walks back toward Rhea and the two wrap their arms around each other’s necks.
Jamie Hayter: “That’s where you’re wrong, because the Daughters of Darkness will never break up. The only thing we’ll break are your bones.”
Jamie approaches Eve and Eddie.
Jamie Hayter: “And we’ll enjoy every second of it.”
Jamie says while glaring at Eddie and Eve as the crowd cheers. Rhea pulls the little black book back out.
Rhea Ripley: “Seeing as you keep calling the Daughters of Darkness ‘skanks’ and ‘sluts…’
Rhea opens the black book.
Rhea Ripley: “This is Eve’s current little black book. June twenty-second… All that’s written is a number.’
Jamie Hayter: “What number is that?”
Rhea Ripley: “Thirty-seven.’
Jamie looks back at Rhea with a raised eyebrow.
Jamie Hayter: “Thirty-seven?”
Rhea nods her head in confirmation.
Rhea Ripley: “Yeah, thirty-seven.”
Jamie Hayter: “In a row?”
The Italian crowd understands the reference and laughs. Jamie turns her attention back to Eve and Eddie.
Jamie Hayter: “I know of your daughter Shaul. Whether she’s better-looking than us or not is irrelevant. What matters is what she could do in this ring, and judging by what I’ve seen of her, not much. Her wrestling career failed. Now, she does burlesque, which I have no issue with. She should do what she wants, but if she were to ever step into this ring again, what would she do? Would she boob me to death? Would she rip off Eddie’s ‘Lie, Cheat, and Steal’ moniker again?”
Rhea Ripley: “Shaul wouldn’t do anything to either of us, because we would physically, mentally, and emotionally destroy her.”
Jamie Hayter: “That’s right. Shaul wouldn’t have a prayer against either of us. We’ve shown in the past that we can destroy anyone regardless of shape or size. If she ever stepped into this ring against either Rhea or I, then Shaul would end up in the ICU.”
The crowd cheers.
Rhea Ripley: “Another thing. Where do you get this idea that Jamie and I are members of a group called ‘The Mafia’? Jamie and I are not a part of any group at all. We’re our own group. Jamie just said our name earlier. We are the Daughters of Darkness. So, get it right, you idiots.”
Jamie Hayter: “Yeah, does anyone in the LWO pay attention to anything outside of their own little circle? Also, does anyone in the LWO have the ability to speak without run-on sentences? With the way you both talk, it sounds like you could pass out or drop dead. Take a breath between sentences. I went through this same shit with Rey Mysterio and Zelina Vega before you.”
Rhea Ripley: “Eddie, you want to bring up the people you and Eve beat in tag matches? Well, Jamie beat two members of your group, and when tonight’s over, we’ll have beaten both of you. You want to know why?”
Jamie Hayter: “It’s because neither of you have a snowball’s chance in hell of winning. If this was a handicap match pitting the two of you against one of us, you’d both lose because you’re talentless.”
Jamie turns her attention to Eddie.
Jamie Hayter: “Eddie, you should be napping in a retirement home. You step into this ring with us for the match, and I’ll beat you senseless. I will take a legend like you and turn you into an empty shell of a man. You remember all of those beatings Chyna used to give you? Rhea and I are going to do much worse.”
Rhea Ripley: “That’s right. I hope the both of you have made your peace, because after Jamie and I are done with you, you’ll both be carried out of here.”
Jamie stands face to face with Eddie once again.
Jamie Hayter: “Let me get one thing straight, Eddie. Rhea and I are the ones behind this match being No Disqualification because we know your tricks all too well. Making this match no disqualification is to ensure that you can’t run, and you can’t hide.”
Rhea Ripley: “While Jamie and I abhor the use of weapons, we’ll definitely use them on the both of you for being pains in our arses.”
Jamie Hayter: “Neither of you need to worry about us bringing our best, because while we don’t need to bring our best to beat you, we will just to prove to everyone what will happen when we’re on a vile, nasty page.”
Rhea Ripley: “Regardless of the outcome, we’ll still be here. We’re not going anywhere.”
Jamie Hayter: “If anything, both of you need to worry about how close you’re standing to death’s door especially with how both of you run your mouths, because the Daughters of Darkness are coming to take your heads.”
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Post by gunn on Jun 26, 2024 15:50:52 GMT -6
Conquer them all plays over the speakers as Tomasso Ciampa makes his first UWF appearance in a couple of weeks. This time however he isn’t flanked by Oba or Sonya and in his hands is that old reliable steel chair and a mic in the other hand. He keeps his eyes focused on LA as he makes his way down to the ring and slides in, propping the chair up in the corner and taking a seat in it. He waits for a beat as he absorbs the air of the crowd, for once the crowd actually seems to be on the side of self proclaimed “Don” of the UWF, the Italian crowd chanting his name.
Mia famiglia italiana, ascolta queste parole.
The crowd cheers him again as he speaks in the native tongue of his people but there is something different to it tonight, almost as if it was full of malice instead of the beauty one would expect from this language. He looks at LA and sizes him up.
You want to know why Ethan picked me LA, it wasn’t because he thought I was a leader or the face of this company, no he picked me to take you down a peg or two, you see its good that you believe your own hype LA because no one else does. You want to try and build yourself as a self made man but you’re not. You want to see a self made man, you’re looking right at him.
Ciampa gets up off his chair but doesn’t approach.
For two years I scratched and clawed in this place, became one of the longest reigning Intercontinental Champions in this companies history off of my own merit, not anyone elses and yeah I might be coming back like a cockroach but what I also have in common with a cockroach is I am a damn survivor. I survive the shit that no one else does. I scratch and claw for every pound of flesh that i am given. I didn’t ask for any favors from Ethan or anyone else, i’m here because I damn well deserve it. I’m here to make up for the mistakes of when I had my first opportunity at that belt against Shark Boy. The match that set my path to leaving that year after losing to Sami Zayn, I own my mistakes and I damn well intend to right them and my first acting of righting them is by ripping that title out of your hands.
The crowd is fired up, hanging onto Ciampas words.
I’ll admit, when I faced Shark Boy, I wasn’t ready for it. I was still riding the high of being a champion, I thought I was goddamn untouchable and recently i’ve felt the same but I know now that I am not Mr Untouchable. You might see me as a wannabe Tony Soprano well as far as i’m looking. All I see is a wannabe Rock mixed in with some Steve Austin and half the damn talent.
The crowd oohs at this.
You call yourself a “megastar” a true “megastar” doesn’t need to call themselves that 24/7, everyone knows you’re a megastar when you walk in the building just based off your aura alone and Knight, you don’t have that aura, you got the aura of someone who can’t stand the spotlight being on someone else for a few minutes. The spotlight is on me now and that probably kills you on the inside. The thing is, I don’t want the spotlight, never have, never will. All I want is to prove that I am the best that stands in this ring and the thing that proves that is in your hand right now.
Ciampa points to the belt.
There is only two belts that have eluded me so far since my return, the TV title and that belt and I want that belt. That belt is everything I have worked towards my whole career, not since I returned. So go on, disparage me, everyone else has, you all told me I was the bottom of the barrel when I got back here and yous were right. I wasn’t doing my best and then I reinvented myself, I put in the work I always do. You took the easy way and won the Rumble, I have taken the hard way. I won at mania, I beat you and Drew in a tag match and I buried the tribal chief.
Ciampa steps close and locks eyes.
LA Knight, a Final Battle, non avrai una fregatura di Tony Soprano, avrai il Blackheart e io farò di tutto per vincere
Ciampa lowers his mic
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Post by Danny on Jun 26, 2024 16:45:53 GMT -6
Sami starts to sarcastically give Finn a big round of applause. He even wipes a tear from his eye. Sami Zayn: That was beautiful Finn. It truly is amazing to see my words have such an effect on someone. From being so arrogant and dismissive to now saying if you had to go out, there's no one else you'd rather go out to. You see that's what we need more of around here. People who actually listen and aren't stuck in their own ways. You took what I said and you pondered it. I'm glad you're able to self reflect but there's a big difference between saying what you're going to do and actually following through. I've sent many a great wrestler packing from UWF. Former UWF Champions like Larry Sweeney. Never been pinned wrestlers like Tyler Breeze. Even current #1 contenders like Tommaso Ciampa which I won't get into. Sami rests his thumb and index finger on his temples, getting a migraine just thinking about how Ciampa is back. Sami Zayn: I'd love to add another wrestler of your caliber to that list but the truth is, that's not what I really want. My goal is to eliminate weak competition from UWF but you're not weak, you've simply lost your way. You've realized that you've been unable to break through the glass ceiling. You haven't been able to string together any momentum for your entire reign. You may have been a big fish in a small pond elsewhere but here in the ocean, you're lost. You keep trying to swim into deeper and deeper waters and the tide just keeps washing you ashore. I don't know whether to applaud your mental fortitude or make fun of your stupidity. I mean don't get me wrong it takes a lot to overcome failure after failure after failure...after failure after failure. And yet you just keep coming back. Zayn looks at Finn with a sense of amazement. Sami Zayn: That says a lot about you Finn. The tools are there but you need to take a step back and really work to be better. Unfortunately every day you hold onto that title, you weaken the image on this company. What does it say about this company when someone as great as Sami Zayn doesn't hold one of the three recognized championships but Finn Balor does? When the Television Champion looks bad every week on television. That's not good for any of us. If you make people want to change the channel, that's bad for all of us here. If you want to do right by this company, you'd be better handing off this title to me at Final Battle. A large amount of boos from the crowd as Sami tries to weasel out of earning the title. Sami Zayn: I know, I know. That's not something you all want to hear but you don't always get what you want. Sure this could be a highly contested match that goes back and forth and we put on a five star classic but who does that really serve? You people are just going to continue to downplay my greatness. If anything it'll hurt Balor's rehabilitation. He'll think he still has gas left in the tank and it'll set back his self realization. So let me just help get it through your head Finn. You can't defeat me. You just can't. You're a hell of a wrestler and you have the potential to go far. Just not further than me. You'd make a fine Television Champion one day but that's just not going to happen today. More boos from Sami's dismissive nature and overall smugness seeping through his words. Sami Zayn: I know that probably stings to hear, especially since you've been champion for three months but as they say, the truth hurts. If you have a problem with that, I can make it hurt more.
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Post by Evolution J on Jun 26, 2024 19:37:06 GMT -6
As soon as Roman Reign finishes talking. The lights turn off as a bright light turns on. It shows everyone in the crowd and then it shows the top of the entrance ramp. It twinkles and then it turns to blue. The arena lights are turned off and everything turns into darkness. You hear some music blasting loud as huge poles begin to rise up on each of the entrance ramps and then flames go off out of the poles. The fire burns steady as the bright light fixes on a dark figure waiting in the background and he comes out walking to the light alone. The former UWF Champion Seth Rollins has a straight face as he continues to walk down the entrance ramp and he stops in the middle of the entrance ramp. He raised both of his hands as he heard boos from the crowd and the fire pyros went off. Seth turns to the right and he walks up the steel steps as he walks along the ropes. He stops in the middle as he climbs through the ring ropes and he gets into the ring with the two wrestlers. He walks to the announcer and he asks for a microphone. The announcer hands him a microphone. His theme music stops playing as he begins to speak.
Seth Rollins: Well, hello Rome, Italy. Your holy savior…..the Messiah is here.
The crowd boos him as he smirks and laughs.
Seth Rollins: Yes, we are finally here at the Final Battle and there you all will witness the battle between good brothers. The same two men who were part of the destructive Shield. We both have fought through the good and bad times. Everyone knows things are going to get personal between Roman and I. Don’t expect any of us to hold any back in this battle. As for the man of the hour. After I lay him in his pool of blood. I honestly am not surprised he didn’t want to show up face to face for our match tonight. No, he is busy stuck filming a movie set. I find it ironic that the so-called Tribal Chief managed to come up with a proposition for our match. But he is afraid to say it in my face.
Why is that Roman? Is it because you already know that I have been telling you the whole truth the whole time? Did the beatdown that you suffer by my disciples and I have finally woke you up from you up;? If it did, then I give you my congratulations Roman. But if you think for once second, you think you got the upper hand over me in this war. You better think again. You see, I have already told you that I am doing it to deliver the holy message and save UWF from all the corruption that has screwed the brains of every single one of the wrestlers in the locker room. I was serious about it. I wasn’t joking about it. But I did mean what I said when I offered you an opportunity to allow me to help you.
Roman, you see I already know you are down in the dumps right now. Your wrestling career is going down and you are suffering every single day. You may not show it. But I already know you are a train wreck. That is why I gave you something to help you because I care about you. But now I see you decide to have come up with a proposition for our match. I must say it is extremely interesting. But really Roman. Do you really think you can beat little old me and get rid of me that easily if you win? Really? Roman, my buddy old pal. You have to remember I was the Architect of the Shield for a good reason. You got the brains and I was operating everything from the start in the Shield. You and our buddy knew that already. What makes you think you can actually beat me this time? Is it because you have called yourself the Tribal Chief? That gives you the right to hold the authority to believe you rule everyone and they all will bow down to you as soon as you raise your hand?
Seth Rollins begins to laugh.
Seth Rollins: Reigns, you are extremely hilarious. You actually believe that you can defeat me and pin me for the three count at the Final Battle. I honestly hate to break the bad news for ya buddy. That ain’t gonna to happen. Ya see Roman. You can pretend to be the Tribal Chief with your Bloodline all you want. But when it comes to me and my involvement in UWF. I honestly will have no problem w=doing whatever it takes to accomplish my mission. So if you think your offer is going to throw me off my game and give you an upper opportunity to give yourself a win at the Final Battle. I am not quite surprised at your mind games Roman. But it is too bad I am extremely way too bold and I have been in this wrestling game for a long time. So I honestly already know how to play the game. If you don’t believe me. Then why don’t you go ask Hunter and see what I have done to him. I have got rid of him and I have saved UWF from all the madness that he has put UWF through all these years.
So Roman, I will be glad to accept your proposition. But I am not doing it to fight you. I am only doing it because you are my brother and I care about you. I am just trying to help you bring your wrestling career back on track. That is all I am trying to do. All you need to do is to acknowledge me as your holy savior and have me clean all the sins that have poisoned your souls man. But no, you have to force me to do it the hard way. Roman, I am doing this out of love because you are my brother and I am only trying to help you. But it pains me inside to see you suffer through this alone. Just think about your family, Solo and everyone else you care about. Are you sure you want to go through this?
Are you up to the task? Are you even ready to prepare for the most important task of your wrestling career? Ask yourself that. Think about it nice and slowly. Do you really think you got what it takes to beat the same man who was appointed by God himself to save UWF from corruption?
Roman, It is too bad that you have to take this path. I honestly already know you have been suffering so many losses left and right. But this didn’t have to end this way man. If only you had allowed me to help you, you could have been in the main event wrestling LA Knight for the UWF Championship right now. But no, you are not because you refused my help. But no matter what. It is ok with me because I will always have your back, Roman. That is why not only will I accept your proposition.
I will show you the way. I will be extremely glad to show you why they call me the Messiah and why God has appointed me as the holy savior. You see Roman. You don’t realize that you have made the biggest mistake in your life by offering me that proposition for the match. You don’t realize it because you are too blind to see it. You see what I have done to LA Knight. I defeated him and pinned the UWF Champion. I have proven to everyone that the UWF Champion is vulnerable and he can be stopped. The UWF Champion has let his guard down and I took the advantage of it to defeat him. Sure, the UWF Champion gave me one hell of a fight in a non title match. But it wasn't good enough. I still came out on top in the end. Do you know what that means? It means I got the UWF Champion number and it makes me a future number one contender.
Roman, like say you did manage to find a way to beat me tonight. Please tell me what male you think we are going to meet again possibly in the future title match after you beat me? Do you absolutely think you got better odds of winning tonight and then meeting once again in a future championship match? Roman, you must be out of your mind if you think that is going to happen. As you see, everyone knows you are on a huge losing streak despite having all the muscles and all. But you don’t have the brains. As you see Roman, I have been making an impact as of late despite suffering a few losses. But I am still relevant unlike you. Besides, Roman. I hate to break the huge bad news to you in person. There is absolutely no way you will be wrestling in a future match for any championship. Do you want to know why? It is because I have already seen your future. You see I have already seen what the future holds for you man when you gave me a lovely promo on your movie set.
Roman, Listen buddy. Once I saw your future. I honestly already know what is going to be the final result of our Final Battle. But since I am an extremely nice guy. I am going to let you in a few details and tell you what is going to happen. You see Roman. At the Final Battle, not only you and I will be involved in one of the biggest battles of our life. You better believe it that I will give it all because not only will I defeat you. I shall get rid of every sin that has corrupted your mind and souls. And if your Bloodline gets involved, I shall make sure they get taken deal with as soon as they step foot near this very ring.
You see Roman. Not only will I give you one of the hardest battles that you have ever faced since you had leukemia. Just remember this Roman. I am only doing this for your own good and because I care about you as my blood brother. At the Final Battle, not only will I win the battle. I will save you and make you my disciple where we will help spread the holy word of God everywhere. We shall reform the Shield and like I promised. I shall help you revive your whole wrestling career. I will also help you stop pretending to be a fake Tribal Chief and show everyone who you truly are. The Shield’s Roman Reigns who had no problem defeating his opponents left and right. But for now, I may be the snake. But I am going to come bite you really hard with my venom poison and I am going to open your eyes. You are going to see the real world for what it truly is. It is a complicated and dangerous place in Rome. You may put in the hard work and all. But you haven’t put in more hard work than me. You have only sent your Bloodline to do all the dirty work for you while you lay back on the couch relax and act like you are a Tribal Chief of your own empire.
Lastly, Roman Reigns. At the Final Battle. Once the smoke is clear and the battle has ended. Not only will you suffer horribly by getting curb stomps. You and everyone will witness for the first time in your life that a worthy servant of God is upon yourself. You will realize that your poor souls have been cleansed of all the filthy dirt of sins and corruption that have poisoned your mind for years. At the Final Battle. Once that bell rings and the match is over. There shall be one man standing. It won’t be your Roman Reigns. It shall be none other than the holy savior himself……..the Messiah Seth Rollins!
The scene fades and ends with a smirking Seth Rollins waiting for a response from Roman Reigns.
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Post by Cwalker on Jun 26, 2024 20:54:58 GMT -6
The Champion looks towards his Challenger with a perplexed expression on his face. Knight then begins to smile before lifting the microphone back to his lips.
LA Knight
Did 'ya say L..A....Knight isn't a self made man? Let's check the scoreboard, shall we? Slammy Award for Feud of The Year. Now, 'ya can go ahead and ask anyone, even the Diabetic Dumbass himself, and they'll tell 'ya that L...A....Knight carried Kyle O'Reilly to some of the best work of his career. L....A.....Knight got his first WrestleMania moment in a match that wasn't even supposed to happen. L...A....Knight made it happen! Because that's what 'ya do when 'ya the Million Dollar Megastar. 'Ya don't wait for opportunities to be handed to 'ya. 'Ya create them. The same way L...A....Knight created an opportunity by winning the Royal Rumble. The same Royal Rumble that 'ya claim L...A....Knight took "the easy way out" by winning. But there's a few things that 'ya fail to realize Tommaso. First, in that match, there were Twenty-Nine other men, yourself included, trying to accomplish what the Champ accomplished that night. Now, if 'ya somehow managed to win, would 'ya still consider it the easy way out?
Second, something that 'ya seem to fail to realize, before L...A....Knight won the Royal Rumble, he was the hottest thing in this company for the four months prior. L....A.....Knight made that momentum happen. So everything that 'ya think 'ya doing, all the roads that 'ya think 'ya riding to get to the top, L...A....Knight paved them. Been there, done that. But the difference between the two of us Ciampa is this. 'Ya had 'ya shot once before. And 'ya said it yourself, 'ya weren't ready. L....A....Knight's first crack at the big one? A Grand Slam out of the park. And L...A....Knight did that on his own too. So let's stop with the narrative that L...A....Knight isn't self made. Because everything that 'ya bragging 'bout doing, L...A.....Knight has done. On a bigger and much better level.
Champion and Challenger stare one another down momentarily.
'Ya think L...A....Knight is worried 'bout the spotlight being on 'ya. Please. Anytime the Million Dollar Megastar talks, all the attention is on him. 'Ya can have 'ya five minutes of Fame, but if we're being honest, 'ya haven't earned it the way you think. 'Ya won at WrestleMania? Congratulations. But let's break that down a little bit. 'Ya won at Mania because Tyler Breeze was more concerned with walking the runway and Roman Reigns hasn't shown up on the big stage since Slammiversary. 'Ya brag 'bout a tag team victory that L...A.....Knight handed to 'ya on a silver platter and yet 'ya sit here and look L...A.....Knight in the face and say 'ya earned this. 'Ya haven't earned a damn thing except for this ass whooping L...A....Knight is going to put on 'ya in front of 'ya "family".
Both men stare out into the raucous Italian crowd.
This is not the first time L...A....Knight has had to go into enemy territory. It's not something the Champ runs from. As a matter of fact, it's something that the Champ embraces. Because L...A....Knight knows that 'ya going to bring 'ya absolute best. Unfortunately for 'ya Ciampa, 'ya best is just a drop in the ocean when 'ya compare it to the unbelievable kavorka that the Thursday Night Thriller possesses. So please, bring the Blackheart. Allow L....A.....Knight to humble him. Allow L...A....Knight to show Tommaso Ciampa that he is far from the best inside this ring. He is not a Number One. He is not a Number Two. Tommaso Ciampa is not even a Number Three. Tommaso Ciampa is a boy playing in a man's world.
Knight walks up to Ciampa, takes the UWF Championship off his shoulder and holds it an inch away from the Blackheart's face.
This has eluded 'ya in 'ya words. For Two years, 'ya have been chasing this. Well listen here, it took L...A....Knight the better part of Two years to win this. And if 'ya think 'ya gonna take this away from me come Sunday, L...A.....Knight has a Collisieum here in Rome that he can sell 'ya. L..A....Knight is gonna fight til he ain't got any fight left, so it's going to take more than 'ya to win at Final Battle. It's going to take more than Oba. It's going to take more than Sonya. Divine Intervention may not be enough for 'ya to pry this Championship away from L....A.....Knight. Cause even an act of God won't be enough to make Tommaso Ciampa better than L...A....Knight. And that's not an insult; THAT'S just a fact of life! YEAH!
Knight lowers his mic again but it doesn't take long for the Blackheart to retort.
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