Sam
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Post by Sam on Aug 20, 2024 23:59:04 GMT -6
The Mighty Caleb: By the Gods... you all love to talk - but soon the time for chit-chat will be over and we will go to war. Whilst I see everyone of you focused - salivating at the thought of holding the great sorcerers box and perhaps becoming UWF Champion... I must remind you all of what this match will entail. Whilst you all focus on your petty rivalries, your personal feuds and your issues... at Summerslam we will all scale to unimaginable heights - we will all reach closer to the Gods than perhaps any mortal man should and for sure, each and every one of us will fall from that height - our bodies will bruise, our bones will crunch on impact. Many of us will never be the same again - I know because at Wrestlemania I fought in such a battle only to fall over twenty feet to the floor and lose my most prize possession, the Television Championship. In truth, I have never been the same - my body still aches sometimes as a reminder of my failure... and others to remind me of what great battles I have faced. Presently, it serves not as a reminder... but as preparation - I have fallen off ladders, I have been hit with ladders and I have gotten back up... I have nothing to fear but I must ask you all, are you all ready to face the cold unforgiving steel as I am? Caleb turns to Rude firstly Rick - as you or your court jester were last to speak I shall ask you... are you truly prepared to have your much revered and lauded face mangled and bludgeoned beyond recognition?... I have no doubt that throughout your storied career you have faced many battles like this one. I have no doubt that you have stood toe-to-toe with violent men and women - felt the wrath of the many weapons of this realm but with six men all fighting just for the right to climb the ladder let alone claim the prize... your chiselled good looks are perhaps first to be targeted no? - will your jester be willing to take the first shot for his leader? I do not question your toughness nor your resolve, I just think it would be such a great shame for your vanity when The Mighty Caleb has to crush that handsome jaw of yours with the cold steel of a ladder... but my friend, it is nothing personal. Caleb pats Rude on the shoulder who looks unimpressed, Caleb turns to face Vincent. Perhaps though... it might be personal for you Horror King. Unlike the others, I have no doubt that you are salivating not at the thought of holding the great sorcerers box but of hurting others. It has been your motivation for some time - you love to bloody, you love to batter, you love to stop hearts beating - it is why you are indeed the Horror King. Perhaps you will thrive in the frenzy of violence or perhaps once again you will meet your end by the bloody bashing from Caleb? Caleb and Vincent share a moment before Caleb moves on. One man who claims to revel in this chaos is The Viper who stands not with us warriors but watching from afar... he claims it is to be like a predator!... but perhaps he is closer to a scavenger like the cackling hyenas of this realm and how apt as he also runs around with his subservient pack half the time. An Apex Predator?, I think not Randy... and it is almost jarring how accurate it is, you standing up there watching from afar... even the big dumb Scotsman made the same assessment standing up there - separate from the chasing pack doesn't make you this great predator in waiting... it simply reflects where you will stand come Summerslam once you have been vanquished once again by The Mighty Caleb and reminded that even this realms most vicious predators are no match for cold, hard steel... lions, tigers, snakes and sharks all fall to the mighty sword and The Mighty Caleb certainly swings the biggest sword around here... Everyone slowly turns to look at McIntyre Of course... I am not the only sword swinging maniac standing in this ring am I?, you of course have the great Scottish Claymore... a fine weapon indeed. You have slain many foes with it no doubt as you continue to remind us. But I can sense an arrogance from you Drew, perhaps you have earned the right to be but I do not stutter when I said my sword is the biggest and mightiest of this realm and I do not stutter when I say I look forward to fighting you the most. Indeed there will be four other men to target... four other men to go to war with but to stand across the ring from the once mightiest warrior of the realm and test my steel?, that is what I dream of at night, it is what I pray to the Gods for Drew... you have your singular focus, I can tell all you want is to reclaim the prize you once held... but I ask of you to avert your gaze for a moment so that we may clash our swords together, man to man... warrior to warrior... and I can assure you Drew, I have more than enough steel to slay the Scottish Psychopath and the 'spoils of war'?... they will belong to me! Caleb and Drew have a moment staring each other down before Caleb smiles And all of this without even a mention of Tomasso?, or Tommy?... Thomas?... a great warrior in himself not to be forgotten... a once Psycho Killer, now a family man like Tony D'Angelo... perhaps he has chosen a more respectful path... in any case... at Summerslam, all of us go to war, all of us will climb but only one of us can claim victory... and that victory will be mine!
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Jye
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Post by Jye on Aug 22, 2024 0:09:36 GMT -6
“Requiem Of The Fifth,” erupts through the arena. The music intensifies as Leyton steps out onto the stage, his eyes locked onto Dempsey and Regal in the ring. With a microphone in hand, he begins to speak, his voice carrying the determination of a man who has had enough.
Leyton Buzzard:
"William, Charlie, you both really have a knack for twisting reality to fit your narrative, don’t you? You stand there, telling these people that I’m just a bottom-feeding leech, that I’m clinging to Charlie’s name for relevance. But let’s get one thing straight: I’ve never needed anyone’s name to make my own. I’ve fought tooth and nail for every inch of ground I’ve gained in this business, and I’ve done it on my terms."
Leyton begins to walk down the ramp, slowly, deliberately, as he continues.
"You want to talk about disqualifications, about how Charlie ‘let’ me win? Is that what you’re telling yourself to sleep at night? The truth is, Charlie didn’t let me win—he couldn’t finish the job. He just was not good enough top make me tap out. I would have left it at that if he didn't take out his anger over his own inadequacies out post match... that’s something I just can’t respect. And now, here you both are, still trying to rewrite history, still trying to make excuses. But at Summerslam, there won’t be any excuses. There won’t be any mercy, either. Just you, me, and the truth."
Leyton reaches the ring, climbs the steps, and enters, standing just a few feet away from Dempsey and Regal. The tension in the arena is palpable as he raises the microphone again.
"You see, Charlie, you might think you’re better than me. You might think you’re better than everyone here, but that’s where you’re wrong. It’s not about being better—it’s about being willing to go further, to push harder, to endure more than the person standing across from you. And trust me when I say, I’m willing to go to places you’ve never even imagined. Tap out or snap out? That’s cute. But I don’t need catchphrases to prove my point. I’ll show you, in that ring, that when it comes down to it, there’s no amount of training, no amount of preparation, that will save you from what’s coming."
Leyton steps even closer, almost nose-to-nose with Charlie, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, but still carrying the weight of his words.
"At Summerslam, it won’t be about who’s the better wrestler on paper. It’ll be about who’s willing to leave everything in that ring. And when that final bell rings, it won’t be you standing with your arm raised. It’ll be me, and you’ll know, just like everyone else, that Leyton Buzzard is no one’s lamb to the slaughter."
Leyton drops the microphone, the crowd erupting in cacophony of cheers once more as he stares down Dempsey...
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AndyDNU
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Post by AndyDNU on Aug 22, 2024 8:30:14 GMT -6
Caleb’s closing words prompt a chuckle from McIntyre, who lifts the microphone back up to issue a direct response. Drew McIntyre: Oh I don't doubt for one second that the Gods have heard your prayers and listened to them intently, but speaking as someone that could actually pass for a credible higher power around these parts, I can assure you now that not all the answers you are seeking from those prayers are not going to be pleasant ones. For sure, this is going to be an all-out barbaric experience, no doubt about it... Blood will be shed, careers are likely to be shortened, and unbridled chaos will run wild, but ask yourself what honor would I actually have if I allowed someone from the land of make believe to prevail in all that madness and make off with the grand prize?.. Make no mistake Caleb, I am still the mightiest warrior that there is, and if putting that to the test is something that your heart ultimately desires, then just know that you're going to have a lot more to worry about than the feeling of your flesh being battered senseless by solid steel!The Scotsman's gaze turns towards everyone in the vicinity, before eventually leading to one of the odd ones out in the scenario. Drew McIntyre: That sentiment goes for each and every one of you currently stood out here... Well, almost every one of you... With all due respect, Eric, the final competitor in this match being conspicuous by their absence doesn’t mean that it’s now open season on the mic for anyone and everyone… I’m pretty sure I speak for most of us when I say that if we'd wanted to hear your opinion then we would have asked you for it, but no such offer has been made on account of the fact that we all know your only purpose in life at present is to stand there and fuel the ego of a self-proclaimed “realist” who is in fact just a delusional, narcissistic fool.After giving Bischoff a piece of his mind, McIntyre turns his attention back towards Rude. Drew McIntyre: I must say it’s pretty rich and somewhat ironic that one of the masters of bullshitting and incessant rambling is accusing me of doing the same. I think everyone here knows by now that when it comes to expressing views and opinions, you and I have more differences than similarities, meaning that whichever point one of us makes, the other is usually always going to refute, then back and forth it goes until we’re both blue in the face and someone else feels the need to interject... Since failing to reclaim the UWF Title several months ago I admittedly have become something of a wanderer with no new clear or obvious path in place for everyone to see, but not all those who wander are lost, Rick, because I know exactly what path I'm on, and it's one that has me both taking possession of that briefcase and remaining several steps ahead of you at all times, in spite of you continuing to kid yourself otherwise.Having alluded to a recurring theme, the former UWF Champion now focusses on Vincent before making his next point. Drew McIntyre: And whilst on the subject of people kidding themselves, that's exactly what you're doing by suggesting that you've got even a remote hope in hell of becoming UWF Champion for a second time... As I told the Norseman from Wish over there, this contest isn't going to be a pretty one, and although that may work in your favor to an extent, what our last encounter proved is that even when you create a messy situation to fully thrive in, you still can't get the job done... And whilst I get that that might be a bit of a bitter pill for you to swallow Vinny, unless you can find a way to stop behaving like a deranged, fearmongering moron, then that's the bad hand that you're forever going to be dealt whenever you step inside this ring with me.Those comments don't sit as well with the crowd, which prompts McIntyre to respond to them directly. Drew McIntyre: Now, now, come on folks, it's not all doom and gloom, did you know that Randy Orton beat me several weeks ago?... A few murmurings from sections of the arena can be heard, but nothing majorly convincing as McIntyre moves on to address the last combatant in sight. Drew McIntyre: Well doesn't that speak volumes, Randy... One of your biggest achievements from this year that you've mentioned several times for good measure, and like you, it's basically already an afterthought... You can preach about what you feel you’ve earned and what you deserve till the cows come home, I think we all know that the only realistic chance you have of acquiring that briefcase is by getting one of your errand boys to come in and retrieve it for you, but even then that’s a damn stretch considering that their sense of overall direction is worse than yours!The Claymore King draws his eyes away from The Viper and begins to speak openly. Drew McIntyre: You see, gentlemen, despite all of your admirable shade throwing efforts, the reality here is that regardless of whether it’s deserving or not, I am in this match, and that’s something you’re just going to have to suck up and be prepared for. The same way that you’re going to have to prepare for the sight of me walking around the place with a shiny briefcase in tow… And whilst there’s every chance that one or two of you could go on to make a separate challenge for the title in the near future, you’d be wise to do so in the knowledge that wherever that gold goes, I won’t be far behind it!McIntyre lowers his microphone and awaits to see where the next response will come from…
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Xander
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Post by Xander on Aug 22, 2024 16:47:01 GMT -6
As Drew lowered the microphone it only felt natural that all the competitor’s eyes turned to Orton standing there, lost in his own thoughts. After a moment he realizes the silence and looks at them. He points at each competitor with his finger as if to count them and then smiles to himself.
Randy Orton: Oh, I guess it’s my turn again. I’m sorry, I was only half paying attention. I’m too busy just thinking about how sweet it’s going to be to feel each of your body’s go limp after I RKO you off one of the ladders at Summerslam. As much as these fans may not like me, I bet each and every one of them want to see that car crash happen…even if it’s the moron in the Viking gear they are cheering on.
Orton looks out to the crowd who don’t seem to disagree with the excitement over the idea of that happening.
Randy Orton: But I did hear some things and I guess I need to speak on them. Did I truly just hear from you Rick that I shouldn’t let my recent success go to my head? The man who has allowed the modicum of success over the last seven or eight months inflate your ego to a size that makes how you acted in the 80s look like the humility level of a monk? Excuse me if I fall over and die from choking on that irony.
Orton raises his finger again as mentally he’s changing his thought processes.
Randy Orton: And you Eric, who the hell asked you to speak? I didn’t see Rick pull your string, so why don’t you go back to being the puppet we all know you are. Go back to fantasizing about the next time you need to hold his ball sack from dipping into the toilet water while he’s taking a dump, because that’s all you’ve become useful for over these last few decades.
The fans do not cheer Orton, but you can hear some collective laughing at the image.
Randy Orton: And Drew, the reason these people don’t care that I’ve beaten you isn’t about me. For once in your life you are right, it’s totally about you. LA Knight proved that beating you really doesn’t mean much anymore, so the fact that I did it so handedly isn’t a big deal. I know you like to think you are still on this top level where someone has to be on their best game possible to barely pull out a win against you. But I proved a few weeks ago that it takes about as much effort as beating…what was the name of the guy in the weird sweater vest I beat last week? It doesn’t matter because just like him, you aren’t some trophy victory. I bring it up not because it’s something to hang my hat on, but because it’s fun to see a guy in a skirt with a funny accent throw a hissy fit.
Orton gives a look to the entrance way, but there’s no one there.
Randy Orton: I really was hoping Ciampa would come out here so I could talk about how he’s bald, ugly and looks like a Make A Wish Triple H. I probably would’ve mentioned also that he thinks it’s fun to clap like a seal with too many chromosomes, but I guess he’s too busy crapping himself in the back to pretend like he has a shot in this match.
Orton then swings his head back to the ring.
Randy Orton: I guess that’s where I have to give you respect Vincent. I mean you know you have no chance. You know you are walking into a buzzsaw of an ass kicking and yet you came out here to at least put on a good face. Well, not a good face, you are an ugly bastard, but it goes with your horror thing so I guess you are on brand.
Orton slightly turns his head to Mighty Caleb.
Randy Orton: I’ve tried to figure out how to respond to your drivel and I just decided you really kind of aren’t worth it. When he fought before I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. But the truth of it all is that you are a pathetic caricature of a wrestler. You only beat me because someone else did it for you. And when I’m done making you a bloody mess you will understand the type of predator I am.
Orton takes a moment, takes a deep breath and looks down as he speaks.
Randy Orton: I will have been back in the UWF for 262 days as of Summerslam. In that time I have ended the careers of multiple men who went to war with me. I mentored two of the biggest rising stars this industry has today. And I proved time and time again to be one of the most dangerous men in that ring. But I have also failed to win the Royal Rumble. Tasted defeat in a match I should’ve won at Wrestlemania. And had my position in the finals of the King of The Ring tournament stolen from me. I have yet to achieve a defining moment since returning and that moment comes at Summerslam. You are not my opponents, you are future victims standing in my way. We can have all the fun and games going back and forth here, but the bell is going to ring. There is going to be a briefcase raised high into the air. And I do not care what kind of damage, what kind of torture, what mutilation needs to take place for me to be victorious. When the world bears witness to the horrors that inflict on each and every one of you, adults and children alike will have nightmares of it. The Orton reign of terror begins at Summerslam.
Orton has said all he cares to and drops his microphone.
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Jamie Hayter
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Post by Jamie Hayter on Aug 22, 2024 22:30:35 GMT -6
The slow intro of "Teenage Nosferatu Pussy" blares throughout the arena as the lighting changes to shades of orange and red. Once the opening lyrics are heard, Jamie Hayter steps through the entrance curtain alongside Rhea Ripley and they are met with cheering from the crowd. Jamie stops on the stage, bends down, and then quickly leans backward while raising her arms. At the same time, Rhea stomps on the stage. This triggers the pyro, which shoots up through the stage. The camera zooms in on the two as they start sauntering down the entrance ramp, more stoic than usual. In Rhea’s right hand is a duffle bag. Tony Chimel: "Please welcome at this time, RHEA RIPLEY AND JAMIE HAYTER!!!"Mauro Ranallo: Tonight, at SummerSlam, Jamie Hayter will take on Logan Paul in a Rockstar vs Prime match.
Tom Phillips: It’s funny how a match like this stemmed from Logan offering Prime to Jamie and Rhea.
Corey Graves: Jamie and Rhea proved that they have no taste when they opted for Rockstar over Prime. Tonight, Logan Paul will prove once and for all that Prime is THE dominant energy drink between it and Rockstar.
Tom Phillips: Corey, how much did Logan pay you to sing the praises of Prime?
Corey Graves: Enough to comfortably live out the remainder of my life.Jamie and Rhea make it to ringside and stop. They eye the ring before climbing up onto the apron. They enter the ring and are handed microphones while Jamie’s theme slowly fades out. Raising her microphone and setting the duffle bag down, Rhea is the first to speak. Rhea Ripley: “We’ve finally made it. It’s now SummerSlam night and not too long from now, it will be time for Logan Paul’s reckoning for everything he’s done. This isn’t just about that piss water he’s been shilling either, although that’s one of the entities that this match revolves around. In order to build interest in this match, Jamie and I presented blind taste tests to people in every city, town, township, borough, village, community, district, metropolis, and precinct on this SummerSlam tour. We also did taste tests in places not on the SummerSlam tour just to cover all of our bases. That’s not all, is it, Jamie?”Jamie shakes her head in response and raises her microphone. Jamie Hayter: “No, it isn’t. When Prime heard that we were engaging in these blind taste tests between Prime and Rockstar, they gave us case after case of it, because it just doesn’t sell. How desperate do you have to be to literally give stock away to someone that supports your competitor in hopes that it’ll sell?”Chants of “Fuck Prime” arise from the crowd. This obviously gets the attention of Jamie and Rhea, and they chuckle to themselves. Jamie Hayter: “It’s funny that you’re all chanting ‘Fuck Prime’ because that was the reaction of everyone during those taste tests. Nobody liked it at any of the taste tests that we set up.”Rhea Ripley: “Before anyone tries to say that the taste tests were rigged, you’re right. We rigged the taste tests in Prime’s favor.”Jamie nods her head in confirmation before speaking again. Jamie Hayter: “That’s right. We put the flavor that Rockstar drinkers consider the worst against the flavor that Prime drinkers consider the best. One hundred percent of the participants stated that Rockstar’s worst flavor is better than Prime’s best flavor. In short, Prime couldn’t beat Rockstar if it was simultaneously Prime’s best day and Rockstar’s worst day.”The camera cuts to various groups of fans in the crowd, and all of them are drinking Rockstar energy. Jamie Hayter: “It’s also funny to me that Logan once said that Rockstar will rot your teeth. There are two things wrong with that. One, anything can rot your teeth if you don’t take care of them. Rhea and I brush our teeth morning, noon, and night.”The camera zooms in on Jamie and Rhea, both of whom smile widely and show off their sparkling white teeth. Jamie Hayter: “Two, Prime is nothing but sugar water with food coloring. I’m not shocked by this, because a leopard never changes its spots. A con artist is a con artist and a grifter is a grifter no matter what. If he isn’t scamming people with cryptocurrency, he’s scamming people in other ways. Logan Paul’s Prime and everyone that shill it are no different from those old traveling salesmen in those American westerns I’ve seen. In short, they’re nothing more than snake oil salespeople.”With that, the crowd cheers. Rhea Ripley: “There’s a problem with calling them snake oil salespeople, though. In order to be a snake oil salesperson, you’d have to actually be likeable, charming, and charismatic. Logan Paul has none of those qualities.”Corey Graves: Now that’s just a flat out lie. Logan Paul is the most charismatic, believable performer with the most intricate and innovative move set that I’ve ever seen in a wrestling ring. His style will be remembered for centuries to come. Logan is a trailblazer, a legend, and is beloved by millions around the world. There are performers that are once in a generation talents, there are performers that are once in a lifetime talents, and then there’s Logan Paul. He’s not a once in a lifetime talent or a once in a generation talent. He’s a once in a humankind talent!
Tom Phillips: Corey, he’s not gonna fuck you.
Mauro Ranallo: Can we have some decorum here?Jamie Hayter: “Of course, that rank bile that he shills to people and the cryptocurrency scam aren’t the only reasons why Rhea and I have such an issue with Logan Paul. There’s also that video. You know the one.”Jamie says as she and Rhea scowl into the camera. Corey Graves: Oh, come on! That was years ago. He apologized for it, he moved on, and became a better person.
Tom Phillips: Did he become a better person, Corey? Because you could’ve fooled me with how he repeatedly scams people.
Corey Graves: It’s not his fault that people are stupid enough to give him money. He’s just giving them reasons to give him money.
Mauro Ranallo: I hate to take sides. I always like to be impartial, but Tom makes a great point. One can claim that they’re going to be a better person after a controversy, but what one says and what one does are different. If you say that you’ll be a better person but end up repeatedly scamming people, you’re not a better person. You just found a different way to be a terrible person.Jamie Hayter: “I know that some of you are going to say ‘Oh Jamie. That was years ago. He apologized for it, he moved on and became a better person.’ I’ve heard that ad nauseam. Let’s look at that statement.”Jamie holds up her index finger. Jamie Hayter: “First is ‘That was years ago.’ I don’t give a fuck how long ago it was. That’s a line you don’t cross. Rhea and I know people that have had to deal with suicidal ideation. Many of them still struggle to this day, and many more…”Jamie and Rhea each gulp and shake their heads with looks of despair as the crowd gasps. Jamie Hayter: “One of my closest friends took her own life…”The crowd erupts into chants of “Hana” that cut Jamie off and she lowers her head. Rhea notices Jamie’s starting to get a bit emotional and pipes in. Rhea Ripley: “At this moment, Jamie and I would like to remind anyone and everyone out there that’s dealing with such turmoil that they aren’t alone, that you’re loved, and that there are people that care about you. Jamie and me? We’re two of them.”Jamie lifts her head up, her face still adorned with a somber look and speaks again with vitriol in her voice. Jamie Hayter: “So, you can take that ‘It was years ago’ excuse and shove it right up your arse! It doesn’t matter how long ago the video was, because I wake up every single day with the reminder that one of my closest friends can’t do the same anymore and hasn’t been able to do the same for four years.”Jamie holds up two fingers. Jamie Hayter: “Second is ‘he apologized.’ That’s another thing that he and supporters will say. Apologizing doesn’t mean shit to me, because far too often people apologize and then end up doing some other terrible act. So, you can take the ‘apology’ that he never meant and shove that up your arse along with ‘It was years ago’!”The crowd cheers and Jamie holds up three fingers. Jamie Hayter: “Third and lastly is ‘he moved on and became a better person.’ Did he really? Between his crypto scam and his energy drink scam, you could live an infinite number of lifetimes, and Logan still wouldn’t become a better person. He would still be that same little shithead that mocked a suicide victim and repeatedly scammed multiple people. So, for me and Rhea? This isn’t Rockstar vs Prime. What this is about to us is making this Logan Paul’s day of reckoning for all of the fucked up shit he has said and done.”The crowd cheers before Rhea speaks. Rhea Ripley: “That covers a long list, and given that this is match is no holds barred and anything goes…”Rhea trails off as a sinister look forms on her face as she reaches down into her duffle bag and pulls out a canister of gasoline. A slight gasp is heard from the crowd. Rhea Ripley: “This is what Jamie and I had in mind for Logan.”Mauro Ranallo: Gasoline?
Corey Graves: Jamie and Rhea are certifiable nut jobs. They should be committed for even suggesting that they’ll do what everyone thinks they’ll do.
Tom Phillips: That’s a bit over the top for Jamie and Rhea.
Corey Graves: ‘A bit over the top’?! Jamie and Rhea are openly talking about committing a homicide!Jamie pulls a box of matches out of the duffle bag and holds it up before speaking. Jamie Hayter: “One of my fellow countrymen once said this of another con artist and it fits Logan Paul to a tee. The quote goes: ‘If you gave him an enema, he could be buried in a matchbox.’ It’s ironic, because after we’re done with Logan, there won’t be enough ashes to fit in this box. A fitting end to one of the world’s biggest scumbags.”The crowd breaks out into chants of “Die Logan, Die!” They aren’t chanting in German either. Jamie Hayter: “So, set your DVRs because SummerSlam will be the last you ever see of Logan Paul.”
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Post by crann on Aug 23, 2024 1:31:35 GMT -6
The former world champion listens to the never-champion as he rants, his expression growing increasingly annoyed. When Buzzard finishes speaking, Regal lifts his microphone to reply after a moment or two longer of letting things linger.William Regal: Mr. Buzzard, do you ever actually listen to yourself? It is, quite frankly, rather sad how you come out here each and every week and stick by the same guns, telling every single opponent that this week will somehow be different from the last, that this time you'll get the win, that this time you'll cling, stubbornly, to that hope that grows ever more desperate by the day. You want to talk about what looks good on paper versus what looks good in reality, Mr. Buzzard? Very well. You can begin by looking back on your entire career.The cheap shot does not win him any affection from the crowd, but Regal simply steamrolls over their jeers and continues.Your greatest achievements in this company, after years, have simply been being a nuisance to better men. From Sammy Guevara, who my son dismantled last week, to Drew McIntyre, who realized the world championship success you never will, to Trevor Lee — I don't think we need to go into the depths of depravity involved in that saga. And now, you're seeking to perpetuate that trend by latching onto my son, but I simply won't allow it. You've seen the extent to which we are willing to go to communicate that message, Mr. Buzzard. You've seen what we will do to you to put an end to it. So why do you so stubbornly keep on trying?Regal shakes his head, his expression shifting from annoyance to amusement before he resumes speaking.They say that persistence is a virtue, Mr. Buzzard — and perhaps you have internalized that lesson, after years of scraping and clawing, as you say, for anything resembling career relevance. But make no mistake: the fact you somehow continuously land contracts here in this company despite your dismal performance over the years mystifies everyone in that locker room. They all see you for what you are: the very definition of "career enhancement talent." A road bump for future stars in the making. That's why you were booked as my son's first opponent, and why you predictably folded like a cheap tent in the face of his opposition. But your ego... your ego simply can't comprehend or allow for that, can it? And so you persist. But your persistence has long since faded from being a virtue, and indeed, has transformed into a vice: obsession.Regal shakes his head, his tone shifting to a sympathetic one.Which is why, at the end of the day, my son and I have come to our own conclusion about you. At Summerslam, our best course of action is to show you no further quarter. As I said earlier — and whether you try to rationalize the reality of it away or not — my son showed you mercy when first the two of you met, but this time, that mercy is spent. Now you will fall prey to his full and unmitigated ferocity. You will be battered. You will be bruised. And just like all of those other times you kept clawing and scraping back to your feet only to come up short, you will be beaten once again. And when you are, I truly hope that you take my words to heart. That you listen to the absurdity of the words you speak. And that you acknowledge the cold, hard truth that you, Mr. Buzzard, have never been anything but a disappointment. A bad investment. A loser.Regal lowers his microphone once he has finished, as Dempsey steps up beside him, smirking at Leyton like the bully he is.
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Jye
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Post by Jye on Aug 23, 2024 5:15:07 GMT -6
Leyton Buzzard stands tall in the ring, his voice laced with a rare mix of vulnerability and defiance. He raises the microphone to his lips, his eyes locked on William Regal, who looks on with a smirk, satisfied with his verbal assault. Buzzard's tone is calm but edged with steel.
Leyton Buzzard: "Why don't you tell me what you really think of me, Regal? You think I’m nothing but a disappointment, a career enhancement talent. You say that I perpetuate a cycle of latching myself onto those who will benefit me in the long term? Well, the thing you're failing to mention is that while I may have latched on, I gave everything—mind, body, and soul—to live up to the image I wanted to project to the UWF audience."
Buzzard’s voice rises, his passion cutting through the jeers of the crowd. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Regal.
"I wanted to be THE GREATEST with Sammy Guevara. I was willing to stand in the shadows, to take every bullet for him, just to be part of something I thought was bigger than myself. And with Drew McIntyre, I sought a prestigious partnership, a bond that I thought would elevate me to a level I had only dreamed of. But do you really think I did that for my own benefit? Do you think taking every shot for Guevara or having my head nearly torn off by Drew McIntyre benefited me? No. I had become solely focused on one thought: that I had to be something different from what I am deep within, and it almost cost me everything."
The arena falls silent, captivated by Buzzard’s raw honesty. His voice softens, almost cracking, as he continues.
"When the illusion was broken by one Trevor Lee, I admit I didn't handle that well. I found myself in a dark space, suffocating under the weight of my own expectations, drowning in the lies I had built around myself. It felt like a knife to my back, twisting deeper with every betrayal, from those I thought were my friends, from those I thought I could trust. I lost everything, Regal. The only thing I could feel was the betrayal of those who wanted nothing more than to protect me... from myself."
Buzzard’s voice trembles with the pain of his past. He looks down for a moment, composing himself, before his gaze locks back onto Regal
"I became this depraved individual. I did things that I’m not proud of. I let that darkness consume me, twist me, and turn me into something unrecognizable. But through that darkness, I found that missing piece. I found the truth behind it all..."
Buzzard takes a deep breath, his voice steadying as he delivers his next words with conviction.
"And that truth, Regal, is that the only person I need to be is myself. You can get to me by attacking my friend, you can strike me down with your divine punch of brass all you want. But you fail to understand. You're so caught up with what I say and not what I've done since returning. I won't be lured down to your level. So strike while you still can. So while you can, run me down all you want. You can call me a loser, a nobody, whatever makes you feel big and important, but after Summerslam, you’re going to have to call me the man who beat Charlie Dempsey..."
Buzzard turns to Dempsey the man he will be fighting...
"Charlie, stand there with a smug look on your face all you want. You may have to pay attention because eventually it runs out, Like it did for Bronson, like it's done countless times to countless second and third generation wrestlers ,The name only gets you in the front door. So far it's been one momentum builder after another but you are about to run into a brick wall that's going to leave all your momentum for moot..."
Buzzard gets nose to nose with Dempsey
"... So Charlie better be ready for the fight of his life because, come Summerslam, I am not quitting. There will be no mercy, no shortcuts. You and I will go until one of us submits or is sent to the closest hospital. And I can assure you, if you don't plan on quitting, make sure your insurance is in check. Because in America, you will be left flat broke and without a cent to your name after being sent to the ER by yours truly..."
Buzzard lowers his microphone, the crowd erupting into a mix of boos and cheers.
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Post by yoloisfox on Aug 23, 2024 16:56:00 GMT -6
Andre Chase and Duke Hudson stand in the ring.
Duke Hudson: “Mistah Chase, tonite I just found out, that we got an ol SummerSlam match after all! It’s a tag match, against Eve and Eddie? Isn’t he retirin or somethin like that?”
Andre Chase: “Why yes I think he is-“
Duke Hudson:”And didn’t you say we probably should avoid them as just picking up an easy win would look bad?”
Andre Chase: “Ok, well that’s not quite what-“
Duke Hudson: “Eh it doesn’t really matter Mista’ Chase because the point is, Chase University is really looking for a win, and at the hottest party of the summer no less? Well Chase U knows how to party, maybe even through Eddie a nice retirement party while we’re here, but Eddie, Eve, you two are looking at a fired up Chase University! Six Foot Five Duke Hudson, a real stud athlete with the power and heart to never give up! The Professor, Mista Chase, has an even bigger heart and the strategy to always lead us to victory! Come SummerSlam, easy win or not, we are gonna win! But don’t worry Eddie we got ya a gift, AN ANDRE CHASE UNIVERSITY SIZED ASS WHOPPIN!!!”
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Post by Jimmy Uso on Aug 24, 2024 23:20:16 GMT -6
When They heard Viva La Raza burst through the arena Latino Heat drives out onto the stage on the patchier side is his Wife Eve and she flips the hydro switch and drives it down the aisleand lowers his Lowrider down and exits out of the vehicle and him and Eve walks up the steel steps and gets inside of the Summer slam ring and the time keeper hands Eddie and Eve a microphone while talking to the UWF Universe
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: Hola, fénix, arizona Now me and my lovely Wife Eve. had to come out here to address to you all that this will be your hero Latino Heat's last match for Summer Slam.
UWF Cheers and Boos at Latino Heat
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: and I like to say to our new Opponents that were facing tonight are Duke Hudson and Chase U. what you said awhile ago that after my Retirement that you two have aa surprise for me something about an ass whooping well guest what you two want an ass beaten from The Guerrero's then watch what me and eve will do to you two culo on tonight's Summer slam when we both defeat you two ass inside of this very ring when we defeat you two tonight at Summer Slam.
UWF Universe Cheers for Latino Heat
Ms Guerrero| Eve: Chase U and Duke. what have you two done since you two came to UWF network oh that's right not a damn thing and since you two like to talk so much crap then try to end my Papi Eddie Guerrero and I tonight when the two of us defeat you two at Summer Slam. oh and where's your little Thea Hail. at she's not out here now is she will she better stay hidden cause she doesn't want none of the Undefeated Chick cause I should been TV Champion as well but I will get that Opportunity once my Papi Retires tonight when we defeat you two chase Fools University on Summer Slam.
UWF Cheers for Ms Guerrero when Latino Heat wraps it up before his Retirement tonight
Latino Heat| Eddie Guerrero: one last thing before we head back Duke and Chase U. you wanna end my Retirement is that what this is all about trying to end someone's career and who is an Hall of Fame and that person is there Latino Heat Eddie Guerrero. so rather I win or lose tonight there's still more familia that Represent that's right I'm talking about my fleshing blood Master of The Six one Nine Rey Misterio. will still be apart of UWF and he will look after my lovely Wife Eve Guerrero Torres. until I come out of my Retirement after tonight's Summer Slam and I will be back as soon as Latino Heat feels like getting back into that ring because it's time for your Latino Heat Eddie and Eve. to take out these Universidad de Chase tonight's tag team in Phoenix, Arizona at Summer Slam.
Ms Guerrero| Eve: Viva La Raza.
Viva La Raza hit's one final time when Eddie and Eve exit out of the ring and heads back up towards the stage and head back to there locker room before his Retirement ends at Summer Slam
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