UWF 2012: Past Pay-Per-View Trashtalking

[BDC]

Re: UWF Vengeance TT - UWF European Championship Match - Jeff Jarrett v. Bray Wyatt

As the crowd begins to anticipate what comes next…

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The familiar theme song and Titantron for Alberto Del Rio plays and a highly expensive car pulls into view honking it’s astronomically expensive horn. As it pulls into the arena, an excited Ricardo Rodreguiz begins to give his favorite boss the unbelievable intro he always does!

Señoras y señores:
Ponte de pie y puso sus manos juntas para el hijo favorito de México;
El capitán del Armbreaker Cruz!
Soltero más codiciado del mundo!
Él es el hombre imbatible de clase y honor ...
Alllllllllllllllberrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtttooooooooooooooo Dellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiooooooooooooooooo l!

Del Rio jumps out of the driver side door and gives his fans an eyeful! Suddenly, another theme song interrupts the moment, but Del Rio doesn’t seem to be a bit angry.

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The pop grows remarkably as the back door of the expensive car opens up and none other than the Tennessean himself, Jeff Jarrett, jumps out and helps his beautiful bride, Karen out. She is wearing a stunning outfit that Jeff shows off by twirling her for the crowd. Karen stops and gives a princess type wave!

Ricardo continues his introduction with a lot less pizzazz for Double J.

Puedes seguir aplaudiendo si quieres para el Tennessean
que se hace llamar rey de la montaña ... Jeff Jarrett ...

Jeff, Karen and Del Rio make their way to the ring; the Kings of the Mountain escorting the queen, one on each arm. The two wrestlers open the ring ropes for Karen to step in as Del Rio and Jeff enter behind her; leaving Ricardo to get the ropes for himself. He doesn’t look that happy about it.

Jarrett runs and grabs a microphone: Alright! YOUR Kings of the Mountain have ARRIVED!!!

The crowd gives a good pop as both Jarrett and Del Rio smile.

Jarrett: Ok, people, we have some business…

Del Rio interrupts: Wait a minute, Jeffery. Allow me to begin by saying that Karen is looking quite ravishing tonight, is she not?

Karen looks embarrassed by Del Rio’s notice of her and Jeff grins.

Jeff Jarrett: Wha? Yeah, yeah, of course, she is! She’s only the most beautiful woman in the UWF! I mean, only she could pull off that dress with all the accentuations in the right places, if you know what I mean!

Del Rio smiles: Yes, Jeff, I believe I understand very clearly what you mean. But, I’m afraid we have to dispose of the niceties and get down to the matter of retribution.

Jeff grins: AH! Retribution. I assume you’re talking about YES?

Del Rio: Si.

Jeff corrects: YES!

Del Rio: Si.

Jeff goes to correct again: YES!

Karen butts in and stops them: Ok, boys, we all know you’re talking about YOUR ENLIGHTENED SAVIORS.

Del Rio points as if she just guessed charades: AH! Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Those commoners stomped upon the rules and stole my victory away from me. And, for that, I cannot forgive them. No, justice must be done.

Jeff grins real big: Oh, I got some Justice for that Tubby little Forest Gump ripoff and it will be dished out at a Pay Per View fittingly called VENGENCE!

The crowd pops big at the thought of the Pay Per View.

Del Rio: AH! You mean your defense of the European Championship! I must agree. To put down the cheating scoundrel who not only stole my victory on Smackdown last week, but stole the Money in the Bank satchel all with the help of his partners in crime, Sandow and Bryan!

Jeff Jarrett: I mean exactly that, Al. He thinks he can steal his way to the top? Well, at Vengence, I’m gonna show him up for the Husky little fraud he is!

Del Rio interrupts: Oh, that will be fitting and bittersweet, but we need more than just vengeance, Jeffery. We need retribution. We need Justice. We need DESTINY!

Jeff Jarrett seems to get it: Oh, yeah, you’re right about that. That’s why Vengence is just a stepping stone. Once I secure myself as the Duke of Europe, the KINGS OF THE MOUNTAIN will be setting their sights higher, my friend.

Del Rio feigns confusion: Higher, Jeff?

Jeff Jarrett: Oh, yes, higher! We’re gonna not only expose that dime store messiah for the hoax he is, we’re gonna dethrone the self proclaimed enlightened saviors off their throne!!

The crowd understands and starts to pop big at the thought.


Del Rio: Ah, but aren’t Edge and Hardy the number one contenders?

Jeff Jarrett: Yes, they are. And I wish them all the luck in the world at taking that pompous, robe wearin’ freak and his midget friend down a notch or two. But, I gotta say, if our illustrious GM, Desmond Wolfe, sees fit to give us our chance, we’re gonna take it faster than a bear on a salmon! But, I’m tired of talking about the three beared amigos. I got a present for you and Ricky.

Alberto looks shocked: A present? For me?

Jeff Jarrett: Oh, yeah. Since you don’t have a match at Vengence, I decided to get you and Ricky some company for the whole weekend. On top of that, I have the BIGGEST party planned for that weekend. Get this. The world’s finest alcohol, including Tennessee’s own JACK DANIELS, some of the most expensive foods money can buy…

Del Rio looks excited.

Jeff Jarrett: And remember Lacy and Macy from a couple a weeks ago?

Alberto nods.

Jeff Jarrett: They are YOURS for the weekend!!

The stripper music starts to play and the two hotties from a couple of weeks ago step out and walk down the ramp as the crowd goes crazy. Del Rio and Ricardo open the ropes for the girls in their tight dresses to get into the ring.

Alberto turns to Jeff: Jeffery, you have far outdone yourself this time. Two buxom beauties to sooth my aching muscles after being jumped from behind by that behemoth, Bray Wyatt.

The girls automatically start rubbing his shoulders as Ricardo looks on lustily.

Alberto Del Rio: Ah, yes, they will help me forget for, at least, a little while, the tragedy that unfolded on Smackdown this past week.

Jeff notices that Ricardo is looking sad; watching Del Rio hog the girl action.

Jeff Jarrett: Oh, hey Ricky! I haven’t forgotten you. Del Rio said you liked the big breasted mamas so I got you something special. Allow me to introduce to you, your escort for the weekend, the current Guinness Book of World Records holder of the title of WORLD’S BIGGEST BREASTS!!

The top heavy honey runs down the ramp; chest popping with every step. Ricardo looks stunned.

Jeff Jarrett: Hey, Al, can you translate? I don’t think he understands.

Alberto, as she gets into the ring: Oh, I think he understands!

She suddenly runs up and grabs Ricardo; burying his face in her massive chest.

Jeff Jarrett: Oh, yeah, somebody’s gonna go ta bed with a BIG smile on his face…​

 

[Lub]

UWF Vengeance: Prediction Thread

UWF Smackdown and NXT Present:

UWF Vengeance

Live from the Nassau Veterans Memorial Coliseum in Uniondale, New York.

Card:

UWF World Heavyweight Championship

Ted DiBiase (C) vs. John Cena vs. Rey Mysterio vs. Rob Van Dam

UWF NXT Championship

Randy Orton (C) vs. Robert Roode

UWF European Championship

Jeff Jarrett (C) vs. Bray Wyatt

UWF Television Championship

Damien Sandow (C) vs. The Big Show

Last Man Standing Match

Daniel Bryan vs. Edge

Triple Threat Street Fight

Dean Ambrose vs. Batista vs. Samoa Joe

Poster Credit: EffectsofRaven
Banners Credit: rawisrey

PREDICT THE WINNERS!​

 

[ShanegoFett]

Vengeance TV Title- Damien Sandow (c) vs Big Show

Weeeeeeeeeellllll! It's the Big Show!
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"Crank it up" hits the PA system and the majority of the crowd boos loudly in response. From the stage, a tower of pyrotechnics explodes with a loud bang and as the smoke clears, the colossus, Big Show, emerges from behind the curtain. Big Show is dressed to compete, in his classic ring gear, and looks confident tonight. Big Show lumbers down the ramp towards the ring, and the fans continue to boo him, but the Big Show doesn't care at all. He turns the corner towards the stairs, and heavily walks up the steel steps. Show walks across the apron and steps over the top rope as if it were a childs toy. He enters the ring and takes a few steps before turning towards the camera side and throwing a big hand into the air. The fans let out a disapproving groan as Show lowers his arm and retrieves a microphone from the technician. His music is cut and he speaks to the crowd.

The Big Show: Recently, I stepped largely into the picture on Smackdown, more so than I have before. I used to be just an external threat, waiting in the wings for Dibiase jr to give a signal and I'd make sure he'd get the win. That's what I used to do, that's what I thought I was only capable of since I came to UWF. Things have changed though. I walked out three weeks ago and I beat the living hell out of Dean Ambrose, and was awarded the victory for my efforts. I beat the guy who people apparently are using as a measuring stick in this business lately. But no, uh uh. You're looking at the new measuring stick on Smackdown. A seven foot tall measuring stick and you better start to step up your game, or I'll run right through anybody in the back. Because to top it off, I clobbered Triple H last week to earn my shot here at Vengeance. Doesn't matter what anybody says, when you come out here in this ring and you beat the man that has held more titles than most people ever will, it's a big damn deal.

The crowd continues to boo Big Show, although he does present good points. Show pays them no mind and speaks again.

The Big Show: Now at Vengeance I face the new Television Champion, Damien Sandow. Sandow knows that I'm not stupid, and I respect that. And while I may not know Sandow that well, I do know that he's both the tag team and the televesion champ. That takes some skill, and a lot of luck. But the problem I have with all of this, is that Sandow.. you just aren't cut out to face a guy like me. A colossus like me. You're a smart competitor but honestly you should enlighten yourself and realize that you aren't going to cut the mustard this time around. I'll be taking that Television title from you at Vengeance.

The fans give out a mixed reaction as Big Show calmly smiles with his claim. Show rubs the top of his bald head, and continues to talk.

The Big Show: Sandow, I've got nothing personal against you, but when it comes down to taking care of business in the ring; I'm going to knock you out of the game. I'm not the one with anything to lose at Vengeance, you better hope that you bring your best because I've been waiting for a shot and I'll make it count.

The fans boo as Show looks at his massive fist and clenches it, holding it up as if ready to strike. Show lowers his microphone and waits for his opponent.

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Hi just wanted to say good luck and lets have fun! kept it kind of short, but do whatcha like sir


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[Rated R Superstar]

Re: UWF Vengeance: Prediction Thread

World Heavyweight Championship- John Cena

NXT Championship- Randy Orton

European Championship- Jeff Jarrett

Television Championship- Damien Sandow

Last Man Standing- Edge(Slim, don't let me down!)

Triple Threat Street Fight- Batista

 

[ShanegoFett]

Re: UWF Vengeance: Prediction Thread

World Heavyweight Championship- Rey Rey or Cena

NXT Championship- Randy Orton

European Championship- Bray Wyatt

NXTreme Championship- R-Truth(c)

Television Championship- No prediction!

Last Man Standing- Edge

Triple Threat Street Fight- Batista

 

[The Hoov]

Re: UWF Vengeance TT - Last Man Standing Match - Daniel Bryan v. Edge

YES! YES! YES!

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“Flight of the Valkyries†hits the PA and the entire audience collectively groans and boos as one half of the UWF Tag Team Champions Daniel Bryan makes his way out to ringside screaming “YES!â€

Daniel hops onto the apron and is continuing to be boo'd out of the arena. He enters through the ropes and into the ring and calls for a microphone. He waits for the crowd to die down a big before speaking.

Daniel Bryan: Well, well, well. Here we are. Another UWF PPV that I'm not in the main event of like I rightfully should be. No, instead, I'm put into some sort of “punishment†match-up thought up by our “lovely†general manager Nigel. But, originally, this was supposed to be a Tag Team Title match with Damien and I taking on Jeff Hardy and Edge but since Jeff couldn't be bothered to show up to a PPV in which the poster is graced by his methed-out face, It's a regular singles match between Edge and I. Now, what was Jeff Hardy's excuse again? Family issues? Let's be real here, Jeffery. You're at home tending to your older brother who stuck his nose in where it didn't belong. He came onto my show and disrespected me right to my face and decided to challenge me to a fight. I don't know about all of you, but as soon as the phrase “I want a piece of Daniel Bryan†left his mouth, I considered it to be open season. But, Jeff, you can't blame me one bit because if your brother had at least a sliver of intelligence in his body than maybe he would've fared better and would've known that I am a dangerous and unpredictable man. Instead, he's laid up in bed having to rely on his own brother to care for him. It's sad really. His first time in a UWF ring.....and it became his last.


Bryan then turns his attention to his opponent Edge.


Daniel Bryan: But enough about Jeff. He's not here tonight so he's unimportant. Edge, The Rated R Superstar. I already know exactly what he's going to come out here and say. He'll call Damien, Bray and I cowards, he'll make a few dumb jokes that aren't remotely funny, say spear a few times and that will be that. Edge, I know you like a book. You think you're edgy, no pun intended but really, you're yesterday's news. That's right because no one is talking about you anymore. You have had a tremendous career but look at the key word: Had. Me on the other hand? I continue to have a tremendous career because, and although it sounds like a broken record I can't stress this enough, the reason my career is thriving is because I'm smart, I'm charismatic and last but not least it is because I am The Best Wrestler In The World. Ever since I stepped foot in this company I have proved it by competing with the best and making them all look foolish. I'm the go-to guy when management wants a 5-star classic. What about you? You're only claim to fame in this company is the fact that your stock was raised the moment Nigel put you in the ring with me.


Bryan is continuing to run down Edge much to the crowd's chagrin and Bryan loves it.

Daniel Bryan: And as soon as the match is over, that stock will plummet faster than the stock market crash because that's what I do. I make you look like you've never even stepped foot inside a ring before. Edge, why do you think you were put into this match? Because Nigel really wants to punish me? I'm pretty sure he's given up trying to do that, I mean he hasn't been able to yet. No, I think this match is all about you to see what you have in you. You see, while you may have had a tremendous career, your time in UWF has been, shall we say, uneventful? What have you done for us lately, Adam? Nothing. You've barely squeezed by in your matches against Damien and Bray and now you think you're going to get the clean sweep? I don't think so because those matches you could get a cheap 1-2-3 victory but in this one.....oh no it's a lot more complicated than that. You have to keep me down for a 10 count and I just don't see that happening because, let's face it: As soon as that bell rings, I'm slapping on every submission move I can think of and you won't leave the mat until they stretcher you out. In one-on-one PPV matches with me, stretchers have to be used. Dean Ambrose was stretchered out and our own general manager Nigel was stretchered out. Edge, what makes you any different? Because you're the Rated R Superstar? You call yourself Rated R but I call you Rated O....for Overrated.


The crowd “oohs†at Bryan's remark as he continues.


Daniel Bryan: That's right and I'm going to prove it at Vengeance when I beat you down and show you just who's running the show around here. Daniel Bryan is ready and the one question remains: Will he be the Last Man Standing? YES. I.WILL! YES. I. WILL! YES. I. WILL!


Daniel continues to chant these 3 words and the crowd goes along until...


OOC: Good luck, Slim!​

 

[Andrew]

Re: UWF Vengeance Ambrose v Batista v Joe Street Fight

The fans begin to get on their feet, delivering mixed-reactions of the arrival of Batista. He walks through the curtains, a few seconds afterwards. Batista walks to the ramp as he stops half way before crouching down as the pyrotechnics goes off.

Batista gets back up, slapping himself on the chest a couple times as he walks down the ring wearing a suit.

Batista;
The losses continue, everything continues to crumble. This entire mentality that's gotten to my head lately, it's unbearable. Have people gotten into my head? Most likely. I no longer have this uncontrollable rage, I no longer have hatred towards people. Everyday I try and wonder what escaped my mind, what was it that just made things disappear... The rage I had kept me alive, it kept me stronger... I was on top of the world. But since, that's all gone downhill... There's no mountain for me to climb no more, but holes. The holes become deeper and deeper, almost impossible to actually escape. Dirt is starting to cover me, forgotten... unseen. It's what I am slowly becoming. Am I going insane? Was I already insane? I don't know who I am anymore. Since my comeback here in UWF, I was dominant... dangerous, ruthless... but now... I'm none of that. I'm just a man who wrestles, I have respect for the business and what opportunities it's given me but... What I worry about is these people. The people I once hated, I no longer mind... but to this very day, nobody seems to care. As much as I try, there's not a care in the world for the 'Animal' Batista anymore. It's a constant struggle, every day I wake up wondering what today will bring me, I go out and try my hardest... but nothing seems to execute in my favors. Things I've dreamt of are no longer dreams, they are shattered... I'm living broken dreams, time after time I've thought of hanging up the boots for good. But there's one thing that keeps me driving, the one thing that keeps me going and never stopping... that's you Dean Ambrose. You are what's kept me alive all this time, you've controlled my rage, my rage may have escaped me but at Vengeance I shall seek my rage once again. You say I'm not a match for you, I've lost to you in the past, yes I can admit that. But my actions can be deemed as dangerous and appropriate at the very time. This match, the street fight... We all can fight, we all have IT and that's no lie. It's a place where us three truly belong, it's our territory but one must claim the entire prize. Whilst we're fighting for the hatred of each other, nothing comes out of it. There's no Championship belts we want, there's none of it. Only blood, sweat and tears come through in this very match at Vengeance. Whilst you're on about the Television Championship, it is not a matter to me that I lost it at all, I'm much more focused on this match than I have been my entire career Dean.


Batista circles around the ring, not taking his eyes off Dean.

This was supposed to be about us, the hatred we've shown over the past month or two... It is not how we want it to be. Instead Samoa Joe wanted a fight, well I'm going to gladly accept his proposal in wanting a fight. After all we're all here for one reason ain't we? While there's not just one focus, but two... It still isn't enough for me, while blood will be splattered all over the ground, a sea of red is what we'll see... This won't just be a nightmare, this will be something we've all been waiting for so long... To bleed. To pour the blood from your own body and expel it all over the floor, to sacrifice what you truly love doing and endangering yourself. It's exactly what we're doing. However, the claims of being the best... There isn't one. To be the best, you must walk out the winner of this match, go on and win that World Heavyweight Champion, so Dean... you were ONCE the best. I've had my opportunties and they slumped, but Joe... You're nothing to us. You don't deserve this match, but... you're in it and I cannot do anything to stop it. But an ass-kicking is what everyone's going to get, even myself. These people know how much we want to win this match, I need the win, not you, not Joe... but myself. Because if I cannot get the job done, then I am going to grab that microphone... Perhaps I'll issue an open challenge for Smackdown, maybe I'll be heading to another brand... Nobody knows, only myself. It'll play on your mind for the time being, but at Vengeance... I will do exactly what I've planned to do. My job will get done and that's a promise!

Batista looks at Dean Ambrose as he walks past him chuckling, Batista then leaves the ring as he heads out the back, the camera follows him as Batista leaves the building. A cameraman is able to stop him.

Cameraman: Where are you going Dave?

Batista: I'll be back... but after Vengeance, will I?

Cameraman: What do you mean by that Dave? You're scheduled to wrestle at Vengeance! You're a contracted wrestler!

Batista: I know that Lucas, I need to hit the gym... I don't use the one here. Speak to you later alright?

Lucas: Alright Dave, keep safe!

Batista then heads off as the screen fades.


​

 

[Chris Dresdon]

NXTreme Championship: Sting vs. R-Truth(c)

Darkness falls over the arena, inspiring the fans in attendance to respond with boos.. After a moment of being able to see nothing and only hear the sound of the crowd's reaction, suddenly a familiar voice, the voice that recited the former poem, begins to speak over the PA system

The age of the old vision, has passed away.
The birth of a new way, has occurred.
This. Is. Sting.

Following the reciting of the new, much shorter poem there is silence, when a new theme begins to play.

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The song is "No Reflection" by Marilyn Manson as the lights come up and the crowd comes alive with the same reaction they had earlier, but more energetic and more audible. The music plays for a moment on its own before Sting walks out from behind the curtain, wearing a long leather trenchcoat and the red and black face paint, making his way down the ramp quickly. As Sting ascends the stairs, moves along the apron, and steps into the ring, he removes a microphone from his trenchcoat pocket and raises it to his mouth, waiting on his music to die out entirely before he begins speaking.

Well, it appears the group of people in this audience are a much braver bunch than the crowds I've been in front of these past few weeks. I guess there's no point in continuing with what I came out here to say then, because your disdain is simply too much for me to handle, I am put firmly in my place and cannot remove myself from it. Only if I were a fool would all of this be so, the fear is as present in all of you as it is in the hearts and minds of every other human being that has heard my words and witnessed my actions. What's going on right now is what I described on Monday night, the fear you feel has subsided temporarily, you are currently not paralyzed by it, therefore your stunned silence is replaced by this passionate voicing of disdain. It is as I foretold, so I am not caught off guard by it, nor am I bothered by it, because I understand the situation from all aspects.

It is your defense mechanism against this series of events over which you have no control, you have led yourselves to believe that this prolonged emission of your disapproval will eventually result in a changing of the guard. This ideal, just like all of the other hopes you cling to, is false. The solace you feel is empty, it's a desolate feeling of comfort, you all exist in a lonely state of content where all you know is this fear I inspire in you and the ability to create these lies to make yourselves feel better, even though you know it's only temporary. You know that I can return you to that silence at any moment, and you know the reason I call your solace empty and your comfort desolate is because these things you tell yourselves carry no weight, and will do nothing to shut me up or slow me down.

Before I return you to that silence, let me inform you of the other reason you're booing me right now. Even though my opponent holds you in the same indifferent regard that I do, there are beings among you that cheer for him, whether it's an attempt to spite me or it's out of genuine adoration, there are fans of his among you. Now, as you can see, R-Truth is not in this ring or anywhere around it. I did not grant him the courtesy of coming out here and speaking first, even though he is the titleholder, and that's why so many of you are crying out, because you feel I should have extended him that courtesy and shown respect for the position he holds on this roster and in this company. I am not the Sting that wastes his time looking for respect, nor am I the one that goes out of his way to show respect, and that's why I did in one night what he failed to do in several months.

I made the name Sting mean something again, by making it mine. I made this donning of a long leather trenchcoat and black and red face paint mean something again, by making it mine. And Sunday night, with this earned opportunity, I will make the NXTreme Championship mean something in the same fashion, by making it mine. Ron comes out here and speaks of the truth, labeling his words as being of that variety and speaking of their power to set you free. Do not be misguided, the thoughts and feelings this man verbalizes are lies. Example, he would lead you all to believe that he earned that NXTreme Championship, he would lead you all to believe that he fought diligently and passionately and the right person won in the end. I disagree.

If only I were quicker in putting my plan into motion, this brand wouldn't currently be such a wretched thing to behold because of who their second tier champion is. But Steve had to try to cling to the spotlight, he had to try and perform and make all of his little Stingers proud. Because he hung on for one week too long, Ron Killings is the first and current holder of the NXTreme Championship, something that never should have happened and never would have happened if the Sting in that match had been me and not that retirement home tenant that called himself the "Icon". But I have cleaned up his mess thus far, why not do it again at Vengeance?

R-Truth, earlier I spoke of your dislike of these fans. You have chosen to play the villain's hand for your stay in the UWF, but tell me, what is it that makes you evil? Are you evil because you can conjure up statements that make these people boo you? Anyone can insult a group of people for the sake of insulting them, Ron, you're going to have to do better than that. Are you evil because your facial expressions are angry instead of happy? Are you evil because you don't dance and rap anymore? Let me answer my own questions, you aren't evil for any of these reasons because you aren't evil at all.

You're a living, breathing facade. You are playing a character with stereotypical emotions and fabricated malice, it's all an act and it's not a very convincing one. That is why your reign will come to an end, because I am the one out of the two of us that has a true edge. I am the one out of the two of us that is truly evil, I feel nothing but hatred and I get enjoyment out of my peers' weakness. Ron, I was forged by darkness itself. I stepped into the legendary shoes of a twenty-seven year veteran and made him an afterthought, I eviscerated what this entire company deemed a "Curse" and denied him participation in NXT's first glimpse of the pay-per-view spotlight, my momentum is great and your opposition is not strong enough to challenge it worthily.

I will humble you and strip you of everything you feel makes you worthwhile, starting with your championship and ending with your name itself. They will watch as the character R-Truth is murdered, just as the many characters of Steve Borden were murdered, only this time the blood won't be on their hands, it will proudly stain mine. And at the end of the night there will be only Ronnie Killings, a title-less shell of a man just as insignificant as the people sitting in the crowd that witnessed him become that shell.

And that, is the truth.

Sting lowers his microphone to his side and stands in silence as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.​

 

[Slim]

Re: UWF Vengeance TT - Last Man Standing Match - Daniel Bryan v. Edge

YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
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Edge walks out on stage to a thunderous ovation from the crowd.



He walks down towards the middle of the ramp and then does his pose as the pyro goes off.



He then continues his way down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. He poses on the rope before getting off and uses his mic.



The “Rated R Superstarâ€￾ Edge:
What do we have here but the king of catchphrases. I’m sure if you didn’t have a catchphrase you wouldn’t have much to say. And as far as calling Danny boy and Little Bray cowards? I’m not sure I ever went to those lengths before because I’m usually a lot more eccentric and creative with my name calling. But then again I’m not sure I’m supposed to know that word or those type of words because I’m just a simple minded Rated R guy that only knows words with four letters. But you want a joke? I have a joke. Why was six afraid of seven? Because seven eight nine. But I have an even better joke than that. A much better one that I’m sure that you will definitely appreciate. It’s a visual one though. Its you. You are the biggest joke in this thing and the fact that you think, the simple fact that you believe that you are a threat to me. The sheer fact that you believe that you can top me? That you can stop me? That is the biggest joke of them all I mean look out there in the crowd and you’ll see that you even had some fans cracking up at that joke. Because you… you’re simply overrated.

The crowd lets out a collective “OOOHHHHHHHH!!!â€￾ as Edge continues.



The “Rated R Superstarâ€￾ Edge:
You are nothing more than a guy that can repeat one word over and over and you think that is what makes you charismatic? You think all I am is a one word guy? I’m much more than that. I’m much more creative than that. I’m much more than all of that. I mean really what have you done? Dean Ambrose? Who remembers that? Who remembers what you did to him? Certainly nobody here. And Nigel? You didn’t do that alone. And now you think that you are going to have what it takes to stop me? Need I remind your little fragile mind that it has taken you, Danny, and Little Bray to just attempt to hold me down. When there isn’t interference… none of you have what it takes to stop me. Little Bray couldn’t. Danny Boy couldn’t and I would wager that you are the weakest link of the three and so what this means is… you are going to be the easiest of the three to dispose of. It’s just a matter of time before I give you a very realistic dose of reality and show you that you are nothing more than a trophy holder. You are the type of guy that sits on the sidelines and benefits from the others accomplishing the goals for the team. But now… now you are on your own whereas a guy like me can function whether I have a teammate or not. Right now my teammate has some things to tend to and so what that means is I’m going to be handling business on my own which is not a problem. Because I look at you and all I see is someone that is going to take a little bit of effort to get rid of. That’s it… but don’t expect that. Don’t think for one second that I’m going to take it easy on you. Instead… expect the worst beating you’ve ever had to endure.

Instead expect a beating so horrendous that you will be down for a lot longer than just ten seconds. Expect a beating so horrible that your partners are going to have to on a search for a new tag team partner to replace you because when I’m done with you… you won’t be able to defend that belt for a while. Expect that because Jeff can’t compete your only points of relevance now will be that tag title you are holding and the simple fact that you will be an example of what the Rated R Era is going to be truly all about. It is going to be violent, it is going to be brutal, and it will end with me standing tall above all. It will be me that will rise up above all of this and will soon reach the top of the UWF. You think that I haven’t accomplished anything yet even though I’ve already beaten your two friends… you are just another bump in my way to attempt to slow me down but there is NOBODY that is going to slow me down. There is nobody that is going to keep me from reaching my ultimate goal. So come on… come on and let it all out. Keep telling me how overrated I am that way when I leave you lying in the middle of the ring… you will understand just how completely and utterly overrated you are. You will understand that you are nothing special. That you aren’t ready for the big times. That you aren’t ready for the main event and that you aren’t ready for someone like me. Instead… all you are is just some other guy that knows how to say one word well over and over… yes? Yes? Yes? Is that it? Yes? YES! YES! YES! YES!

YES! YES! YES!

The fans start chanting “YES!â€￾ as Edge lowers his mic smirking awaiting to hear what Bryan now has to say.​

 

[rawisrey]

Re: Vengeance TV Title- Damien Sandow (c) vs Big Show

[video=youtube;t0fXXBeeKBY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t0fXXBeeKBY[/video]

The crowd hatred seems to die down in the wait, but suddenly burst out towards the stage as Damien Sandows theme hits the arena. Sandow emerges through the curtain seemingly without his championships, he holds his hand up waving his finger around as if conducting his own theme song before turning his attention to the audience and raising his microphone.

Damien Sandow:

Silence the music, for I am about to speak to my unwashed masses.

The music dies down replaced fully with the boos from the crowd

Allow me to beg your indulgence for one moment, my name is Damien Sandow, I am your Television champion and one half of your Tag Team Champions, and as always I am here to help all of you. All of you including yourself Mr. Big Show.

Sandow begins to make his way down the ramp slowly as he speaks

However before we get to that, some of you may be wondering where my championships are. I am wearing both as we speak, however I choose to wear them underneath my fine Egyptian cotton robe for I am not a man of pride. I do not seek admiration from you people I only seek enlightenment, I shall not gloat like other ignoramuses are one to do. And while my associate chooses to relish in the fact that he is a champion, I choose a more civil approach of simply wearing them out of prestige and honor and not turn them into a flashy fashion statement as they have become over the years thanks to unworthy competitors. With that said I mentioned I am here to help Mr. Show, and I am.

Sandow walks up the steel steps and across the ring apron staying there

For you see my colossal challenger, you have been a man whose legend has grown simply by appearance. Appearance not only referring to your size, but referring to the way you look in that very ring competing against others. However should someone come through and cut you down to size, like many other larger men have tried, it will tarnish the very idea of the giant. Goliath is only known for his defeat at the hands of David, and in that same vain is your dilemma. You vanquish me in many contest, whether it be one of size, weight, or strength. But in that ring you are nothing more than a bigger human being, which means your anatomy is not much different than say my own. Which means you have tendons, which means your eyesight is as mine or say a referees, your punching power may be greater but with greater weight comes greater strain on what is holding you up. In a barbaric fight, something I shall never take part in as I am above such things, you would dispose of me like common trash. However in a wrestling ring, I know what to do to make sure I am champion, and it will only cause your legend to dwindle down. Therefore I come with an inspiring proposition, You simply stay home on this evening, we shall forget this bout was ever to occur and I shall never mention it again. You remain the unstoppable giant, I remain your enlightened savior and martyr, and we all go home happy. What do you think my over sized friend?

Sandow lowers his microphone with a big grin on his face as if he's found the perfect solution waiting for Big Show to react accordingly to his brilliant idea.​

ooc: coolness I like keeping it short tbh, why kill ourselves and hell if we want to go big we can do so whenever we want. Good luck man going to be fun.

 

[The Hoov]

Re: UWF Vengeance TT - Last Man Standing Match - Daniel Bryan v. Edge

Daniel glares over at Edge who seems to have a smirk on his face, thinking he's got him but Bryan calmly lifts his microphone back up and offers his rebuttal.

Daniel Bryan: Obviously, I see if I'm going to get anywhere in this conversation I'm going to have to stoop down to your level of maturity. The 7-8-9 joke? Stealing of my catchphrases? But, the icing on the cake has to be your calling of me overrated. That's the real laugh riot in this scenario. The man who personifies it standing the middle of the ring and calls me overrated. Edge, do you even know what it means or did you just use it because it's a long and nice sounding word? It means, in layman's terms, someone who is rated over what they should be. Not as good as let on. That's you down to the style in which you dress, the manner in which you carry yourself, the vocabulary you display and most importantly your wrestling abilities or lack thereof. Edge, you try and hype yourself up to be this great big maestro of the ring but at the end of the day, you have to look yourself in the mirror and say “Did I really earn it?â€￾ I don't think you can.


The crowd and Edge don't have any idea what he's talking about but Bryan continues.


Daniel Bryan: I think when you look in that mirror, the person staring back at you disgusts you. It would if it was me. I mean, look at the facts Adam. Every accolade you've ever had you've done it the cheap way. The “Ultimate Opportunistâ€￾ they call you. I call you a coward. I also call you an adulterer. What I did to Matt Hardy will heal but what you did.....I mean, I'm the guy who had Nigel McGuinness stretchered out of the arena and had him laid up in a hospital for weeks but what you did to Matt by betraying his trust, even to a guy like me, that's cold. You people out here actually cheer for a man who displays such horrible moral values. In retrospect, overrated is only the tip of the iceberg in describing you. You have absolutely zero admirable qualities about you and you have the audacity to pass judgment onto me? Just who in the Hell do you think you are? Because I know who I am. I'm Daniel Bryan. I'm classically trained in all forms of martial arts. I can lock on a thousand submission holds in any given position. I'm the most talked-about man on this entire roster. I'm The Best Wrestler In The World, not by opinion but by fact. No one can touch me in this ring and that includes you. When I look in the mirror, I smile because what I see staring back is the closest to perfection you can get. What do you see?


Daniel then raises his arm and addresses the entire crowd.

Daniel Bryan: In fact, what do any of you people see? Are you ashamed like Edge? You see, that's why Damien, Bray and I have to exist. We are here setting an example. If you followed people like Edge, the world would be in shambles. You need us as Your Enlightened Saviors. We are a necessity. If not us, then someone else would come along. We are not the bad guys here. We are trying to save you people from ending up like our so-called “Rated R Superstarâ€￾ over here. He's bitter at life, his personal life is in shambles and everything he touches ends up being worse off for it. Adam Copeland is a poison. Adam Copeland is a disease. You've bested Damien slightly, you've bested Bray, again slightly but look me in the eyes, Edge. You said I'm the weakest of the three but I heard the hesitation and doubt in your voice. You know how dangerous and vicious I am. I've bled on more continents then you've wrecked homes. I've won more titles all around the globe than you have in your dreams. Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm not that good. The problem is you can't because you know that deep down, Vengeance is your true test. That's right. You've lucked into being in the main events by riding the coattails of others but Vengeance, the buck stops here because you're going to have to prove that you belong in the main event. Do you think you can handle the pressure? The YES Lock is waiting to be applied and I guarantee you that Vengeance will be your last main event. I will expose you for what you really are: Overrated.


Daniel is getting on a roll here talking down to Edge as the crowd boos.


Daniel Bryan: SmackDown belongs to us. We are shaping it into our own image,an image that is better for everyone. You've been a thorn in our side for far too long and at Vengeance, I pull out the thorn and I toss it out of sight and out of mind. Edge, Adam Copeland, he will be just a mere afterthought and I will continue my meteoric rise to the top of the UWF and he will fall further and further into obscurity. Don't fight it, Edge. If you just accept it, we'll all be better for it. I'm going to be the Last Man Standing......in more ways than one.


Daniel smiles at Edge as Edge glares over and has his turn to speak.​

 

[Blizzard]

Re: NXTreme Championship: Sting vs. R-Truth(c)

[video=youtube;63NDOI5ol3I]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63NDOI5ol3I[/video]

“THE TRUTH… HAS SET ME FREE!†are the words heard throughout the arena, as the fans erupt in boos! Suddenly, the nXtreme Champion R-Truth makes his way out on the stage, with an angry expression on his face. Truth stops at the entrance stage, as he throws his arms up in the air, screaming out “WHAT’S UP!?†in the process. The fans respond with boos, as Truth spoke to himself, mouthing off insults toward the audience. Truth is currently sporting a white bullet proof vest, and his usual wrestling attire from down low. Truth makes his way down the entrance steps, ignoring the Little Jimmies and Little Jennies trying to get a hand slap. Truth walked over to the steel steps before hiking up them and entering the ring. Truth walked over to the turnbuckle, before climbing up it, raising the nXtreme Championship up in the air to a chorus of boos. Truth lowered the microphone as he grabbed a microphone from the side, speaking.

UNIOOOOONDALE, NEW YORK... WHAT’S UP?!

Obviously, R-Truth didn’t receive the reaction he planned on receiving. Truth is responded by painful jeers, as they don’t care for Truth and his silly catchphrases.

R-Truth: Y’know what, I’m jus’ tryin’a come out here, bein’ that GOOD R-Truth, that y’all wanna’ see... but when it all boils down ta’ it.. y’all ain’t lettin’ me. So I guess thas’ out the window, folks! So lemme’ rephrase this for a quick second… Uniondale, New York… SHUT UP!

Boo’s rang throughout the arena as R-Truth has a huge smile on his face, soaking in all the jeers and insults coming from the audience. Truth doesn’t care, obviously as he begun to pace around the ring, speaking.

R-Truth: Thas’ right, folks. Right now... this ain’t ‘bout all y’all Little Jimmies and Little Jennies! NOPE. Right now is all ‘bout… THE TRUTH. An’ the Truth is wha’s up, y’all. It damn sure ain’t the fact that we’s in ol’ Uniondale! GOOD LORD! The state ‘a fat Yorkers, insane dudes, Juiceheads... IS WE JOKIN’, Y’ALL?! ‘Cause the fact o’ the matter is… right now.. havin’ the Truth all in y’all’s spaces, is the closest ta’ bein’ proud ‘o the fact that you’s from Uniondale in yo’ entire life. And I mean folks, why not?! The Truth is the top dog, the cream ‘o the crop, mista’ UWF... an’ y’know what.. THE NXTREME CHAMPION! And it don’t matter what garbage y’all try ta’ throw a’ me... none ‘o that is goin’ nowhere. An’ that don’t matta’ how many ‘o y’all try ta’ prove me wrong! But friends, thas’ jus’ the point. Y’see, I could come out here speakin’ trash or I could lie like my dear opponent at Vengeance, STING!

The audience exploded in boos an R-Truth pointed at Sting with a victimized expression on his face before shaking his head in disbelief. Sting stared at Truth as Truth slowly raised the microphone up to his lips, continuing to point at Sting as he spoke.

R-Truth: Thas’ right y’all! Sting is the bigges’ liar I’ve ever witnessed in my GOD BLESSED LIFE! Sting, you’s an embarrassment. You tryn’a come out ‘ere, thinkin’ you’s a changed man. You lettin’ all these ungrateful people think you’re done fightin’ for ‘em! You’re fightin’ for yo’self now… Sting, no one cares! You’re only doin’ this ‘cause you’re a LOSER. L-O-… ser! You were carried in that ol’ tag team of yours an’ the second you lost the tag titles you came over ‘ere to The Truth’s brand an’ completely re-arranged yo’self! F. Y. I. You’s still the same loser you always were! Their ain’t nothin’ different ‘bout’cha, Sting. I mean, yeah, you got some new face paint, a new coat, yadda yadda yadda, same ol’ SHIT. An’ at Vengeance, I’m gon’ ‘xpose you for the true FRAUD you are! You bes’ believe that, buddy!

R-Truth nodded his head at Sting, not wasting any time as he immediately continued to speak.

R-Truth: Listen up, Sting. Lemme’ tell you somethin’ straight up. You ain’t nothin’ but a wackjob. You crazy, man! You walkin’ around ‘ere… tellin’ every Little Jimmy an’ their mama an’ their mama’s mama that’chu gon’ take away The Truth’s gold. Well, I got two words fo’ you, pal! NOT GON’ HAPPEN. Oh, wait? Is that three? Whatever. I ain’t gon’ be the one whos’ gon’ get GOT – it’s gon’ be you, Stinga’! At Vengeance, you gon’ get shut up for GOOD! In fact, I should’ve shut’cho ass up fo’ good las’ week! But, y’were too scared to face MOI like a MAN! You’s just too ashamed to admit it. So, basically Sting, this match at Vengeance? It ain’t yo’ place. You don’t belong as my opponent, buddy. If you think fo’ one second you do? YOU’S CUCKOO. This right ‘ere? It’s a championship match… not a retirement match. I heard you, you were talkin’ ‘bout yo’self like you still got’s it! Well, I’mma tell you what – y’know what I’m capable of. Just remember the Scramble match. Tha’s gon’ happen at Vengeance when we step in the ring but at Vengeance? I ain’t gon’ let you disappear after I win, you gon’ need a stretcher to leave!

R-Truth had an intense expression upon his face, as Sting continued to stare at Truth with a blank look on his face. Truth isn’t joking around, and neither is Sting, this is quickly getting intense folks. Truth continues.

R-Truth: Don’t look a’ me like that! Show me some GOD DAMN RESPECT, I’m a proud champion of this brand dawg! Y’know what, I’m not even gon’ bother – lemme break this down in zombie talk so you can fully understan’. YOU. CAN’T. BEAT. ME. Not even on yo’ best day Stinga’, you can’t beat me! I’m undefeated and it’s gon’ stay like that. Whether you like it or not! No one’s gon’ beat me, not even some fake legend like yo’self. Man, before when I was a GOOD R-Truth, I actually respected you. But now, you’s just some face paint an’ trenchcoat wearin’ dude like you’s ‘bout to shoot up the place. The only thing you’s scarin’ is yo’ dignity – tha’s why it ain’t ‘round you no mo’. Every single night you come out ‘ere and you do the same ol’ same ol’. You put on that face paint of yours and try to intimidate people. Sting, you ain’t scarin’ nobody! An’ if I got’ sit through one of yo’ stupid threats again… Y’ALL GON’ MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND!

The last line of R-Truth’s echoed throughout the arena, and in response the audience continued to boo. Truth shook his head, as he begins to speak to himself. Truth shook his head, his eyes wide open, before continuing.

R-Truth: No matta’ how hard you try, Sting, I ain’t gon’ die. The Truth ain’t dyin’ – The Truth’s jus’ getting’ started. The Truth jus’ got on board to the top o’ this company train. CHUU-CHUU. So, ya’best listen up and listen GOOD. ‘Cause I know what’chu’s thinkin’. Just another ol’ black man fo’ you to murder. But that ain’t gon’ happen at Vengeance. The Truth ain’t gon’ die. So, ‘s as far as I know, you’re gon’ be the one getting’ the Death Drop! Like everyone else in that Scramble match, you ain’t gon’ be nothin’ else but an easy opponent I can easily breeze by. I ain’t scared of nothin’ here. I ain’t scared of you, scorpions, heights, conspiracies, NOTHIN’. The fear you tryn’a get rollin’ inside of me, it ain’t comin’ through. All I fear of is how bad I’m gon’ hurt you at Vengeance! If anyone’s gon’ have a funeral afta’ Vengeance, it’s gon’ be you, dawg! With that bein’ said... check yo’ watch. GOOD LORD. ‘Cause it’s time for you to GET… GOT! And tha’s the TRUTH… the whole TRUTH… and nothin’ but the TRUTH!

The audience drowned the nXtreme Champion in boo’s who violently shake them off, before lowering the microphone down by his side. R-Truth has a huge confident smirk across his face, ignoring all the Little Jimmies and Little Jennies around him, especially Sting.

OOC: Good luck brother, let's kill it. ​

 

[Chris Dresdon]

Re: NXTreme Championship: Sting vs. R-Truth(c)

Sting looks at R-Truth and returns his microphone to his mouth so that he may speak to the NXTreme Champion now that Ron has arrived in the ring and both men can stand face-to-face.

There's scarcely a justifiable reason for me to respond to you, Ron, as you have just proven so many of my critical points about you, therefore highlighting the fact that you truly are not worthy of being a champion of any form and I am the type more suitable. I called you out on your behavior and accused you of playing a character, and out you came with raised voice, angered expression, and vulgar tongue. Out you came speaking gibberish about these people being short statured, all of the males known as James and the females known as Jennifer. Out you came, your one chance to make a first impression before you, and you blew it with the aforementioned angry faces, heightened tone, and swearing but you also ruined it with jokes. That you honestly expect me to show you respect or take you seriously after that sort of a response is insulting, yet equally amusing, because you have shown me that the NXTreme Championship will be easier to take from you than I originally thought.

Why? Because of your lack of quality mental capacity, you are both ignorant and lacking of intelligence. If you weren't, you would realize the grave seriousness of the situation at hand, you would have paid attention to what I had to say not only during the time I was allowed to speak before you arrived, but what I said Monday night on NXT, what I said in the days leading up to my match with Sheamus, and what I said on NXT the previous week. You suffer from the same selective listening as the "Irish Curse", and your choice of words is what affirmed my suspicions that this was the case. The insults you directed at me are cut from the same cloth as the insults Sheamus directed at me in that they are intended not for me, but the late Steve Borden. I did not team with Samoa Joe, Steve did, and as you said he was carried from the day the "Black and White Machine" was formed to the night at Summerslam Daniel Bryan made him submit. But what choice did he have, his body couldn't keep up with what his mind was telling it to do. I have never been a member of the Smackdown roster and I have never made an appearance on their program, Steve was and Steve did week after week until he lost at Summerslam and the stipulation forced him to join the NXT roster.

Nor did I compete in the Championship Scramble. It was I that delivered the eulogy for Steve Borden earlier in the broadcast that featured that match, but it was not me that was competing in it, that was Steve. How cowardly of you to insult a man that cannot defend himself and will never again be able to defend himself, does it make you feel courageous to speak of the deceased in an unfavorable fashion? I have nothing in common with the late Steve Borden, because when he passed away, as his successor, all of this became my property. The name Sting, the black trenchcoat, the black bat, the wrestling gear, the moveset, everything became mine. So once more I announce that if you or anyone else thinks that I am merely Steve Borden in different face paint in a different style of jacket with longer hair and a new attitude, you are a fool. There is no fraudulence to expose at Vengeance, Ron, there's no fraudulence to expose now when it comes to Sting. I am exactly who I say I am, I am he who has assumed a once great identity and made it his own, and with one victory I have already assured that the name and everything associated with it, will once more be meaningful.

You remind me a lot of Steve, Ron, in that, much like him, you don't know who you are. You're searching to find your true identity, not so you can be happy regarding what you behold in the mirror, but so you can be satisfied regarding how these people feel about you and how much money you can make as a result. What an empty pursuit, the love of money, but I digress. Kid Krush, K. Malik Shabazz, K-Krush, K-Kwik, Pretty Ricky, The Truth, and Ron Killings, six characters you portrayed and one attempt made at being yourself before you decided on R-Truth, another character. The saddest part about the entire ordeal is you're unaware that the way you carry yourself is a gimmick and nothing more. That's why I insulted your intelligence, because everything about Ron Killings is simply mentally unstimulating and obviously not thought through. This continuous parade through roles, that's unintelligent action. The misconception that me and Steve Borden are one in the same when I've clearly pointed out on numerous occasions that we aren't, that's unintelligent thought. The things that you've had to say overall since you picked up that microphone, that's unintelligent speaking.

You want to know what's up in Uniondale, New York? The people have gathered here, fittingly enough in a Memorial Coliseum, to watch the legacy of Sting and the reputation of the still young NXT brand be redeemed and the fifteen year flop that's been the "wrestling career" of you, Ron Killings, come to a merciful end. True, this isn't a retirement match, but when you get carried out on the stretcher you intended to watch me leave on, everyone watching is going to be convinced it was after you're unable to leave the ring under your own power and they never see you again. Whether you realize it or not, the "Suntan Superman" has encountered his kryptonite, but all of this is just a bunch of crazy talk right? I'm the one of the two of us living in denial and convincing himself he can beat a man that he's no match for, the only thing that's going to happen to me at Vengeance is I'm going to get got!

If only you got the big picture, you would understand that the man among us suffering from lunacy is you. There is a similarity in our speech in that both diatribes are the musings of a madman, but I am a cold and calculated mastermind while you are the variety of madman that one would find in the bathroom of an asylum feasting on a bar of soap because someone informed him it was teeth whitener. Ron, the truth is that there are only a few days that you can call yourself the holder of that belt that remain, days that you should cherish because the feeling that being champion gives you is something you will never feel again.

Sting lowers his microphone again, waiting to hear what R-Truth has to say in response.​

 

[ShanegoFett]

Re: Vengeance TV Title- Damien Sandow (c) vs Big Show

Big Show gets close to where Damien is standing on the apron. Sandow is smiling as Big Show responds to his thoughts.

The Big Show: I've got to hand it to you Sandow, that was impressive. You run your mouth just as much as I thought, and just as well as I thought. So while you're ahead and not standing directly in the ring with me, why don't you just quit knock it off before you end up biting too much off of this than you can chew, Damien.

Show takes another step towards Damien, and much like the Tag Team and Television Champ pointed out, there is a considerable size difference.

The Big Show: But... Don't think for a second I'll write off what you said, Sandow. While there is a enormous size difference, strength difference, and experience difference; we are just two people slugging at it in the ring when it comes down to brass tax. You're a smart guy though, you know anatomy and all the great stuff. You can look at a giant like me and know where to hit. Good for you Sandow. Good for you. You realize that I've had little shrimps like you come up to me and claim they are the next best thing since David took down Goliath? Do you honestly think that I havent had that thrown at my face hundreds of times by hot shot kids thinking that if they take down the Worlds Largest Athlete, they'll have some more respect in the locker room? I've heard all the crap before, Sandow. I'll give you credit where its due and say you're on an impressive streak as of late, but I'm going to put a huge fist in your mouth to teach you a little about humility.

Big Show scowls down at Sandow who isn't smiling anymore. Show manages to get a small mixed reaction from the crowd, and speaks again.

The Big Show: As far as I'm concerned Sandow... you may call our showdown at Vengeance a "wrestling match", but I honestly don't need a label to make it into something barbaric and unforgettable. You feel me Sandow? Doesn't seem like you have a choice in this matter, because I'll knock you out with one of these haymakers and pick you up and do it again. Maybe I'll throw you through the announce table too, if I feel like it. Thats legal apparently. Or maybe Damien, I'll put you through the ring.--

Show takes that last step to where Damiens face is practically in Big Shows chest, and Show towers over him now, speaking down to him

The Big Show: But you know damn well I can wrestle Sandow. I don't need to do those acts, but if I have too, I'll make sure you won't forget that experience. If you want a wrestling match Damien, you got one. But you know just what I'm capable of in this ring, and I think you're afraid of me. Thats the only reason why you'd want to try and duck of our match. You are right though, Sandow. I'd remain the unstoppable giant and you'd still be the Television Champion. But that would mean I don't get a chance to wipe that smug look of your face. So.. "my friend", nice try but our match... is still on.

Show lowers his microphone and remains in the towering position in front of Sandow. The crowd grumbles a little bit but Show waits for a response.
​

 

[rawisrey]

Re: Vengeance TV Title- Damien Sandow (c) vs Big Show

Damien sees Show towering in front of him, he puts his open hand up saying he doesn't want any trouble before he raises his microphone to speak

Damien Sandow:

Let’s not get too hasty now, I come here trying to help you but you seem resolute on this bout occurring which as a result forces my hand. As Champion I can do what I used to do to people unworthy and unfit to face me, despondent contest which would only serve to further the self-imposed ignorance of the unwashed masses. That choice is mine once again in the form of the championship advantage; I bring this up not to warn you but to inform you that I shall not be choosing this. I shall face you in this ring because what I do is impart wisdom, not only to these unwashed masses but to my adversaries as well. Those men who I chose not to face, their lesson was simple. They had to learn why they were unworthy, and then and only then could they better themselves. Your lesson is different, the lesson I shall be imparting towards you is one of humbleness. You must learn to harness intellect on how to defeat someone and not simply rely on a single punch, and perhaps you will learn that and realize why at your current state all anyone will remember The Big Show for is his first “name”.

Sandow puts his hand up as if telling everyone to wait for a moment

Now I mean no disrespect, but with that said even if you choose to learn the lesson that I am trying to teach you it doesn’t mean you would be at my level. I teach this lesson so that you can better yourself but it does not give you the key to absolute greatness; however that can be achieved if you were to choose to follow in my mission and support your intellectual savior. I’ve tried to convert people to my word and have them assist in enlightening the world, sadly many have failed to fully grasp what I am doing and decline the offer. If only they knew the damage they are doing to all of you people watching, leaving you to drown in the sea of ineptitude. However-

The audience boos loudly Sandow pauses turning his head with a sick look on his face as he raises his finger.

Thank you, for your irrelevant opinion.

The crowd just boos louder as Sandow looks at them as if they collectively make up one person.

Now please remain silent while I am speaking, thank you.

The crowd doesn’t follow his request but he simply turns back towards Show and continues

As I was saying, As far as you claiming I am somehow daunted by you is amusing to say the least. I was not attempting to, as you so “eloquently” put it, “duck out of this match”. I was simply granting you the opportunity to save face, to remain a fixture amongst the roster, You did not take this opportunity and now when this “shrimp” cuts down the gargantuan down to size by means of ability and not having to resort to barbaric means or need the use of weapons. You will only have yourself to blame

As Sandow sees Show seemingly not like what he’s said he quickly changes the subject

Now I am a rather busy man, carrying two championships at one time so if you’ll excuse me I have to bid you good day.

Sandow goes to leave but before he can make it to the steel steps he stops as he hears Show speak
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