The Summerslam preshow is red hot right now. Three men in the Scramble match have come out and started to speak their minds. The crowd has been booing them nearly nonstop when they have a moment to do so. Eddie, Sandow, and Reverend Dvon are all staring each other down in the ring currently. The lights dim though, drawing their attention to the ramp and a guitar chord starts to cut through the PA system..
...YYYYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
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"I Walk Alone" by Saliva tears through the arena and the crowd instantly boos, louder than they have all night. At the perfect moment, Batista emerges from behind the curtain with the UWF Championship wrapped around his waist. Batista walks out onto the stage, looking focused. He starts to go down the ramp, but pauses briefly. He holds his hands up and slaps the title around his waist, then his chest while letting out a huge roar. Massive pyro explodes behind him and the lights go completely out... but a sole spotlight falls on Dave Batista; the UWF Champion.
The Animal turns round in his spotlight, the crowd giving him as much heat as they can. The Champ smirks, before he starts to walk down towards the ring. Batista turns the corner and walks up the steel steps, entering the ring on a clear side through the middle rope. He brushes by Dvon and climbs a turnbuckle and poses to the dismay of the crowd. He flexes and yells out at them, slapping his UWF title some more. He clambers down and demands a microphone from the ring tech. Once he's given it, Dave purposely stands in the center of the ring, becoming surrounded by three of his Summerslam opponents. The spotlight is still on him and the arena is still just as dark, but the music fades out. The crowd is booing and Batista stands there, taking it all in. Batista turns in his spotlight again, admiring how it looks and the shine the belt gives off in the light and soon after he raises the microphone up to his mouth.
Batista:....
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Batista looks around at his opponents while the crowd keeps him from speaking. They start to quiet down while Batista just waits it out. Finally, the champion raises the microphone up again
Batista: Each one of you needs to look at me right now. You need to look and listen to every single word that comes out of my mouth tonight. Because its about damn time I put some of this shit to bed. I'm sick and tired of the disrespect from undeserving little cockroaches like yourselves. I earn everything I have. I earned all of it! I am a multi time world champion, first and friggin foremost. I have more world title reigns than all of you combined! I am a SUCCESS, I am a mega-star in this industry! I sky-rocketed to the top and had one of the best breakout years in history. And when I came back to UWF and I whooped the asses of everybody who stood in my way to get this title around my waist; I did just that and I took it! I came back and I took this brand by storm. I proved that I was still the best around and I will make DAMN sure that each and everyone of you in this match come to realize that when you disrespect me, I will make you pay. I will make you pay and I will embarrass you in front of millions. Because I came back to win titles, and make a shit ton of money. So far, I've been good on my word and I am not ready for this train to stop. Do you understand? I am flying high, I am at the top of my god damn game and theres nothing that is going to stop me from keeping my UWF Championship at Summerslam? AM. I. CRYSTAL. CLEAR!?
The crowd boos again, just as loud as they did before. Batistas opponents stand by as the Animal continues to speak anyway, this time directed at Eddie Guerrero
Batista: Eddie, each week, I listen to you run your mouth. I listen to you bitch and moan. And you can refute that allllll you want but when it comes right down to it all you do is complain. You talk so much, and your bite is Patheeetic Eddie. You take up space every single week, whining and groaning about how you didnt get a match or how you werent scheduled officially for a damn interview. Do you ever stop and think that maybe youre just not good enough for even a pussy like Zack Ryder to care about you? Huh?? Maybe you should pull that head out of your ass Eddie. The Familia, is a JOKE. Wheres Chavo? Wheres your big brooding body guard? I dont seem them on Smackdown either, only you, and only you complaining every god damn time. I dont know where you get off acting like you deserve this shot against me in the first place. I dont know where you get off youre running some kind of war. And for the life of me, I dont know where you get off saying that we should raise your damn hand right now. Newsflash Eddie, I'm not the only person in this match that wants to rip your freakin head off. Got that? You BARELY survived an encounter with me, one on one. I got cheated out of a victory and now, you think you're hot shit. Well Eddie, I dont think Im the only one either who likes people who complain and make half cocked threats. So when you get cornered like the dog you are by one...two..three hell maybe four of us; you'll realize the mistake you made. But for now. You gotta deal with Me and the rest of the people in this match. For now, you count your blessings its not just me youre facing and you pray Eddie, oh yes, you PRAY that youre not forced to eat your words this very second. Because I have no problem kicking your teeth in and powerbombing you through this mat, but Zach Ryder seems to have a problem with me hurting his competitors in his stupid Scramble match. I hope you realize that when youre looking up at those lights after the Scramble match is over, and you dont have this UWF Championship in your possession, you realize how much of a fool you acted in regards to me. This isn't a war Eddie, this isn't anything like what you think it is. This is Me defending MY Championship against four useless, undeserving, punks. Theres not a war to wage but if you're so damn set on war, why dont you just build yourself a bunker and hide from Me. Hide and hope I dont break it down and rip you to pieces. Because thats exactly what I want to do. Last time you pissed me off you got off easy, this time, you're finished.
Eddie and Batista stare each other down, but it doesnt last long because Batista turns his head towards Damien Sandow and Mike Knox. He moves to face him specifically and starts to speak to the former UWF Champion.
Batista: You need to just. Stop. Talking. You just need to find the biggest object you can find and swallow it and hope that it gets lodged in your throat so that you just CHOKE. Just like you did as champion. When you address me, you're going to address me with respect. On Smackdown, you're going to remember the lesson that I will teach you about what happens when you cross me. What happens when you try to play games with me and what happens when you disrespect me like you keep doing. You're nothing to me and I just dont have the time to care about you. You were a product of Y.E.S. You were nothing without them backing you up every step of the way. Now that you're practically alone, you're scraping around on Smackdown. Youre bottom of the barrel but YET here you are. Why? Why the hell are you here? Because you didnt get a rematch? Or two rematches? Or because you werent pinned? Am I supposed to be concerned with what you didnt get? Because I dont give a damn what you got, or what you didnt get. All I can bring myself to care about you is need to kick that smirk off your face and watch you eat your shiny white teeth. Thats all you get from me. You insult me, you run your mouth about how I'm a place holder but here I stand Sandow. Here I friggin stand. If I'm just a place holder, come take this title from me right now. Come take it from me. I dare you. But you know thats not the case. You know that for a damn fact and I think you should be well aware that I'm your biggest obstacle in this match. You may not have to pin me to win but I'm gunning for you. Just like I'm gunning for everybody else. Nothing will keep me down and nothing will stop me from making examples out of each and every one of you. Doesnt matter how many times the title changes hands that night, fact is that I will walk down that ramp as champion and walk back up that ramp as champion. So you can suck on that Sandow. And while you're at it, if this title is your crown I might just do you a favor and shove it straight up your ass because thats where your head is.
Batista: Youre the kind of guy that makes me sick to my stomach, that screams "I dont deserve to be champion" . Champions have to make MONEY. Champions have to be successful and dominant. All these people came to see ME tonight! Not you, not Eddie, Not Dvon and not anybody else. They came to BOO ME because they HATE ME. They hate me, Sandow, because I'm the best. They hate me, because they'd rather have any other alternative and I'm just not ready to give them that kind of satisfaction. I am the top of the food chain here and while they boo me all I get is money. All I get is ratings and power. Thats whats important to me and thats what somebody like you can't handle in this business. There have been lousy champions before Me, pitiful, disgraceful, and questionable champions. But I broke that trend and I will stay Champion Damien. And I will do it dragging your bearded face through every obstacle and barrier in my path if I have to just so you can get a taste of what it's like to be a real champion like Dave Batista.
Batista slowly turns towards Dvon who he will be addressing last. The two lock eyes and everybody remembers the bit of history between the two. Dvon smiles a big grin and Batista raises his mic back up and speaks to the Reverend.
Batista: I'm surprised youre even here.
Dvon looks jokingly hurt by this but Batista keeps on talking.
Batista: Yeah, laugh it up. Still doesnt change the fact that I dont think you're in the right league, buddy. You wanna talk truth? Let me drop some truth on you Dvon, Reverend, screw it, I dont care. I'll call you what I what. Truth is though, this isn't about proving to any "fans" of mine. I dont give a damn what these people think of me. I like that they boo me, but I wouldnt care if they cheered me. I'd still come out and be the UWF Champion, Dave Batista each and every week. The only thing I want and DESERVE is Respect, Dvon! RESPECT. While I know these fans will pay to sit their fat asses in these seats and throw popcorn and over priced drinks in this ring when I defeat anybody they can stand more than me, I dont get the respect I deserve from management and I sure as hell havent been getting any respect from people like you. I dont give two damns if you like me, Let me just clarify that bit right now. But you will DAMN SURE respect ME. ALL OF YOU! Truth is, is that I will beat the respect out of anybody who decides they dont want to do themselves the favor and respect me. I won't stop because you're wearing some outfit and prayin all the time. I will break you. I dont discriminate. I will hurt you. And I have before. You want another truth? I was as much as a protege under you as you were to me a chaperon. You didn't do anything, you didnt make Me the Animal. I made myself, I own my own name and title, I made myself the monster I was today and all I did for you was watch your back and hold that stupid briefcase. I wouldn't call that a break by any means, and if I remember correctly, I'm the one who left you in the middle of the ring. So all I hear from you, is a bitter little bitch who is trying to play hardball with the UWF Champion. You're playing with hell fire though Dvon and I will burn you. I will scar you. I will do anything to keep this championship. So go join Eddie over there in the corner, go pray with him. Go hope that "God" smites me and strikes me down with some terrible vengeance because he's just about the only thing I believe could stop me. And even then, its questionable. But I know for a damn fact, a bible thumpin preachin "warrior" of God will not, WILL. NOT. Get this belt away from me while I'm still breathing.
Batista: I've said time and time again how this is my yard and this is my domain. "Welcome to the Jungle, Bitch" wasn't a nifty little catchphrase I came up with; it was a warning. You all want a piece of me so bad, fine. Come and take it from me, we'll see how that ends for you. But you're in my playground and I have slugged it out with the best, the cream of the crop and come out on top. And when I look around this ring, all I see is the B squad. I see the backup brigade, I see.. a sacrifice. You're all lamb to a slaughter, and I'm sure Dvon could pull some quote out of his ass for that one, but the damn point is that I have made my career on punishing others. I will not stop I will not let up my assault on any of you and I hope you bring the best you all could possibly have because I am going to demolish every single one of you because I am The Animal and I AM the UWF Champion!
Batista's last words thunder off into the microphone and he delivers an Emphatic statement as Champion. The crowd is booing loudly again as the spotlight comes up. Batista holds his UWF Championship high above his head, the camera zooming in on the nameplate which reads his name. The lights now return fully to normal and Batista stands in the center of the ring, waiting for an opponent to speak again.
