UWF - Past Smackdown Trashtalking

[RavenEffect]

Before Shark Boy leaves....


ROYAL TRUMPETS SOUND




King Booker and Queen Sharmell make their way out of the back, through the curtain and onto the stage, where they aren’t greeted to a chorus of boos. King Booker proceeds to pose with his new US title triumphantly raised in the air as Sharmell regally waves to the crowd with the Television Title.





King Booker and Queen Sharmell walk down the entrance ramp with King Booker ensuring none of the filthy vermin touch his glorious robe.





They make their way up the steps and onto the apron where they pause and stare at the crew until one of them comes into the ring and sits on the rope so the King and Queen can gracefully enter the ring. Queen Sharmell stands in the middle of the ring while King Booker goes to get a mic. King Booker walks back to the centre of the ring with Sharmell and address Shark Boy.


Booker: Greetings, Boy whom is a Shark. I remember how my first battle in the UWF involved you. I remember how dominate I was then sea creature and at the Slammy Awards show the outcome will indeed be no different. You honestly believe a minnow such as yourself has the ability to ever defeat a King. How can someone of your stature, ever contemplate been equal in the ring with a winner, a champion like your King. You are the one who is delusional, Boy whom is a Shark. You do not possess the grace nor the decorum to lace up my boots let alone pin your King one..two..three. I certainly dont invision this title ever being around your waist, bottom feeder. I guarantee this title will not be leaving my possession in the near future and most definitely not to a crass bass such as your self.


King Booker turns to Queen Sharmell, with at first a smile.


Booker: I'm trying my Queen, but I can not contain myself anymore. This out of depth being has truly hit my funny bone.


King Booker and Queen Sharmell begin to laugh, and then continue to speak to Shark Boy.


Booker: Boy whom is a Shark, your acquaintance amuses me. He claimed that you were sick of being jobbers, that you were going to change the landscape of UWF Smackdown. I for one can not say that with a straight face. Change the landscape of UWF Smackdown, by defeating your king. How on earth do you imagine you can accomplish that hmm. Will you slap your King to submission with your fins? Will you chew on your King until he is unable to continue? Will you call on your fellow chums to help you? Your King is intrigued and very amused at the same time. Bar the Mattimus Morgan, no peasant has been able to defeat me in one on one competition and come our confrontation that fact will still remain. Granted your King had a pitiful attempt at the Rumble last Sunday. A disgraceful squire of your Kings got the dates wrong and your King was in no shape to compete that evening after arriving late to do battle. This will not be the case come the Slammy Awards, Boy whom is a Shark, trust your king with that.


King Booker pauses and then addresses the crowd.


Booker: Excuse me, louts and yokels, how about you finally show your King some respect?


King Booker appears to be growing impatient with the crowd and responses to their 'Shark Boy' Chants.


Booker: You really prefer to chant for this small fry then your noble King. My Queen why do we put up with these pathetic creatures. You people should be worshipping us. Bowing your heads as we pass by. Kneeling at my feet and giving your devoted support to the new regime here in UWF. If you do not except me as your King, your saviour, your Queen and I will be forced to leave this realm and leave it in the chaos that it currently lies in. I have no time to be disrespected by oafs that refuse to see that I am your champion of champions, and the true king of UWF. And come Slammy Awards I will prove this once and for all for I am....


KING BOOKAH!!!


King Booker passes the mic to Queen Sharmell.


Sharmell: All HAIL KING BOOKER!! ALL HAIL KING BOOKER!!​

 

[CaptainxBumout]

Fandango's music hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction. Half of them booing and he other half cheering because compared to everyone else, Fandango is the most liked in this match. There is already a mic in his hand and he stands on HHH's stage, refusing to get one step closer to the ring.

I was thinking about appearing on the titantron again, but I just had to see the white trash version of the Dukes of Hazard in the ring for myself. Wait, hold the phone, is that the Undertaker? This is the big bad guy were all supposed to be afraid of? I don't even remember you in that match. Probably because I was so busy winning the first briefcase. Something that the rest of you took forever to do. You and your fat pig of a partner were so busy destroying that you forgot the important part of the match. To win. Luckily your stupidity didn't cost you the match but that's only because of the stupid last minute rule about tag teams. Ethan was supposed to get a briefcase also and you can bet our lawyers are looking into this.

He crowd boos Fandango as he doesn't take notice and instead keeps speaking.

But enough legal talk, you people came here to be entertained by the beauty and grace that is Fandango. I promise that you people will not be disappointed. It's already a proven fact that I can beat half of this so called team. This could be a handicap match and I'd still win. It technically is a handicap match considering who my partner is. How on earth did you think the two of us would mesh? One of us is perfection personified and the other is no better than human garbage. But I guess there wasn't much a choice compared to the other two "winners" of this match.

Fandango looks at Undertaker with a disgusted look on his face.

We all know there's only one real winner of this match and that's obviously me. Ethan and I got a guy on the inside who told what case carried what and in sorry to tell you common folk like this but what better way to hear than coming from the voice on an angel. I have the contract to a world title match. The rest of you got the leftovers. It's time I regain what was stolen from me. But what title could it be? The old man who still thinks he's sexy? Sorry buddy you don't know what sexy is. The wannabe rich guy who covers up his horrible body with an ugly jumpsuit. Or even the walking stereotype who faked his death. It doesn't matter which one of them I beat but what really matters is how much further I am above the rest of you. How could any of you compete with a bonafied God like me. Like A tattooed biker could be as graceful as me. A fat slob of a man could be as entertaining as me? Maybe in a train wreck like fashion. That last statement works for Umaga and Bubba. So I just have one question for you people. Are you ready to dance?

Fandango dips with a smirk on his face as he slowly backs away.​

 

[Chase]

AJ goes and he smiles as he begins to speak towards MVP and he begins to speak

AJ Styles: Heartbreak isn't going to happen at the slammy awards MVP for me. You know MVP I knew you wanted to try and tug my heart strings. Compare your stories at mine, kind of weaken me down a bit, and make me feel bad for you, but MVP see the difference is I am not you. I am not someone who is playing high above the earth right now. I am not someone from another planet right now, and you won't bring me back down to reality... because in all honesty I am in reality right now. I am breathing the same air that you, and all the other people here breathe. I am not different then you, I am just right now at my point in my career a whole other level then you right now. MVP I know what you're lacking I see it in your eyes. I see that you're lacking a killer instinct. An instinct to get the job done, something that I used to lack when I became the world heavyweight champion, but MVP now I do have this killer instinct, and that is why the words such as heartbreak, disappointment, and loser don't phase me one bit MVP.

AJ goes and he looks at MVP as he goes on and he begins to speak

AJ Styles: Week in, and week out I am here. Week in I step in this building and I get the job done. Every man that has stepped in this ring MVP do you know what has happened? They have lost, and yes I did lose the Royal Rumble MVP. I mention how I am one of those twenty nine other losers in that match, but you know the thing is MVP, unlike you who likes to settle for the easy jump shot hoping it will fall in. I drive to the paint, I go for broke, I don't care what happens to my body. I make sure that I get the job done, and that is the thing MVP I make sure that my shot falls no matter the situation. I don't want to base my life on chance, I want to make sure everything is a guarantee.

Fans begin to give a mix reaction towards AJ Styles, as he goes and he looks up at MVP ready to speak towards him again

AJ Styles: MVP when I lost my world heavyweight championship I was afraid to be AJ Styles again. I was afraid to do the moves that me the "phenomenal one" that is why I was so hesitant. These fans MVP you feel they look at me in the same light as they did in my RAW days, but they don't MVP because I stumbled and fell. I didn't want to be the same old AJ, so I changed it up, becoming more of a brawler, it wasn't until I faced Mr. Kennedy inside of the steel cage where I put everything together. Where I was on the top of that cage, and I looked down on Kennedy. I could have easily just climbed down and beat him, but no I wanted to send a message. I wanted to do a move that people remember like I did at Lockdown 2013 and a move that gets people talking. See MVP just like how you say these people aren't talking about you that much, and how they know who the hell I am, and they don't know what you could do in this ring. MVP I was the same before the Royal Rumble match, when I was in there people looked at just at me as the dude who will show up and that's just it. No one was having AJ Styles coming even close in the final four, none of these fans thought of that... but MVP after I did that move on Mr. Kennedy the lights went on in peoples head. People saw what AJ Styles could do, and saw how complete I was and that is what made people that I could do the impossible and possibly win the royal rumble... but you know what I did fail MVP, but like I said earlier I got my second chance and I am going to take it...

AJ steps closer to MVP and he looks into his eyes, and then he looks at the championship on his shoulder as he can almost see his reflection in there. AJ goes and he speaks

AJ Styles: MVP I have said this before I am like a phoenix. You keep tearing me down I am just going to come up stronger then ever. I am going to burn bright then ever, and MVP as much as you want your moment at Wrestlemania, as much as you love to be at the showcase of the immortals I want it more. MVP look into my eyes... I want you to look into my eyes. Hell I know they're brown, and your gonna say there full of shit, but really MVP these eyes are what the eyes of someone who has the killer instinct look like. These are eyes of a man who will go through hell and back to get what he wants. MVP just know that all those hardcore matches I been in, and that all those tables, and tacks that I have been through have prepared me for this very moment of a world championship. I am not like you who wants to take a chance at something MVP.... I go out there, and just like I have done every week on Smackdown I get the job done, and whether you tap out to the calf killer.... or I hit you with the spiral tap... just know that this slammy show won't be ballin' for you, instead you will be put on a poster with you losing to me A...J...Styles. Don't forget that.

AJ goes and he looks at MVP with an intense look as the fans are mix with thoughts on what they just heard, MVP picks up his microphone and he begins to speak

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[Fauche]

The Miz raises his mic to his lips, but waits a moment before replying. While a large portion of the audience is firmly behind the ECW legends, it seems all the cool and attractive people are in complete admiration of younger tandem. There is a noticeable increase of female-pitched shrieking in support of The Miz and Morrison, likely from all the hotties in the audience. After milking the reaction for some time, the Miz begins...

Miz: You reek of the 90's.

Morrison: It's like... you're only wearing such ridiculous ring-gear because you can't find any stores that still sell pre-wripped, greasy, plaid flannel button-ups and acid-washed denim over-alls. I'd recommend Target, but honestly, I've never taken single step in that peasant-infested cesspool.

Miz: Groove metal? Really? Ponytail with the sides of your head shaved? Really? Yin-yangs? Reeaaalllly? Next you're going to be trying to trade pogs with me, either that or lending me the tape your recorded of the first Blade movie on Superstation. Holy smokes, that's actually your favourite movie, isn't it?

Morrison: Well, at least its not Blade Trinity. That would be even more horrifying.

Miz: Not by much though. And speaking of outdated, who the heck is this guy?

Miz points to Bill Alfonso while looking like my might puke at any second.

Miz: Tales from the Crypt Keeper? Zombie Apocalypse? Bring great-great-grandpa to work day? Or, no, wait... this dude is your ringside heat? Are you freaking kidding me? I mean... just... come on... look at him? Valets are supposed to hot, ya know? You bring you gorgeous young lady down to watch your match so you can show off how much of a stud you are. Plus, if she's cute and devious, she can totally distract your opponent or the ref, help you score the win. This is like, wrestling psychology 101 bro. Unless, well... unless this guy is actually supposed to be your manager. Manager - like the guy that you pay money to make career decisions for you. Damn, I guess letting this guy figure out life on your behalf explains the wardrobe and everything. I just find it hard to believe anybody would ever be stupid enough to hire a guy who looks like he played an extra in some 80's porno rip-off of the Godfather Part 2 to be the mastermind be hind their wrestling career. Maybe its just me though, and hey, I don't have a whistle. Speaking of, if that... uh... a rape whistle? Really? Just what the heck do you think is going to happen here tonight anyway man?

Morrison: Personally Miz, I'm not too concerned about that one. If a draft from an open door doesn't blow him away, and old age doesn't take him from us before our match even starts, I'm sure the free catering will be enough to distract him away from our match so we don't have to worry about catching any of his icky contagious diseases. If there's anything I know about hobos, its that they like meals they don't have to pay for, and also the longer you stand near them, the higher your chances of catching incurable illnesses - such as stankiness, crooked teeth, or fleas.

Miz: Now Rob, I heard you calling our talent into question. Well beg pardon this unamused scoff - HA! - and forgive me if I ignore the opinion of a man whose career highlight comes from a lengthy reign with a TV title from a TV show that NOBODY watched. Its like an "if a tree falls in a forest and nobody is around to hear it" sort of scenario, capice? Since then you've just been like a bad record on repeat. A nostalgia act, given the same sad appreciation charitably offered be the UWF faithful to any cantankerous has-been who has such a deficiency of decency and dignity that they'll drag their bloated, wrinkled bodies out to OUR ring year after year for a quick pay check. Tragically, there are enough teens from the 90's still living at home in mom and dad's basement who have nothing else to do with their "hard earned" 7-11 cashier money than spend it one the merch of guys like you ECW alumni - in case you're wondering, that's why most of your shirts sells in the double to triple XL range. These fans know that you're pretty much useless in the ring now, if you were any ever good at all. WE know that you suck too. It seems you guys are the only one who think you can still go, likely a delusion directly relating to all those tables you fell through back in your "prime". Hell, Sabu still goes through them like a house wife through cheesecake today. No wonder you're so confused.

Morrison: Fear not though, for I offer a simple enlightenment. Let's compare you and I, shall we Rob. Behold, the TITANTRON!

Morrison points up towards the massive screen, where the following clips is shown:



Many fans cheer, but Morrison smiles coyly, snaps his prefect fingers, and the clips changes to this:



The fans "ooh" and "aah" at the obvious improvements Morrison has made to the move.

Morrison: Did you see the corkscrew? I have mastered your technique and enhanced ten fold, Rob. I'm at least 360 degrees a better wrestler than you, probably more. Its hard to say, I spin too fast for the naked human eye to tell. You and your fellow "legends" - and I use that term so, so, soooo loosely - may have innovated high-flying, dare devil wrestling, and you may have brought a whole new level of violence to the game, but that was 20 years ago. Literally 20 years ago. The difference between us and you is the same as it was between you and... and... well whoever was wrestling in the 70's. So a lot. Time makes you slow, predictable, irrelevant - where as the Miz and I continue to advance the boundaries of the sport in all aspects on a nightly basis. You pose literally no threat to us. You have less than puncher's chance of winning this match - hell, you have a jumper's chance, which won't do you any good when you're getting your head knocked off your shoulders by a lariat from the Miz or flying knee courtesy of your truly.

Miz: We are well aware that you hardcore alumni are too stubborn to back down from a fight - that is to say, a paycheque for a fight - but know that despite your age and broken, battered bodies, we will show you no mercy or quarter. You have the audacity to challenge us, then we will unleash the full weight and fury of the present and future of sports entertainment on you. That is us. We are the "now", and also the "soon", and probably even the "for ages to come". So enjoy all the attention you receive from the crowd just for being lucky enough to stand next to us. Realize that we are better than you ever were, are now, and ever will be again, and once you do...

Morrison: Be jealous.

The duo lowers their mics and glare at their opponents.
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[Chase]

Undertaker looks on in disbelief at the amount of disrespect he is getting from Fandango right now

Undertaker: Yeah Fandango you're supposed to be scared of me? Do ya know why? Because I am the man who is responsible for people like you even getting a chance at being in this ring. See Fandango the thing is sure you won your briefcase first, but that is because you were scared to even be in the ring with me. You didn't want to be out there long because you knew I would just embarrass you, and make you into a bigger joke then you already are. So go on act like you're some damn big shot, because you know in hell you can't handle me in this ring, and on RAW I am going to show it to you, and hopefully I slap some respect into you.

Undertaker goes and he begins to look at Bubba Ray, and he begins to speak

Undertaker: Bubba I know this is a world title briefcase. Hell I worked my ass off to get this briefcase, sure this women over here Trish likes to berate me for a weakness I had in this match, but to me I saw no weakness I took my time like any ole savy veteran would do, and judging how this is the LAST briefcase it should be a world title opportunity, hell this briefcase is greater then whatever you worked for and that is a damn fact Bubba. You know Bubba I don't get it with you, what makes you all tough all of a sudden? Huh? Just because you have a tag title, you think yer some damn great badass. A Tag team title means nothing in this industry, and you know that. So Bubba go on and try and act tough around me, because at the end of the day you aren't nowhere near the level of who the hell I am.

Undertaker than turns to Trish and he begins to speak towards her

Undertaker: Trish I will be thankful... and I mean THANKFUL if your pathetic little monster Umaga didn't come out and be my partner. I don't need his help in this match. Him tagging with me is nothing more then a waste of space for me. These two men across from me don't even make me sweat what so ever, so you can leave your monster out of this. I am not afraid of him or something, it is just I don't need help to take on these two dummys. So you'll be doing me a favor if you told your monster not to come out in this ring, because you see Trish this will always be my yard. I made this wrestling industry what it is today, and on Tuesday I am going to give you a taste of why this company belongs to Deadman inc.​

 

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AJ goes and he looks at MVP with an intense look as the fans are mix with thoughts on what they just heard, MVP picks up his microphone and he begins to speak. He tries to say something but thinks better of it, lowering the mic with a confused look on his face. He raises his hand, pointing to his forehead, slanting his head as once again he raises the mic to his mouth.

THE BALLIN SUPERSTAR
MONTEL VONTAVIOUS PORTER

You think all of that was to try and tug your heart strings? You think I'm trying to get you on my side with my stories? I couldn't care less about what you think of my personal life AJ, I couldn't care less if you wanted to live like me or you wanted to be the complete opposite of me, it doesn't matter to me AJ because right now, I know you respect me as a superstar, I know you respect me as the UWF Champion. That is what I am worried about AJ, my personal life, that doesn't mean much to me, it's like a bit of my life, your entertainment, I have people following left right and centre waiting for me to make a mistake in my personal life so they can jump all over it but you should know this because it is exactly the same as when I step into this ring, they are left waiting because MVP does not make mistakes. Matt Morgan thought I made mistakes once and look what has happened to him, no one has even heard from him since our battle at Royal Rumble, that is something that when I compare myself to you AJ, that's something you do very often. You need that buzz don't you, to be fair, I can see why you do it, all the jumping around, all the diving and style moves, I can see why you do it but is it really worth the risk? This high point in your career you speak of, is it really worth risking that by diving off the turnbuckle, is it really worth diving over the ropes? Tell me AJ, you might hit one or two high risk moves but do you really think you can have a 100% success rate in hitting that move? I'll tell you this right now AJ, right now in our life, you might feel sky high, you might feel on top of the world but when I move out of the way and you smash into that canvas, your career will flash before your eyes, the pain in your body will be a realisation that you just screwed up and you can take this to the break what I am about to tell you, when you screw up AJ, when you make that one little mistake, I will be right there, making you pay.

The crowd are still split, now not knowing who to cheer for more. MVP gets a pretty good reception as he finishes. He shifts his head to look into the crowd, finally taking his eyes off AJ. A massive smile comes across his face as he points to someone in the crowd. He adjusts his title belt, before once again turning his attention to AJ.

Now, regarding your little advantage, the thing that you think will help you defeat me AJ, explain this to me right, I just spent a bit of time talking about it but I will go back there for you, the special night at the Royal Rumble, a night where we both needed the Killer Instinct, a night that screamed out for the killer instinct, what happened to you AJ? You chocked it's plain and simple, I needed that killer instinct to get past Matt Morgan and I was able to reach deep inside and release the killer inside me, I was able to finish what I started, I was the one that came out on top while you AJ were left, dare I say it, I think I will because it seems that it's the word of the night, you AJ, you were left disappointed. I bring this up once again because it proves that this killer instinct you claim to have is in fact extinct. Look at the facts AJ, look at the difference between us. We are completely different people you and I AJ but we both have been on top of the UWF World before, we both know what its like to be UWF Champion and to be the face of the company, we both know that this title belt that Is currently on my shoulder now, is the whole reason we get into this business, your Hardcore Title hanging over shoulder is nice, we both know It is an accomplishment but lets be honest here AJ, you would trade that Hardcore title in a heartbeat just to have one more night as the UWF Champion wouldn't you? Of course you would, its a stupid question to start with but the most important thing we both actually do have in common is the fact that we both know what it feels like to lose this UWF Title belt, to have it taken out of our grasp. That is what is similar between us, that is the things we have in common, I won't doubt this, you shouldn't try to doubt it either but there is no chance you will even think about doubting our main difference AJ. Our main difference AJ is the way I bounced back.

MVP pretends to be bouncing a basketball as he smiles from ear to ear. He seems to be getting quite cocky again as the crowd are still split between the two favourites.

You held the main title for 32 days AJ, it takes some skill to win that title although 32 days doesn't prove a lot does it? What really makes a champion in my eyes AJ is the way they bounce back, just look at the difference of time it took both of us to regain or titles, it took me 42 days to win back my title, I won it back on my first try AJ, it didn't even take me 2 months to get the title belt back around my waist whereas we come to the time in between you held the title belt, and we have come to a dead end AJ because it's still going isn't it? You haven't held this belt since September, that is a lot of time in the career of a wrestler, you should know that, you have been around for a long time AJ and I applaud you that you decided to try and fill the void with the Hardcore Championship, I applaud you that you started from the bottom to try and scratch your way to the top, it takes a lot of guts to do that but AJ, I wasn't happy trying to be a line of a Drake song, I know where I belong and I made sure It didn't take me too long to reclaim it now I want you to look deep down AJ and ask yourself the question, it's been so long since you won the big one, I don't even think I was in UWF back then but I want you to look deep down in your stomach and I want you to ask yourself the question, do you really think you have what it takes still to step up to the plate, grip the bat real hard and swing the ball out of the park AJ, its been a long time between drinks for you and you have to have a little doubt in you. I think you are fully capable AJ and if you were facing any other superstar, I wouldn't question you at all, unluckily for you though, you ain't facing just another superstar, you are facing a superstar that is half man, half amazing, the highest paid superstar in UWF and that is for a good god damn reason, you are facing MVP and you will have to wait a little longer to celebrate another title win.

MVP loses his smile now as he locks eyes with AJ. The crowd are still just loving these two superstars going at each other and they start to cheer. Chants for both superstars start out again as MVP unbuttons his cuffs on his shirt.

I look into your eyes AJ, I look into your eyes and I just see a brick wall behind them, I just see a black space inside you AJ and I know why, you are going into this match without a plan. You don't know what you have to do to defeat me do you? It doesn't phase me that you have had your head bashed in by MR Kennedy in recent times, it doesn't phase me that you have been driven through a table AJ because you can't call upon those weapons to defeat me, you need to be good enough by yourself and I have some very bad news for you, you are good but no one is good enough to defeat me when I am switched on, you have switched the light on and I am very focused on you. I look forward to showing you that, I look forward to showing you that my skill will lead me to win this match and retain my title but the thing I am looking forward to the most AJ, this might take you by surprise a little, I guess that's a skill I have, you just never know what your going to get but the main thing I am looking forward to is to pick you up off the ground after I pin your shoulders to the mat for the three count, look you straight in the eye and extend my hand, hopefully with you accepting my handshake and you being able to realize that MVP is just better then you.

MVP lowers the mic to his side, looking at AJ, eye to eye as the smile has come back to his face. He slowly turns his head to look at his Championship, fixing his sunnies on his head while he looks at his reflection in the shiny gold of his title.

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[Chase]

AJ goes and he smiles a bit as he AJ begins to speak

AJ Styles: MVP you're right all my flying moves I do I can make a mistake. I can stumble and fall and make something miss, but the thing is MVP it won't happen. MVP that is the reason why I lost my first world title here in the UWF. That is the reason why I was afraid to do the high flying moves, but it was just like I said MVP. I adapt from it, and now I am not afraid to do a high flying move, because MVP I prepared for them to hit 100 percent of the time, and if I do somehow miss MVP I learned to recover from it quickly, so I am not stuck on the ground defenseless from any attack from you. So MVP if you feel like you're going to take advantage from me no that is not the case, but I like how you question my killer instinct, and who I am because of it.

AJ goes and he begins to speaks as he paces around

AJ Styles: MVP I don't know how many times I have to say it to you... I feel like I am some broken record disc. Your right I failed at the Rumble. You may think I don't have a killer instinct, but truly you don't really know the full story behind a killer instinct, and what it really is. A killer instinct is not taking care of your opponent when he makes a mistake, like Morgan did for you Montel. Know a killer instinct is finishing a match anytime, and anywhere. Since coming here on Smackdown Montel I am undefeated... No one has touched me, and yeah you can say because I was stuck in this hardcore division so the competition is less fierce, but you just like all the other guys on top don't see what I see when I am in this division. You talked about me wanting to trade this belt away... wanting it for a world championship, but honestly MVP you didn't hear what I said earlier neither, so let me rewind it for you. I said when I first came here to Smackdown I wanted to show everyone that I am the best, I wanted to prove it and you know what MVP I do want to become world champion again yes, but I wouldn't trade away this hardcore title for it.... In fact I want to take it with me to the top, this belt right here that may look all rundown and broken MVP is actually a belt that had helped me see things much more differently then most men, it has made me into a much more complete wrestler, and that is why MVP I wouldn't just throw this belt to the side like you stated earlier, no if anything I will carry this bad boy all the way to the top with me. You see MVP this belt right here it is what made me develop my killer instinct. All the men in the division wanting to take out AJ Styles, wanting to feed off who I am, that is something that I had to defend each and every time, and ya know what MVP it made me into a stronger man, and that is the truth.

AJ goes and he adjusts his hardcore title and showing it off, showing the importance of how it evolved him into a better superstar in the past, and AJ goes as he begins to speak

AJ Styles: You talk about me rebounding, and how many days it took for me to rebound, but MVP it was hard to rebound knowing that I was afraid to be myself again. That is why I failed in the battle royal for the world title once again, and that is why I failed in the triple threat match against Tyson Kidd, and Ted Dibiase, but I was not the same AJ Styles back then... No I was someone different, I was someone who was afraid as fore mentioned earlier, but MVP now I am ready to reclaim that top spot, now I am ready to once again become a world champion, and you know MVP you talk about how long my journey was just to get back to this point, and how I needed to overcome so damn much to get here. Well MVP that just makes it even sweeter for when I do become the UWF Champion, because MVP unlike you I had to go through all the hardships to get back into this position. You lost and you got another shot because the contract said so... when I lost I didn't get another shot one on one. That is what makes us different in the lives we live in.

fans cheer as AJ goes and he looks on at MVP, and he begins to speak once more

AJ Styles: MVP if my eyes represent a brick wall, then you're going to be running into this one and you're going the run into this one hard, because MVP you may look at me as someone who dosen't have a gameplan, or a way to beat you, but the thing is MVP I do have one. I do have a way to beat you... in fact I have multiple ways to beat you right here in this very ring, so don't think that I am just going out here and winging it. No because there is many ways for me to defeat you, there is many ways for me to win this match, and when it is all said and done MVP I will be the one pinning you on the mat for the one...two...three, or better yet making you tap.

Fans cheer as AJ goes and he looks at MVP dead in the eyes, and he extends his hand out too him looking at him as he begins to speak

AJ Styles: Of course MVP I will shake your hand before, and after our match no matter the result.. Talking to you in the middle of this ring makes me understand why you're the champion, and what makes you a stud no doubt, but just remember MVP that even though I look at you as a friend in this ring, just like Daniel Bryan before you I am just trying to show that I am the better man in the middle of this ring, and when it is all said and done the end of the slammy show no one will forget the name A...J...Styles as I cement my name in legacy, and as well show why I am the best wrestler in the UWF. So MVP I extend my hand out to you in a sign of good luck to you my friend, and lets give these people the friends of AJ Styles a phenomenal performance on Tuesday.

The fans cheer as the respect both men is showing in this very ring, as AJ Styles has his hand extended for the current champion looking to get a handshake from the man, and he is looking to become the guy in the UWF, but knowing the task won't be easy... MVP is looking to respond to his challenger.
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[Nate]

Bubba Ray looks over to Trish Stratus with a big grin while shaking his head. He then raises up the mic to speak.a

Bubba Ray Dudley: Oh mad God Trish, seriously shut da hell up! Ya complain 'bout da lack of originality here but honest ta God yer feminism bullcrap can only get yeh so far! Dis whole *fake girly voice* 'I only do this for da money and not to exploit mahself' is is load of crap! We all know that yer a whore woman, no need in tryin' ta cover it up by offerin' yer services to dat man beast. As a matta' of fact, let meh show y'all an example up on dat titantron thing right now!

Bubba points to the titantron as an image appears on the big screen, the fans popping over what's showing on the titantron

Bubba Ray Dudley: Man oh man check out DAT ASS! I have ta admit honey that dat ass is fat! Whoo! But of course Trish that's only a PG version of mah proof, since I ain't allowed ta bring in nudes for some reason. It's cute that yer tryin' ta make a name for yerself as a sweet innocenet woman when yah would go in camera and suck someone's dick for $20. Hell I wish I knew you were givin' out for dat cheap 'cuz I'd hit yeh up in a jiffy! And for those who don't believe meh that yer most favourite bitch is nuttin' but a trashy slut then I'd dare yah ta google some nudes, bet yeh won't be able ta peel yer eyes off da screen for a least an hour!

Bubba laughs to himself as he continues to speak to Trish.

Bubba Ray Dudley: I'm gettin' bored speakin' ta yeh honey, where da hell yer client? Edge made a surprise apperance which was pretty funny considerin' he took out Borden's pathetic ass, but havin' Umaga try ta walk all over meh was hardly amusing! Yes he destroyed the bunch of us at the Rumble, but I was ganged up on by da posers and he took meh by surprise. Imma survivor of dat match just as much as yer client, dat biker douchebag and dat smurf. Speakin' of survivors... UMAGA STOP WITH YER SAMOAN BULLCRAP AND GET YER FRIGGEN ASS OUTTA HERE! I have a bone ta pick with yeh pal!

Bubba looks away from Trish with a red face and looks into Taker directly in the eyes. Taker gives Bubba a blank look as Bubba speaks into the mic.

Bubba Ray Dudley: 'This is mah yard! This is mah yard! 'This is mah friggin' yard boy!' SHUT DA HELL UP! I don't give a rat's ass if this is yer yard or not. I'll take a piss all over it if I choose ta, or I'll take it over and call it home. I'll do whaeva' I please Deadman 'cuz guess what? You ain't gonna do shit! Ya can act all high and mighty all yeh want but da matta' of fact is that dis Tag Team Champion hick will bust his ass off as per usual and pull a Shawn Michaels. I'll kick yer face in pal and I'll steal da show like da badass that I am! Sons of Anarchy are callin' yeh Taker, and they want der Biker costume back, and they want yeh ta stop ruinin' der image by actin' like a complete tool!

Bubba lowers his mic as he points to Trish, urging her to go on.[/I
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[EffectsofRaven]

John Cena looks at Hulk Hogan and smirks.

John Cena: What state of mind is John Cena in? What state of mind is John Cena in? Well Hulk, in the mindset to deliver, to deliver to you, to the fans, to the guys in charge, but most importantly to deliver The Transatlantic Championship everybody and that titles deserves and what better opportunity than to do it than against the important Hulk Hogan.

You’re right Hulk, that title ain’t see a proper challenger; but I am that challenger, and ya expect to see why I am gonna’ be the toughest challenge for yo’s life and that ain’t me raggin’ on ya Hulk but I’m gonna’ bring it and I’m gonna bring it good; I ain’t expectin’ the fans to behind John Cena, hell, ain’t expecting anyone to back on me on this but what ‘cha expect is John Cena to prove to everybody is gonna’ bring it and he’s gonna’ bring good and in the right way!

The fans respond positively to John Cena.

I get it Hulk, you wanted to make statement; hell, I ain’t sold on it being a good ‘nough reason to let it slide but it’s a reason enough and I ain’t gonna turn my back on the changes I’m gonna’ go through to prove to peeps I’m back and I’m a “good guy” again but ya know; beatin’ The Hulkster one on one in the ring, there ain’t a better way to go ‘bout; I ain’t talkin’ a cheap-ass win either, I’m talkin’ pinnin’ ya clean and while the odds are gonna’ be against me; I love that challenge man, it’s challengin’ than The Royal Rumble ‘cause instead of twenty nine other guys, I gotta’ go up against twenty thousand and one guys.

Hell, I’m gonna’ be the bad guy no matter which way ya look at it by the fans; I’m the anti-christ, I ain’t the person everyone wants to see; ya are, you’re the embodiment of The fans Hulk, ya The Only Transatlantic Champion in the history of the belt and this is gonna’ be the biggest match in history of that belt but there ain’t no denying it; I dunno which this is gonna’ go!

Am I gonna’ be overwhelmed by the event, hell nah; I’m used to big time pressure of these matches, am I gonna’ be overwhelmed by the fact I’m facin’ Hulk Hogan? No I ain’t Hulk, and that ain’t me hating on ya or anythin’ just one of those things! So what is gonna’ make either me or you crack, it’s gonna’ be these fans? I ain’t lookin’ to see your fans Hulk, we can share ‘um but I wanna prove, I have’ta prove to them that it ain’t The John Cena of Two-Thousand-and-Thirteen but The John Cena of now Hulk and you’re gonna’ help me do that by delivering the match of the century .

I wanna’ make sure the fans are screamin’ so loud, they can be heard back in the offices of Stamford; I wanna’ make sure we suck the life out of the crowd with an performance people in thirty years time go, “Hey do you remember that time when Hulk Hogan and John Cena finally faced off?”

This is history in the makin’ Hulk and to make the answer to your question crystal clear; damn straight my mind is in the right place and I’m ready for Hulkamania; ‘question is to you, you ready for One Man Chain Gang marching into battle alone to prove a point to the world?

John Cena looks at Hulk Hogan and mutters, "I'm ready Hulk," and waits for Hulk Hogan to answer.

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OOC: Let's get rolling, made some space in the calender for this, @iBunka​

 

[iBunka]

Hogan looks at Cena and smirks before raising the mic back to his face.

Hulk Hogan: "Look brother, I'm real happy for you and I'm looking forward to gettin' down and dirty with ya man, but what the hell happened to the old Cena? You sound like you went back to Boston and got a whole new vocabulary dude. You sound like you're hopped up on something that Macho Man would be on back in the 80's brother. You're scaring me a little haha. But for sure for sure, I know you're hungry for this belt dude and I'm just as hungry to keep it around my waist. To keep it around my waist though I know for a fact I'm gonna have to resort to old methods dude, old ways of the Hulkster. You see man, I've been on a cold spell as of late, and tonight I plan on turning that around. We have to turn the clock back a little bit dude and give these fans something they haven't heard for quite along time. The truth."

Cena looks quizzical at Hogan as Hogan takes off his bandana and sunglasses. Keeping his title belt around his waist, he looks to the crowd and tears off his shirt, throwing the remains into the crowd. Hogan keeps his back turned to Cena for a little bit before seemingly starting to shake. He starts clasping his hands together and rubbing them, shaking more violently now. The oiled up old man turns around to face John Cena with an old time look in his eyes. He brings the mic back to his mouth and begins going old school on Cena.

Hulk Hogan: "Whenever I get a little antsy man, whenever I get a little worried about a number one contender, I like to climb onto something I can't hold onto man. Something like my favorite Harley bike brother with it's two huge jets on either side... but John Cena, brother.... I was worried about you for so long man. With my bike I've seen some Chain Gangs man, I've seen some biker gangs brother. When I was a little teeny Hulkster, I was beating those gangs up man. And for so long I was worried about you when I signed this contract man. Then I just so happened to stumble into the Royal Rumble. I got into the ring with Dean Ambrose, Daniel Bryan, the list goes on man.. and Cena - I felt what it was like riding that Harley with those twin jets man. I felt what it was all about at the Royal Rumble, and I took the best shot you had, and Cena - if that was ALL that you have to lay on me, you're in one hell.. of a lot of trouble. And I didn't mean to come out here with a cocky attitude. I'm not taking you easy or anything like that Cena. It's just that I want to get you set up man, you're easy brother. You start walkin' and talkin' before you are even thinkin' brother, so let me show you what's wrong with your generation and get down to business."

The fans roar for the likes of an old time Hogan promo. Hogan's face is visibly red, and it is clear he is worked up now. Just when Cena thinks he's done talking, he brings the mic up one last time.

Hulk Hogan: "So before you ask me if I still have what it takes John, just know that me cutting an old time promo is not where this train stops. I've got a tank on my Harley that never gets empty, and it's only challengers like you that refuel it every time I step in this ring."

Hogan gets nose to nose with Cena as the cameras around the ring illuminate the venue. Surely, a moment in the making.​

 

[CaptainxBumout]

Fandango: I’m sorry, you’ll have to excuse my “partner” for his potty mouth. You see he may look like a fat slob piece of human garbage…because he is. He comes from a trailer park and only has the knowledge of a 13 year old who thinks it’s cool to curse all the time. Just don’t let that hinder your appearance of me. Although I know some of you could never think ill of me. Or stop fantasizing about me.


Fandango winks at Trish and smiles as she shows disgust.


C’mon toots, we both know how this thing ends. I’ve put you on your back before. You can't be happy managing losers like Edge or Umaga or even The Rock. We're about to win all the Slammys and we need another woman in our ranks to hold all our gold for us. Now obviously you'd have to get rid of the fake title across your shoulder because nothing about Fandango is fake nor will anything associated with him either. I'm willing to forgive the fake parts in your body since without it you wouldn't be pleasing to the eyes because let's face it, you don't have any other type of talent. Not like me.

Fandango starts to wiggle his hips at Trish while the crowd boos.



You like what you see? Nobody has the moves like me. The Undertaker may think he' some big bad ass but no one's ass is as bad as Fandango's. And I use the word bad in the street sense. You think I'm afraid of you Undertaker? I grabbed my briefcase first because I was the best. No one else has the pure ability, agility, grace and strength as Fandango. I'll prove it when I glide through the air and drop my gorgeous leg across your throat. Maybe I'll do it to all three of you. It'd be the most entertaining thing any of you have ever been involved in.

Fandango smiles at the men in the ring as he steps back and bows.
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[Slim]

Trish raises her mic to address the men in the ring and the one standing on the stage. First towards Bubba.



Better than you Trish Stratus:

Dear Bubba… I’m a feminist? I didn’t realize that. I saw myself more of a promoter of true talent. And I’m not sure I recall ever not saying I don’t exploit myself. I mean you see this shirt I’m wearing? Of course you do cause I see you drooling over these two things protruding from my body. But do know… nudes? None of those exist. And I promise you… little man that I am anything but innocent. I would claw your eyes out, ram them down your throat and stick my fingers in those empty eye sockets just to see if you can still scream. Now how is that for innocent.

Now as far as my client… you can make whatever excuse you want but the bottom line is… you as well as the rest of the so called stars got their asses whipped by my monster as he ascended and grabbed his briefcase completely unopposed. But if you really have a death wish… all you have to do is wait. Just wait because Umaga will be ready to rip you a new one and remind you just why you… as well as everyone else are nothing compared to him. And the same thing goes for you… you gyrating freak.

Trish then turns her attention towards Fandango.

Better than you Trish Stratus:

Now you… how is it that you refer to my clients as losers when they are the most successful trio of wrestlers in wrestling today. I don’t understand that and don’t you have that ugly bitch Maxine or something to carry your bags and powder your nose? Besides… I know you couldn’t handle a woman like me. Stick to your little boy toy Eric Carter.

Trish then turns her attention towards Undertaker.

Better than you Trish Stratus:

Are you just the biggest sack of idiot that I’ve ever seen and heard in my life. You think that you can handle those two bozos on your own? You still think that this is your yard? You definitely sound like those old geezers telling the kids to stay out of their yard but let me tell you something you big blueberry… My Client is not about to have a loss on his record because you are too stubborn to realize that your old ass can’t hang with anybody anymore. Instead what is going to happen is your happy go lucky wannabe biker ass is going to stand in that corner and behave like a good little boy. And while you catch your breath you’ll watch a real monster like Umaga destroy the likes of Bubba and Fanny. And when Umaga gets bored he’ll tag you in and allow you to feel young again.

And when all is said and done and those two are destroyed and we have the win added to our record… then we’ll do the world a favor and put you out to pasture. Is that okay? Matter of fact it doesn’t matter what you think because I’m running this show and I’m telling you right now how things are going to go. And if you don’t like it then you can take your old ass out of this ring, hop on your little bike there and ride out into the sunset.

Trish turns away from Undertaker and towards the crowd.

Better than you Trish Stratus:

This is it ladies and gentlemen. Playtime is over. Be prepared because we are taking over this and our road of destruction will continue through the Slammys.

Trish lowers her mic as she keeps an eye on the other guys in the ring.​

 

[Schmidty]

As the crowd settles down, they are greeted to a very familiar theme song.

Chris Masters comes walking out alone to a fairly mixed reaction from the crowd. He walks down the ramp slowly with a very angry look across his face. As he reaches the ring, he proceeds to circle around to the ring announcer where he grabs a mic and slides into the ring. After waiting for the crowd to calm down, he then begins to speak.

{{Chris Masters}}
So as you all know, my wife....Layla is not here with me tonight. I'll explain why in a minute. First I want to explain to you all why these past couple of weeks here in the UWF for me have been hell. First it started with me coming out of the fatal fourway hardcore title match at Bound For Glory with nothing but strong battle wounds. Then the wedding incident. I walked out here with a smile on my face about to marry the love of my life in front of the world with no regrets at all. She came out here and we were just about to seal the deal before CM Punk and AJ Lee comes walking out and follows up with an attack to make our wedding a disaster. That night I promised myself I'd get my revenge on Punk. But it got worse. The Royal Rumble match. I was doing fairly well for myself in that match until I look over to see the evil couple themselves, with my Layla being held captive. I lost my concentration and got eliminated. So to sum it all up. In just a few weeks time, CM Punk not only ruined my wedding but he also ruined my chances at main eventing Wrestlemania!

Masters begins to pace through out the ring before stopping again.

{{Chris Masters}}
So tonight I've been given an opportunity. And opportunity at revenge and that's why Layla isn't with me tonight. I didn't bring her with me because I didn't want her to have to witness this side of me. This viscous side that CM Punk has brought out of me. I promise that tonight in our Hardcore match, I will send 100 different types of pain through CM Punk's body. And it won't stop there. Oh no. I will beat the living hell out of Punk for the trouble he's caused. Layla and I had to get married privately due to the ignorant interference of Punk and his play toy. That just adds another reason to the long list of why I'm going to end Punk tonight. Another one on that list is of course is over sized ego. He constantly speaks out his ass with the same bull crap as last time. You can listen to all CM Punk promos ever made by just listening to one because it's the same points that he tries to drill in your head each time. "I'm the best in the world". "I've been the best since day one". Quite frankly, it's a lie that he's driven himself to. believe. But it just gives me more of a reason to beat his ass.

{{Chris Masters}}
Tonight I will prove multiple points. I will prove that karma is a bitch! Punk ruined my wedding and my chances at headlining Wrestlemania. So I will beat his ass up and down this arena tonight and drown him in his own blood! I will prove that Punk is far from being the best in the world. Punk is just a rat in the presence of a cyborg. I got unreal strength along with a programmed attitude to beat the living hell out of my opponents. And of course tonight I will prove that am more Hardcore than CM Punk. We got all sorts of weapons to use along with endless combinations and possibilities. The last Hardcore match I was in consisted of cactus's, barbed wire fences, cars, chairs, and shopping carts full of demonic weapons. I have access to all of that and more tonight. Stone Cold is a good business man because if it's action want, I can promise I'll give them more than that tonight. You see a man that has been toyed with for the past few weeks finally being able to get his hands on the guy who started it all.

Chris walks towards the ropes and looks towards the entrance way.

{{Chris Masters}}
Now maybe you can grow a pair and come out here so we can start this thing now Punk. You know damn well that I've ran out of patients by now. I want to fight you at this very moment because if you make me wait any longer, that'll just be more built up frustration for me to take out on you. After I leave you lying in the middle of this ring in your own puddle of blood, I will go off to win the Hardcore Championship Belt. I have grown all of these hardcore bones in my body which makes me the perfect man for the hardcore life style. I've felt barbed wire and any other sadistic weapon hit me multiple times, I'm almost ammuned. I can deal with it. The question is, when you step in the ring with a monster that you've created, can you deal with it? Or will you run full force at the sun just to be obliterated? It's your call. There's only one way to find out.

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[Tapout]

The fans are packed into the UWF arena awaiting the arrival of one of their favorite superstars, The Charismatic Enigma Jeff Hardy! The lights go out in the entire arena and the crowd holds their breath. However, instead of the familiar theme of Hardy playing out, a dark, creepy, quiet music starts to play out through the speakers. Just then the titian tron flashes to life with a grainy view of a forest. Dead trees are scattered everywhere. The camera blurs and tilts sideways and zooms in on a dark figure. The man is standing with his side facing the camera. He is dressed in a black long coat, and is holding a black and white umbrella over his head. The man known as Willow. The man's voice then takes over the entire arena.

Willow

Darkness can conquer all. The brightest of hearts and the purist of souls can be snuffed for eternity by darkness. An all consuming flame that eats up whatever is in it's path with no remorse. No regret. Just pain and suffering. Through the darkness, fear is born. And through fear...perfection is achieved. The fear in men's hearts live on forever. Long after the cold hand of Death has grasped their throats and carried their eternal souls to the under world. There is no purity in life. There is no light in life. There is no...hope. No chance to escape this thing we call death. So we all succumb to the darkness..for it is our only savior. The only way to see the light is to follow the darkness.

Willow

This is the reason for his existence. The reason for his life. That is why he is here. You may ask him where Jeff Hardy has gone and he can give you only one, true answer. Jeff Hardy...is dead.

Willow lets out a high pitched laugh that borders on shrieking.

Willow

He is no more. Only Willow remains. Only Willow can save you. Through his death, Willow is born. Willow is immortal. The suffering of people. The hate of people. The fear in peoples hearts. Of these lead to the birth of Willow. Willow has come to show people the errors of their ways. We are all born dying. Marching on into the mouth of flames where we will lay our heads and finally scream...I AM FREE!

Again Willow let's out a shrieking laugh.

Willow

Willow's first collected soul will be Chris Jericho. Chris Jericho has been caught up in all of the lights. He needs to see that he is walking aimlessly into damnation. Willow will be your savior. Willow will put you out of your misery. Willow does this because he wishes to help. Willow does this because he loves you. Willow wants people to see all the evil in the world. All the darkness in the world. He doesn't want people to become like Willow. It's too late to save Willow but it is not too late for you, Chris Jericho. Take Willow's hand and let him show you the darkness. Let Willow set you free! Chris Jericho! Willow is going to save you, Chris Jericho. You and Willow will walk among angels while demons burn at our feet. That is the way of Willow...

Willow laughs again and the camera quickly zooms in on his face before the camera goes dead completely.

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[Sam]

The crowd inside the arena are at a fever pitch as they wait to see their favourite UWF Smackdown superstars in action. Suddenly a message is heard over the PA system.

THE FOLLOWING IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE C.U.N.T.

Ted Nugent's 'Stranglehold' plays over the PA system and as the song kicks into gear our three favourite wrestlers appear from behind the curtain. Shark Boy sporting his newly captured United States Championship, held by great champions like Antonio Cesaro in the past. Grado is doing some air guitar and dancing for the crowd before Paul Burchill comes swinging down from the side of the stage. All three men then meet in the middle and walk down the ramp as a unit. All three men enter the ring together and Grado and Burchill head to the corners as Shark Boy unstraps his US Title and holds it high in the air looking into the crowd who look back with delight. It's Shark Boy who takes to the microphone to begin.

Shark Boy: I don't know if y'all noticed but Shark Boy's just gone and got himself a big fancy United States title belt!.

The crowd let out a loud pop for Shark Boy.

That's right, Shark Boy took that goofy sumbitch King Booker and he showed him that in these waters, Shark Boy's the big fish and he ain't nothin' more than some other small fry for Shark Boy to chow down on and a little birdy told me that we ain't gon' be seein' too much of King Booker for the forseeable future. But that's enough of that, this week on Smackdown, my two partners in crime Captain Paul Burchill and Grado have got themselves a tag team match against two sumbitches by the names of Chris Sabin and Samoa Joe. Now me and those guys go back a bit, back to the days in Nashville where we tore it up every night but I want them both to know from me, from ol' Sharky, that those days don't matter a damn to Shark Boy, or the rest of The C.U.N.T. when it comes down to gettin' in this ring and whoopin' some bass and The C.U.N.T. don't discriminate, it don't matter if we know ya, if we like ya, if yer black, white, tall, short, fat or skinny, there ain't no one on this damn planet that The C.U.N.T. won't take up the opportunity in openin' a can of bass whip on.

Grado takes to the microphone.

Grado: That's right ya pair a wee dafties. This week on Smackdoon, it's gonnae be me and my pal Paul kickin' your arses. Because Shark Boy isn'y the only member of The C.U.N.T. who fancies himself a champion. Aye it's good to have the US Championship on one of our own but I'm gonnae admit, and I think Paul would to, I quite fancy bein' a UWF World Tag Team Champion. Now we know that Fannydango and his wee pal EC3 are busy, we know aw the pish that happened when Fandango won that briefcase so the title situations up in the air, but let me tell ye's aw right now, whenever the chance to get a chance to become a Tag Team Champion, ye best believe that me and Paul are gonnae be jumpin' at it like mad tigers because we want they belts and we're gonnae bust anybody the office puts in front of us until we get that chance. So Sabin, Joe, bring yer arses out here because I'm gettin' aw riled up and I'm up for gettin' down to business right... now...

Grado is looking all fired up as Shark Boy tries to calm him down, when...​