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Royal Rumble time, the time has come for one man to gain the greatest achievement that an EBWF Superstar could ever hope to achieve when 30 men step inside the EBWF ring and only one emerges victorious. The Bullet Club were in high spirits and their confidence was high as they took up quite a few spots in this rumble thus stacking the deck high for anyone who hoped to achieve victory. So as the boys stood in their locker room drinking beers, they looked around and noticed Finn wasn’t around, so Karl Anderson would take a step forward and speak.
MACHINE GUN | KARL ANDERSON:
“Anyone seen, Finn? Like he should be here! We have quite a night ahead of us boys but we can’t get things started without him at the helm, right?”
At this moment though, the door to their locker room would burst open and wind would blow some leaves in and those leaves would be crushed under a boot, then a second boot and then the camera would move up as he seemed to be aimed at the floor to show the leaves and as it travelled up, the owner of the boots’ body, the familiar black leather jacket that everyone should recognise by now would be revealed right before the face of Finn Balor graced the screen and the leader of the Bullet Club would start to speak.
REAL SHOOTER | FINN BALOR:
“That’s right Karl, I am ‘ere, don’ worry I’ll be at teh helm, drivin’ stick. Of course I had something else I needed to address first before I came here, as you should all know that I am scheduled to compete for the Breakout championship, so I guess someone has seen what I can do and wants me to represent their company in more ways than one as why else would they stack the deck against the entire roster by placing every single one of us inside the Rumble tonight?! So tell me somethin’ boys, tonight is gonna be our night right? Tonight is all about the Bullet Club and we’re gonna reign supreme over teh entire EBWF and AJ Styles, well he’s gonna regret his decision to turn his back on the Club because as we always say… BULLET CLUB FOR LYFE!”
Kenny Omega would start to speak at this point.
THE CLEANER | KENNY OMEGA:
“Don’t you worry your pretty head AJ as when the Club get through with the entire roster of EBWF, you can bet your ass that we’re comin’ for you next! So you better make sure that you keep that title around your waist because come hell or high water, you’ll be in our sights regardless of if you still hold that championship or not! Oh and Jimmy Havoc, you think you’re hardcore, then you better make sure that you never get locked in our sights or you’ll be exposed as the fraud of EBWF because there is no greater threat than every one inside this room! The Bullet Club is large and in charge and we’re taking over… So you all better sit back, relax and enjoy the ride because once you hear the click… You should know what’s comin’!”
Once Kenny spoke such words, he pointed his hand which was posed in the form of a gun and then he performed the action of firing a shot with the kick back. Then the camera would pan across at the Guerrillas of Destiny who simply just nodded their heads before they held up the Too Sweet sign of the club before Bad Luck Fale would be shown in the picture and all he did was glare into the camera with his arms folded over his chest and his black shades covering his eyes before Finn Balor stood front and center of the picture, he aimed his hand at the camera lens, it was now posed as a gun before he spoke up once again.
REAL SHOOTER | FINN BALOR:
“EBWF Superstars, the Club puts you all on notice… Tonight is the night of the Bullet Club and I warn you all that tonight you don’t just face Finn Balor… Tonight, you all MEET the DEMON! So you better be prepared for the fall of humanity as Balor’s eye has opened and with it comes the burning of grass, the fires raining down from the skies above and the boiling of the seas, the time has come for the Demon King to arise and take claim of the EBWF throne! The Dark Prince of Professional Wrestling is here to stake my claim upon the World Heavyweight Championship so I do not care if it is AJ Styles or Jimmy Havoc… I am here to kick everyone’s damn ARSE all the way to the World Title! The era of the Club is here and it’s about to get TOOOO SWEEEEET!”
With these words stated, the scene would fade to black.
words: Enough || All involved [Closed] || notes: Good luck mate
Annie || caution