The fool thinking that I needed a shortcut to beat him. I don't need any help in dropping you again! Listen Piper, I respect you and you are a fighter like myself. We come from the streets and survival depends on who is the strongest predator in the jungle.
At the Wrestlemania, I gave Piper a ride in the airplane spin! I DON'T LIKE PLANES!! At the Wrestlemania 2 I dropped you like I dropped that chump Balboa!!!
#Wrestlemania4 was the first time I began recording onto VHS tapes. Although, during the intermission,I did switch Clash of The Champions. Guess I was getting my fingers ready for the #MondayNightWars Let Mr tell you brother, that was a workout.
@Queen_SlayerJay I know and understand how you feel. I myself have been through the doubts and darkness. I've been here since 2020 and have personally seen the highest of highs. And the lowest of despair. I'm hanging on but it's not the same as it used to be.
I believe I was 10 when @WWE#Wrestlemania3 aired lived on my first ever Pay Per View. It was 1987 and I was super excited! I remember playing outside with my friends and anticipating my first ever WWF/WWE purchase. It would be the first of many to follow.
@GaryCappetta What a wonderful story. It's always nice to have that one person to ease the anxiety and uncertainty of a situation. I'm still imagining the rainy night in New York City. Maybe a not so comfortable night but somewhere in my mind I'm seeing the beauty.
@JohnCena Don't know if you will see this but just wanted say that this final run that you are on has truly made #ProfessionalWrestling intriguing again. You were an amazing heel in the beginning and now you will be an amazing heel in the end.
#THANKYOUCENA
Before his 1997 WWF return, Charles Wright was set to revive his Papa Shango character with a darker, more serious twist.
After arriving at the TV taping and completing the photo shoot, Vince McMahon told him, "change of plansβ and he became a member of The Nation of Domination
expression shifting to unease.
Then⦠Reid slowly brings his thumb across his throat. His signature gesture.
GONG!
The arena turns to a haunting blue glow. Ritam Knight standing on the stage, James Reid in the ring, both locked in an unbreakable stare.
The show goes off air.
stage, something unnatural happens.
The crowd SCREAMS as James Reid SITS UP!
Like a phantom rising from the abyss, his eyes snap open, locking onto Ritam Knight. He moves with eerie precision, slowly getting to his feet. His gaze is cold.
Ritam stops dead in his tracks, his
drops the mic with a THUD. He grabs his title, hoisting it high above his head, soaking in the moment as the crowd feeds off his energy.
He steps toward the ropes, exiting the ring, marching up the ramp with the championship still raised. But just as he reaches the top of the
thud! The arena EXPLODES as Ritam Knight stands tall. He grabs the mic, his chest heaving.
Ritam Knight: Well guess what big man. You want some? (His voice is a thunderous roar, fueled by pure, unshakable will.) THEN COME GET SOME!
The energy in the arena is electric as Ritam