Well, I wanted Orton, and there is a bulk of talent in this draft, so it's not like I have to fued them two against each other right away. I looked at my options, and most of them had gone vs the Rock before. I think a Orton/Rock rivalry would be good and wanted to make sure I was able to get him.
The Ultimate Fantasy Mock Draft V.
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im still with matt with best team so far
Papa Shango
Frontman of the WZ Band!!
We're only halfway through the second round!! There are no teams! There's pairs, duos, couples. There are no teams.
Papa Shango
Frontman of the WZ Band!!
Isn't The Fizz starting to cut it a little close here? It's been what, 12 hours already?
Papa Shango
Frontman of the WZ Band!!
I noticed that too.
Eric Bischoff makes his way to the ring: "I'm Back! I'm badder than ever."
He smiles, he carries a breif case and a GWA microphone. He enters the ring to the usual chorus of boo's. "Stone Cold Steve Austin - (CROWD: WHAT?) I said stone cold steve Austin! Don't you get it stone cold all this is exactly what I wanted, you attacking me on a sports news programme, priceless... dont forget I wrote the book on contrevarsy creates cash. Stone Cold because of you trying to get one over on me the GWA early merch sales are flying, and I've only had to make one pick! So without further whining from these clowns here in the audience, I'd like to announce my second pick, a man capable of carrying almost any roster, maybe even more than you stone cold, my pick is... Ric Flair. 16 time world Champion, the master of the figure four! and a man who, like me can do anything, and will do anything to win. The nature boy ric flair.... Woooooooo!"
He smiles, he carries a breif case and a GWA microphone. He enters the ring to the usual chorus of boo's. "Stone Cold Steve Austin - (CROWD: WHAT?) I said stone cold steve Austin! Don't you get it stone cold all this is exactly what I wanted, you attacking me on a sports news programme, priceless... dont forget I wrote the book on contrevarsy creates cash. Stone Cold because of you trying to get one over on me the GWA early merch sales are flying, and I've only had to make one pick! So without further whining from these clowns here in the audience, I'd like to announce my second pick, a man capable of carrying almost any roster, maybe even more than you stone cold, my pick is... Ric Flair. 16 time world Champion, the master of the figure four! and a man who, like me can do anything, and will do anything to win. The nature boy ric flair.... Woooooooo!"
In my mind I've got like a mini list of who I want in what order because the top draws are just flying off the shelf! I wanted flair but I wouldent want him to feud with austin, I was just pretty worried he'd go before i had the chance to nab him.
now I need someone to feud with stone cold, i have someone in mind but it will probably change
Fact: The last time I did a draft flair was my GM, wooooooo
The LWF's show opens with The Phenom walking slowly towards the ring, music playing, lights down. The Deadman reaches the ring, and raises the lights with his trademark gesture halfway up the steps. He reaches the ring, wordlessly removes the hat and coat, and turns to stare up the ramp. For the first time, the crowd notice that the clock that was running down from LWF.com is on a screen on the back wall of the arena, opposite the stage. The crowd begin to be excited already. They've seen the clock run-down done before, and they know who it usually leads to. Already, they want to see him. But the clock still has damned near 15 minutes left. Out of nowhere, Paul Heyman walks out onto the stage, and raises a microphone to his lips. "Now, all you fans will have seen my statement to the masses on LWF.com. Now, I admit, when I said I was looking with someone with guts, I hoped that it would be someone from my "old crowd", if you understand my meaning, who took up my challenge. However, that wasn't to be. The man who replied was, I admit, a surprise to me, and I think may well be a surprise to the rest of you. Ladies and gentlemen, the man who was brave enough to take the challenge, to step into the ring with the new, reborn Undertaker... well, I'll put it into the 4 simple words...
Here Comes The Pain!"
Fireworks explode on the ramp as Brock Lesnar charges out, fire in his eyes. He charges straight to the ring, focused entirely on Undertaker. The two big men lock up in the ring centre, at first a technical battle, but eventually in a brawl. The match has been going for a good 12 minutes when the crowd become to stir. The clock has reached 30 seconds. As it hits 20, Lesnar gets out of the way of Taker's flying clothesline, and the Deadman hits the ground hard. Lesnar scoops Undertaker up on his shoulders, but the crowd are counting down from the 10. Lesnar rotates UT, but the Deadman lands on his feet. Suddenly, as the count hits 5, the entire arena is plunged into darkness, except for the titantron, suddely showing the countdown from 5. The crowd know who they're expecting. But it's not who they thought at all. The count hits one, then the screen goes blank. Until 6 words appear on the screen. 6 simple words which send the crowd into a frenzy - and the speakers into that classic theme song that we all know.
It's time to play The Game.
A spotlight hits the stage, and Triple H is stood dead in the centre, sledgehammer in hand as his theme song blasts out over the whole crowd. The Game walks straight towards the ring, and as he reaches ringside, the lights come back up fully, to show Undertaker and Lesnar stood in the ring staring straight at The Game. However, Lesnar takes advantage of the momentary distraction to nail UT with a low blow behind the referee's back. He lifts up UT, nails a quick F5 and gets the 1-2-3. He spills out of the ring, as Triple H climbs into it, staring at The Undertaker. The ref tries to stop him, but The Game simply knocks him aside. Undertaker starts struggling to his feet, but when he makes it up to one knee, Triple H runs up and nails him with the hammer, sending him flat on his back. Suddenly, Undertaker sits up. However, The Game brings the hammer down again, onto the top of the head. He then drags Undertaker to his feet, hooks him up, and nails the pedigree. He motions across his stomach, while yelling one thing to the crowd:
"This is my yard".
Here Comes The Pain!"
Fireworks explode on the ramp as Brock Lesnar charges out, fire in his eyes. He charges straight to the ring, focused entirely on Undertaker. The two big men lock up in the ring centre, at first a technical battle, but eventually in a brawl. The match has been going for a good 12 minutes when the crowd become to stir. The clock has reached 30 seconds. As it hits 20, Lesnar gets out of the way of Taker's flying clothesline, and the Deadman hits the ground hard. Lesnar scoops Undertaker up on his shoulders, but the crowd are counting down from the 10. Lesnar rotates UT, but the Deadman lands on his feet. Suddenly, as the count hits 5, the entire arena is plunged into darkness, except for the titantron, suddely showing the countdown from 5. The crowd know who they're expecting. But it's not who they thought at all. The count hits one, then the screen goes blank. Until 6 words appear on the screen. 6 simple words which send the crowd into a frenzy - and the speakers into that classic theme song that we all know.
It's time to play The Game.
A spotlight hits the stage, and Triple H is stood dead in the centre, sledgehammer in hand as his theme song blasts out over the whole crowd. The Game walks straight towards the ring, and as he reaches ringside, the lights come back up fully, to show Undertaker and Lesnar stood in the ring staring straight at The Game. However, Lesnar takes advantage of the momentary distraction to nail UT with a low blow behind the referee's back. He lifts up UT, nails a quick F5 and gets the 1-2-3. He spills out of the ring, as Triple H climbs into it, staring at The Undertaker. The ref tries to stop him, but The Game simply knocks him aside. Undertaker starts struggling to his feet, but when he makes it up to one knee, Triple H runs up and nails him with the hammer, sending him flat on his back. Suddenly, Undertaker sits up. However, The Game brings the hammer down again, onto the top of the head. He then drags Undertaker to his feet, hooks him up, and nails the pedigree. He motions across his stomach, while yelling one thing to the crowd:
"This is my yard".
You know, there's such a thing as being too smart.
I would only give Triple H one. 1 and a half maybe. He wasn't really a big part of the Attitude Era, except for "hey, it's that guy that hangs around with Michaels". But yeah, Lesnar always impressed me, a guy his size with that much athleticism, not do dissimilar from Taker.