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  1. Here is a place to discuss the current champion, what you think of him, how you view the WWE United Kingdom Championship and if you like the rivalry currently happening over it. First Champion: Tyler Bate Most Reigns: All Titleholders (1) Longest Reign: Pete Dunne (273+ days) Shortest Reign: Tyler Bate (125 days) Current Champion: Pete Dunne Former Champion: Tyler Bate Won At: NXT Takeover: Chicago Next Challenger(s): N/A
  2. Smith's Graphics

  3. Smith's Graphics

    Noam Dar titantron for Summer
  4. Smith vs FDS - Deathmatch

    As the crowd sits in anticipation for tonight's main event, the excitement is overcast by a sudden infection of darkness as the lights cut out. Then, the lights explode with a frenzy of flashing black and white beams shining around the arena. They continue flickering until they all focus on one spotlight, shining down on Smith on the stage. His routine towel draped over his bowed head is hiding his face but the lights catch the gloss of the BPZ World Heavyweight Championship around his waist and one-half of the BPZ Tag Team Championships on his shoulders. Smith slowly, step-by-step, creeps to the ring with the spotlight following him all the way down. He reaches ringside and freezes, glaring across the ring. Then, Smith suddenly dashes into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the center of the ring where he stops with one knee planted on the mat. He rests his head on his hand that's situated on his lifted knee. He then gently ascends to standing on both feet before abruptly ripping the towel off his head. As he does so, the lights return, exposing Smith and the blackheart painted on his chest, attached to veins running all around his body, as well as the tape applied to his injured arm. As Smith stands in the ring, staring deeply up the ramp as he awaits FD, the lights go out and the notorious theme of FDS, "We Are", hits the PA system. The plucking of the guitar is shortly met. They pedal together until a spotlight breaks the darkness and unveils FDS stood on the stage with a customized blood-stained white steel chair. He peers across the crowd, looks down at the steel chair in his hand with a smile and then looks back to the crowd, flipping them off. He then glares at Smith in the ring before beginning to laugh at him. FDS then begins to make his way to the ring, unbuttoning his usual white coat as he does so. He climbs the apron and opens his coat out fully, once again revealing his newest shirt that reads 'Cleanse your Sins'. FDS then enters the ring and comes up close to Smith as now, the 'FD you're a cunt' chants are emphatic. Smith looks past FD to the boisterous crowd before running to the ropes and holding his hand high. The crowd then switch their chant from 'FD you're a cunt' to the classic 'Smith' chant established during his run in 2015. As the crowd dies down, both men go to their respective corner. Smith stares across the ring at FDS with intent whilst FDS swings his personalized weapon around with a smirk on his face. The referee signals for the bell but the two rivals remain in their corners, staring into each other's soul until all of a sudden, they both charge at each other simultaneously. FDS, still holding his special chair, swings the steel at Smith's head but Smith baseball slides through the legs of FDS. FDS turns around but is caught with an elbow, followed by a harrowing bicycle knee. Smith then heads to the ropes to build momentum but as he comes back at FDS, FDS completely flattens him with a thunderous chair shot to the skull. Smith stays on the floor, holding his head in pain, as FDS stands tall over him, laughing at his opponent. FDS then begins to just stomp on the head of Smith whilst he struggles to his feet. Smith suddenly catches the leg of FDS and gets to his feet. He stares right through FDS before hooking the leg for a superb capture suplex. Both men quickly get back on their feet. They meet in the middle of the ring where FDS blocks Smith's knee attempt. Then, Smith dodges FDS' dropkick attempt. As FDS gets back to his feet, Smith goes for an open palm strike with his injured arm but FDS catches it and majestically applies a cross armbreaker! FDS has an armbreaker locked in on the injured arm of Smith! Smith struggles, trying to find the ropes but is too far away. He begins trying to fight his way out, punching FDS repeatedly. FDS eventually releases the hold, rolling back onto his feet. He sees Smith struggling to get back to his feet and darts over. He attempts a swinging neckbreaker on Smith but Smith is able to escape. Smith goes for another bicycle knee but FDS moves out the way and then connects with a backstabber! With Smith down, FDS returns to his chair. He picks it up, brings it over to Smith and then sets it up. He stomps on the arm of Smith a few times before placing it on the chair. FDS then heads to the top rope... DOUBLE FOOT STOMP ON SMITH'S ARM IN THE CHAIR! Smith begins to roll about in a frenzy of pain, screaming as he grips his arm. He rolls to the apron as FDS chuckles, impressed by the damage he has inflicted. Two medical staff come to help Smith at ringside but Smith refuses their help, even pushing one of them onto the floor. On the outside now, Smith turns back to the ring to see FDS darting at him. FDS goes for a suicide dive but out of instinct, Smith catches him with an elbow! FDS lifelessly drops onto the outside. However, Smith is hurt too as he used his already injured arm to strike FDS without realizing. Smith crawls towards the apron and uses it to climb back to his feet. He throws himself into the ring and collects himself there. Meanwhile, FDS is recovering on the outside. Once recovered, FDS goes under the ring and collects a table! He picks it up but as he looks back into the ring, he sees Smith sprinting at him. This time, it's Smith going for the dive to the outside... TOPE CON HILO ONTO FDS HOLDING THE TABLE! Both men are laid out for a while but it's Smith who gets to his feet first. He lifts up the table that FDS collected. He looks around the crowd and holds the table up above his head, instigating a massive cheer from the crowd. Smith then sets up the table at ringside whilst FDS clambers on the apron to try help himself recuperate. However, Smith climbs onto the apron with FDS and grabs him by the head. He looks down at the table and back at FDS... No! FDS fights back with a massive headbutt. Both men are stunned. FDS then goes for a clobbering blow to the back of Smith's head but Smith ducks it and hooks both arms of FDS... DRAGON SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE! The two fighters lay flat until finally, Smith begins to move. He looks under the ring and retrieves a black sack. He carries the sack into the ring and swings it about with a sick look on his face before pouring the contents onto the mat. Out of the sack falls light tubes, panes of glass and thumbtacks. Just in time, FDS gets up on the outside and looks at Smith's collection of weapons. Smith stares at FDS and tells him to come get some. FDS doesn't hesitate and runs straight into the ring. The two become infused into an all-out brawl. Blow after blow, these two tear each other apart until they can go no longer. They tire down and stop. They then clash heads and start going at it again! They pummel each other until they fall down to their knees. Smith sluggishly headbutts FDS. FDS almost collapses completely but then all of a sudden grabs a light tubes and smashes it on the head of Smith, cutting him open. Blood begins to ooze out of Smith's head. He looks as though he's going to pass out whilst FDS maniacally laughs at his bleeding opponent. FDS lethargically climbs to his feet. With Smith still almost unconscious on his knees, FDS superkicks his damn head off! Smith's barren body crumbles onto the mat. FDS goes for the pinfall but as the referee comes down for the three count, FDS lifts Smith's shoulders off of the canvas and once again lets off a maniacal laugh. He stands up and heads to the outside where he searches under the ring. He pulls out some sort of sleeve with thumbtacks pressed into it. FDS slithers back into the ring. He puts on the sleeve whilst staring down at the lifeless body of Smith. He grabs Smith by his arm, lifts him up in the ripcord and goes for the Bloody Rainmaker with the sleeve on! No! Somehow, Smith blocks it by kicking the arm of FDS! Smith then follows up by connecting with a roundhouse kick! FDS falls to his knees. Now, Smith grabs the arm of FDS with the sleeve on. He stomps on FDS' head a few times before disarming FDS of the deadly sleeve. Then, Smith puts the sleeve on his leg, over his knee! He taunts with a cutthroat... KNEE TO THE HEAD OF FDS WITH THE THUMBTACK SLEEVE ON! Now, it's FDS who begins to bleed from the head! Blood can be seen dripping out of each individual hole made by the collection of thumbtacks! FDS slowly drops from his knees onto his back as Smith falls into the cover... One... Two... Thre- No! FDS gets his shoulder up at the last second! Smith sits up and looks over his shoulder at the laid out FDS who somehow was able to kick out. Both men look absolutely exhausted but a sense of drive and passion is still emitted from each warrior. Smith begins to look about, figuring out his next move. His eye is caught by the timekeeper at ringside. Smith crawls over to the apron and rolls out onto his feet. He stumbles over to the timekeeper and takes his chair, throwing it in the ring. He then goes back and takes two more chairs, throwing them in the ring as well. Smith goes back for more weapons but as he's looking, FDS comes from behind and blasts him. FDS then relentlessly beats Smith down until he's not moving. FDS then returns to the damaged arm of Smith that he was aiming at earlier in the match. He grabs the injured arm and brings it over to the stairs at ringside. He twists Smith's arm and positions it awkwardly on the stairs. Holding Smith's arm in place, FDS climbs up the stairs and then viciously stamps on the arm of Smith! Smith grips his arm and begins rolling around on the floor. He leans against the barricade, breathing extremely heavily, with a tight grip on his arm. Meanwhile, FDS is setting something up. He clears the announce table and sets up the steel stairs in front of them. Then, FDS goes back to Smith and grabs his arm once again. He pulls Smith over to the steps and once again, wrenches Smith's arm into a dangerous angle and places it on the steel. With Smith's arm on the steps and him too tired to move it, FDS climbs onto the table... FDS jumps off the table to stomp on the arm of Smith with even more impact but Smith just about gets his arm away in time. FDS almost trips but is able to catch his balance. He turns back to the steps where Smith is as Smith launches off the steps and goes for a flying knee on FDS. However, FDS moves out of the way but Smith comes straight back for him. Smith sprints at FDS but runs right into the grip of FDS. FDS catches him in a spinebuster, pushes off the stairs and then slams Smith through the announce table! Both men lie lifeless but eventually, FDS is able to crawl to the apron. He climbs to one knee and looks back at Smith, who is now on his hands and knees. FDS rolls into the ring and goes straight for his customized chair. As Smith stands up at ringside, FDS smacks his chair against the mat and screams at Smith to get in the ring. Smith glares at FDS before suddenly dashing into the ring. FDS swings for Smith but Smith dives into a kip up to dodge it. Smith then quickly picks up one of the chairs he threw into the ring earlier. FDS and Smith run at each other with chairs in hand and they both brutally blast each other's bloody skulls in with their chairs. Smith stumbles backward and falls into the corner. He is sat down with his chair statured in front of him while FDS is still stood, leaning in the opposite corner. FDS looks up from the mat and sees Smith directly in front of him. With a sudden surge of energy, FDS rushes at Smith and connects with a double knee strike through the chair! Smith lifelessly topples out of the corner and FDS takes advantage, going for the pin. One... Two... Thre- No! It's Smith who kicks out this time! A flood of anger swells in the face of FDS as he now just lays into Smith. He begins with straight fists, stops for a second and then returns with a series of knees to the skull! FDS then stands up and begins to mess around with the weapons Smith brought into the ring. He places two chairs next to each other, facing each other, and then places a glass pane across them both. He drags the barren body of Smith to the chairs and lifts him onto the contraption. FDS then looks to the top rope and begins to climb it, facing away from Smith. All of a sudden, Smith bursts onto his feet. He runs up the ropes behind FDS and grabs his arms. He crosses the arms of FDS in a straight jacket waistlock... 8TH SIN OFF THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE GLASS PANE AND ONTO THE CHAIRS! Both men lay, bleeding even more now as glass, thumbtacks, and chairs cover the ring. Smith looks up at the motionless body of FDS. Bit-by-bit, Smith desperately crawls over the FDS. He eventually gets to FDS and throws his arm over his chest for the cover... One... Two... Three! SMITH GETS THE PIN! IT'S ALL OVER! SMITH BESTED FDS IN A DEATHMATCH! Both men remain laid out until the referee comes over to Smith and helps him to his feet. Once on his feet, Smith is handed his two championships. He puts all his effort into raising them. Smith then looks back and sees FDS on his knees with blood still pouring out his head. Smith stands in front of FDS and drops to his knees. He stares at FDS until FDS looks back at him. All of a sudden, the two of them put their heads together as they both nod as a sign of respect. Smith leans back, pats FDS on the shoulder and then climbs back to his feet. He finishes his celebration and then the lights go out. When they come back, all that's left is FDS sat in a bloody mess.
  5. Music Discussion

    So Drake dropped his music video for his song "God's Plan" yesterday. He was given close to 1 million dollars by his label for the music video but instead, gave it all away. I know Drake already has plenty of money so 1 million dollars isn't much to him but still, I think it's an amazing act on his behalf that deserves praise. Drake is actually an incredible human being.
  6. Smith's Graphics

    Not sure if this is exactly what you wanted but here you go.
  7. Fortnite Discussion

    The following quotes were released by Epic Games on their website. I have selected the parts of the report that I felt were most interesting but for deeper reading, I shall provide a link (https://www.epicgames.com/fortnite/en-US/news/fortnite-battle-royale-state-of-development-v4). Art Weapons & Consumables Custom Matches Battle Pass Season 3
  8. Best Current Champion?

    In my opinion, The Usos are still the best champions in WWE. Since their reinvention, they have remained tremendously entertaining and thus gained the respect of the entirety of the WWE Universe. This makes them great champions as they are bringing attention and making an attraction out of a division that hasn't been close to this level for ages. Even when misplaced on the SummerSlam kick-off show, they pulled off an astonishing match alongside The New Day that outshined the whole main show in terms of match quality. The Usos are the kind of champions that truly want to elevate the championships they hold, rather than just themselves.
  9. Last Stand Press Conferences

    Smith watches, being held back by security, as his former tag team partner strolls off the stage. After Ross has left the sight of everyone, the security guards let go of Smith who looks down to where he was previously sat. Still somewhat agitated, he collects both his championships off of the table and walks to the front of the stage. He looks across the reporters and then simply sits down with his legs hanging off the stage. He begins to speak, ignoring the questions thrown at him by the reporters. Figments of my past shall forever haunt me but it's the light of the future that I depend on. Believing in hard work, believing in integrity, believing in determination and most importantly, believing in myself is what got me to where I am today. FDS. It's time you stop bullshitting and face reality. You've been stuck chasing the Intercontinental Championship for years. You're playing games that I was three years ago. It's about time for you to realize what you need to do to take it to the next level. Spinning from an affluent nob to a psychotic nob will only give you momentum for so long. I respect you as a wrestler, as a person and an opponent. However, tomorrow, when we're stood face-to-face, you're right. I'm not going to see you as the person who once saw me as the rising star of this company. I will see you as the man I want to push me to my limits. I've seen you in stipulation matches before and when most would become afraid, I became inspired. That's why I challenged you to a deathmatch, that's why I want you to beat the living hell out of me, because if you didn't notice by now, when my back's pinned against the wall, and it looks like all is said and done, that's when I rise, that's when I perform at my best. Tomorrow, I plan on showcasing the boundaries that I'll push, I plan on illustrating the extremities I can reach, I plan on exhibiting who the fuck I am. Smith looks as though he's finished but then looks down at his arm that is wrapped in a sling once again due to FDS. Even if I have to do it with a broken arm. Smith edges himself off of the stage, landing on his feet. He then walks out through the crowd with his head bowed and doesn't look back once.
  10. Smith's Graphics

    Ambrose avi and sig for @Ross
  11. A Meeting.

    Smith grits his teeth and clenches his fist. It seems as though he is about to strike FDS but instead, he gently closes his eyes. He takes one deep breath and then opens his eyes again. He stares back at FDS until his eyes switch focus to the photograph on the floor. Smith points at the photograph with one hand and brings the microphone to his mouth with the other. The man in that photograph was me, right after winning my first world championship but the man in that photograph is also the version of me that let himself be fooled by someone he saw as a brother. That version of me let the most prized championship in this company be ripped out of my hands. Yet that's still the man you respect over what I am now? Just last week you said you've never thought anything of me yet all of a sudden, you respected me? Smith looks back at FDS, no longer pointing at the photograph, as he continues to speak. After winning the world title, I never sold my soul, I had one vision and one vision only. I wanted retribution for all of those talents that had been overlooked, misused and blatantly ignored. I didn't sell my soul, I had it ripped out of me as the owner of this company commanded someone I saw as a brother to stab me in the back and take away the biggest achievement I had ever accomplished. See, I've never listened to anyone. On the other hand, I have made friends, allies, because in a business like this, it's important to know someone has your back. When you're the rising star you described me as, there's a lot of people who want you to fail and a lot of people who will go out of their way to cause you to fail. Having allies that I thought I could trust meant allowing myself to exceed. Nevertheless, listening to you speak opens my eyes. I always thought you were a bright talent but I never quite understood why you never made it big. To me, it seems like it's because you're delusional. It seems as though you're fabricating these fantasies where everyone else in this company is corrupt and that you're the only one doing this right. Suddenly, I'm this villain that doesn't respect a single person backstage? Do you really believe that? Since I stepped foot in this company, I've welcomed all and wherever possible, tried to lend a helping hand. I show great gratitude to those that have helped and even through my darkest times, I made sure the crowd knew I still cared for them, I just haven't been as self-obsessed as to come out here and brag about it. My goal has never been to hold as many titles as possible or be the number one man. All I've ever wanted was to help this company and the ring that I proudly wear on my finger every day is a symbol that I've done exactly that. When an underdog finally makes it to the top of the mountain, he's no longer an underdog but please don't be mistaken in thinking that automatically makes the underdog part of the establishment. I won't lie, I've made deals that I'm ashamed of but there's no way you can truly stand here and tell me you haven't either. I'm still that guy that who doesn't want to be apart of the establishment, even ask Slim. Smith lowers the mic and looks down at the floor, contemplating. He then removes the championship around his waist, holds it in front of him and looks down at it as he begins to speak again. I finally regained this championship. I finally climbed back to the top. I hold this championship, not to add prestige to my name, but as a symbol. A symbol that you don't have to listen to everyone else, you don't have to give into the business. I hold this championship as a representation that the true heroes of this company can make it to the top yet a man who claims to be one of those that I want to help stands in front of me and questions my integrity. How am I the one who isn't thankful? How am I the on- Out of nowhere, Smith is interrupted by a chair shot to the back of the head by a hooded man. Smith falls to the floor in pain as FDS begins to laugh. The hooded man hesitates for a second but then, FDS demands him to continue the attack. The hooded man relentlessly delivers chair shot after chair shot to the already injured arm of Smith until FDS tells him to stop. Still maniacally laughing, FDS walks over to the hooded man and unhoods him, revealing it to be Jonathan. Jonathan looks down at the destroyed body of Smith with remorse before looking at FDS with disgust and then leaving the ring.
  12. Smith's Graphics

    A sig for The Commonwealth stable as requested by @Ropati
  13. A Meeting.

    After a suspension-dwelling recess, the notable chamber consanguineous with BPZ's World Heavyweight Champion tears through the anticipation, provoking a frenzy of cheers and screams from the EVOLVE fans as they voice their excitement. The tune is sharply pursued by a blitz of black and white lights, flashing as they illuminate the ominously gloomy arena. The burst of luminosity withers into just a sole spotlight shining within the eerie darkness. The solitary beacon of light shines down on the stage and blesses the body of the champion as he staggers onto the stage, making his presence. The beam follows the ambiguous character as he, step-by-step, meanders to the top of the ramp with a towel draped over his bowed head. Once he reaches the front of the stage, he stops. He gradually raises his arm out in front of himself as if he is desperately reaching for FDS, who remains stood in the ring. Suddenly, Smith snaps his hand close before then ripping the towel off of his head. As the towel crashes onto the mat, the lights return, exposing a bandage wrapped around Smith's arm, presumably due to the brutal beatdown from FDS only days ago, and the BPZ World Heavyweight Championship fastened tightly around his waist, despite FDS' request for him to not bring it with him here tonight. The champion doesn't hesitate and begins to march to the ring more determined than ever. He quickly slides into the ring and storms up uncomfortably close to FDS. The two stare down fiercely, face to face, with zero fear shown in the eyes of either man. Smith slowly removes the title from around his waist and nobly hoists it up in the air. After an electrifying confrontation of harrowingly immense ferocity, Smith peers past FDS at the engrossed crewman before then going over to the side of the ring to collect a microphone. After acquiring the microphone, Smith remains to look away from the sinister individual set behind him and instead, leans on the ropes, gazing across the crowd, as he begins to speak. F... D... S... The affluent deity who just couldn't bear the notoriety anymore so decided to take it upon himself to snap and redesign himself as a merciless, barbarous, unrelenting troglodyte yet somehow, you find it righteous to falsely enlighten these people with a tale where I am the one who caused such heart strain, where I am the one who caused such derelict. The fact that you thought nothing of me is neither my concern nor my fault. The fact that even after failure after failure of attempting to beat me for the Intercontinental Championship, you couldn't realize what you had to do to beat me is far from my fault. Yes, I understand you did eventually have your hand raised as I was left laying on the canvas but at what cost? Every ounce of integrity left in you was lost, any respect you had earned was tainted and whatever purity you could claim perished. It's about time that you realize that the answer you were so desperate for was not the one you found. As Smith seals his lips, he turns back to his peer stood inside the ring with him. Smith, at a sinisterly slow pace, creeps up behind FDS. He raises the microphone up to his mouth as he begins to utter into the ear of his foe. From the rainmaker to a maniac. From prosperous superstar to deranged zealot. From vain narcissist to... From egocentric counterfeit to... Truly, you haven't changed at all yet you persist to wonder why you are where you are. Sure, attacking me the first time led to you obtaining the glory you had desired for so long but for how long did that last? A month? What do you expect to happen this time around FD? Smith portentously circles FDS but doesn't look at him once. He keeps his head down until he comes to a stop, planting his feet directly in front of his adversary. Smith direly raises his head and catches eyes with FDS. He glares deep into FDS' eyes as he continues to speak, retaining his silky tone. To speak to me of my sins is ludicrous when you are as rotten as those that you oppose, those that I know you sincerely loathe. No, I am not talking about myself. Without names, you know exactly who I am referring to. To declare yourself as my purifier is beyond absurd when it's coming from a treacherous swindler as yourself. Nevertheless, you are right about one thing. The eighth sin is my most cherished of all and I have no problem telling you and this whole arena why. The tone of Smith now begins to simmer as an underlying, bewildering fury emerges. After years of scratching and clawing through this relentlessly nefarious company, I realized that to struggle against my own demons and neglect the sins that be was more than unwise. I began to welcome the evils that be and thus, I was welcomed by them. I thought that I could guide others down the same route and bless them too but ignorance and arrogance engraved into them by society caused futile blindness. Instead, I was ordained with the knowledge of a sin deeper than imaginable and that sin is exactly the one that you farcically speak of. So when you threaten to make my heart numb and cause me unspeakable pain, you need to realize that my heart is already putridly black and that no form of intimidation shall cause me to hesitate. I know you love to inflict pain upon your opponents but I welcome exactly that. Cause me pain, rip me limb from limb, but do not be surprised when I torture you ten times worse, do not be shocked when I continue to march past you. If you want to cause me inhumane agony, if you want to drag me through hell and finally put an end to this, how about we deliver each other to the devil... IN A DEATHMATCH! Smith snatches the microphone away from his mouth as his breathing is now unwieldy heavy and his gaze is cursed with pure ire. He continues to stare into the eyes of FDS and FDS continues to look back.

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