To be the World Wrestling Federation Champion, there is no parallel, no higher accolade in the sport.

To be champion is the dream of every competitor who's ever entered the squared circle.

From collegian champions to former gridiron grapes, from second generation superstars with championship pedigree,

to first-year rookies with youthful aspirations,

from Olympic heroes to the master of the octagon,

from a renegade with a cold-blooded identity,

to a man who would willingly exchange three personas for one with a champion's label. Tonight, 30 men who dared to dream.

Thirty battle-scarred warriors who have spilled blood, sweat, and endured the agonies,

who have labored in the cold shadows for that one precious chance to seize the championship spotlight

are on a collision course with destiny.

Tonight, 30 men will batter each other, sacrifice their bodies, betray friendships, embrace

the soulless ally that is desperation.

To the victor go the spoils.

To the winner, a once-in-a-lifetime chance to become the next era parent. To the winner, a once in a lifetime chance to become the next era parent.

To the Throll.

Royal Rumble Time, come on, grab your friends.

We're going back to 98 with Tom the Twat and Jack the bastard.

I've got ibuprofen. It's Rumble Time.

Welcome to the Rad reactions to Royal Rumble 1998

from the cultaholic classic, Roar Review,

formidable allies known as the Radio Percedure Without Portfolio, Tom Campbell,

with Mulligan to Mac O'Hare, the rambunctious

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