Voting IWT Anarchy- Jack Forté vs. James Dragon

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Shadow, Sep 23, 2016.

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Who won?

Poll closed Sep 27, 2016.
  1. Jack Forté

    33.3%
  2. James Dragon

    42.9%
  3. Participants & Partners

    23.8%
  1. #1 Shadow, Sep 23, 2016
    Last edited by a moderator: Sep 24, 2016
    The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is for the Intercontinental Championship!

    (@Shadow) Jack Forté vs. James Dragon (@Drag)

    The rules are as follows:

    -No interuptions, only competitors can post here
    -Pictures, videos, livestream etc. are all banned, apart from titantron entrances.
    -The first promo must be posted within 24 hours.
    -There is a 2 promo limit.
    -Voting will then last for 24 hours after the last promo is posted.

    Voting for yourself will result in instant disqualification and suspension

    Please don't post during the match. If you need to post an OOC post,
    it needs to be important, short and be in a Spoiler.​
     

  2. Smoke begins to caress the top of the stage as the familiar cry of “I just up yours baby!” echoes throughout the arena. The crowd boo’s but a select few make some audible cheers, various Bullad Club signs and shirts being held proudly in the audience. Amongst the smoke a black figure appears, holding out his arms and looking up at the sky in an almost Christ like fashion. The figure stares ahead at the ring and marches through the smoke to reveal James Dragon, wearing midnight purple tights with the Bullad Club logo in a sparkling white gold on his legs. Dragon carries himself with his usual arrogance and houses a small smile on his face, but his eyes are intense as he makes his way to the ring, largely ignoring the crowd and their mixed reception. Dragon enters the ring and is quickly handed a microphone by a stage hand. Despite this, he spends a few moments silently staring out at the entrance ramp. As if staring into the bowels, looking for Jack Forté.

    Eventually, Dragon slowly moves the microphone up to his mouth.

    “Have you ever saw a man with an addiction? Asked what’s wrong with him? Why he needs to keep satisfying himself despite the world and his body rapidly passing him by? He’d tell you, there isn’t anything else. He has nothing, save for his next fix.”

    “Jack Forté. As with any other match I’ve had, people keep looking at me as the guy that’s out of his league. But the funny thing about that is; you’ve been the only person to look at me and know, that your time is ticking down. I don’t just mean your time as Champion either, I mean your time of being fulfilled, of being happy. Tonight at Anarchy, these people are going to witness me ripping your soul out from your very body, as I hold up the Intercontinental Championship and continue to usher in a new era.”


    Dragon paces back and forth, eyes still fixated on the empty entrance ramp.

    “Just like you’ve told Bishop and Reagan, that title is all that matters to you. But that’s exactly why they couldn’t beat you Jack. See, they wanted a trophy, a head on the wall. The title and the end of your streak were two bonuses on a resume to them. Even my brothers Danny and Scott, two men that I hold to a standard higher than anyone else in this sport. Couldn’t beat you. Because all they wanted was to be the one to put you down and wear your title. But now there’s a cause. I’ve spoke about ad nauseam yes, but it’s what separates me from everyone else that’s stepped up to you.”

    “Everyone one of ‘em hates you. Every one of ‘em wants to destroy you. Everyone of ‘em wants to hold up your head like a trophy. To me. You’re an obstacle. Any hatred on my part is due solely to that one fact. Any accolade that follows my name from victory is just a formality. By beating you and taking your title, I don’t get a trophy. I get to make a difference. I beat the unbeatable, not to prove I can, but to force change. Not change like Reagan Cole wanted and not to poster my face along these walls like everyone else wanted. But to continue the Bullad Club’s unending mission to make this sport and this company a better one.”

    “And that terrifies you.”

    “A world where Jack Forté is no longer the I.C Champion is a world that doesn’t make sense to you. What does make sense is someone who just wants a trophy. They can be beaten. Because your desire is stronger than theirs. But from the moment the Bullad Club formed and we beat you down and left you with a concussion. In the back of your mind you’ve known that time is running out. Acting like Reagan Cole was a viable threat as I tore my way through every competitor bar my own brother in the Grand Prix. Acted like Bishop could be the one to take you down as I beat down Nick in a steel cage match. Hell, I even delivered Bishop to you as a broken, uncertain man. Yet you still had the balls to hold up your title at the end of the match and bask in the adulation you didn’t deserve.”


    Dragon stops. He leans against the ropes at the front.

    “The clock is counting down Jack. All the cliches and bravado you spout are soon to be meaningless. Your attack on me will be for nought. Your reign is ending. And your fulfillment is leaving.”

    James frowns.

    “You ever seen a man with an addiction?”
     
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  3. A hush falls over the crowd as they wait for a response to James' words. Seconds pass yet they feel like hours, and the tension is nearly unbearable. Before too long faint sounds start to play, building up to a blown out familiar song.

    The theme that was heard on IWTMania IV finally kicks in, and is met to a gracious reception. The lights start pulsating from green to brown, as Jack's entrance video finally starts to play on the titantron. Forté walks out moments later looking noticeably different. His hair is let down, and his beard has grown back out. Jack also doesn't have his standard attire either, sporting only black cargo pants, black combat boots, and white tape around his hands. The Intercontinental Title is seen dangling from one hand, and a mic clenched in the other. Forté wastes no time as he marches towards the ring with a stern expression, but he doesn't enter the ring.

    Jack flips the IC title up onto his shoulder, and waits for everything to simmer.

    I feel like I give off this weird vibe about me, that I like to play it safe. That when you see me walk down that ramp, nine times out of ten I do the exact same thing. That when I hold up a microphone to my face, you're going to expect that I'll say something about how all I ever wanted is my championship. That it is my soul, and that you'd have to kill me to take it away.

    It's just something at this point, each and every single person in the back has come to expect. But you know what they say, always expect the unexpected. And I know damn well that you did not expect this from me, Dragon.

    But you should know something...

    Forté makes his way up the steps, enters the ring, and stands toe to toe with James.

    This is exactly what I expected from you. Because you said it best, I have mainly fought people who hated me. That their main goal was to use my head as a trophy. And while that's mainly what I have been dealing with, it isn't all I know how to take care of.

    I learned long ago how to stave off competitors like that, so if you think that in the meantime I was just honing in on that you've got another thing coming. You do not stay on top for as long as I have without knowing how to take on all comers. Especially the type that talk about ushering in a new era.

    Jack steps back and pauses to gather his thoughts.

    Yeah, you know the type. We've been seeing it quite a lot lately. The latest being the person who fought your bother in arms, to be exact. And Fargo shut down that argument by saying that the new era was ushered in by the Bullad Club, and I know that you would be inclined to agree. And that you beating me here tonight would propel that new era into full force.

    But let's make one thing clear, this new era was not crafted by the Bullad Club. Sure the Bullad Club might have made the IWT cool to be apart of again, but by no means does that give you enough of a stake. It was crafted through the blood and sweat of everyone who fought at IWTMania IV, who fought to keep the doors open one more day. The Bullad Club might've kicked the door open, but there would be no door if it wasn't for us.

    Like I said, you guys did kick the door open. I have to give credit where credit is due. Don't get me wrong. But that credit, its gotten to your head. And its going to pop under the pressure tonight.

    I'd say that I came out here to a different style, but I can tell you're eager to shut my shit down. That while I can dress different, act different, I am still the same person. Stopping at the ringside to talk to you, before standing face to face with you. That I am still trying to undermine your determination, as well your Club's credibility at all costs.

    And you'd be right, for the most part. I can't help how I act, or what I say, but I can assure you that when the bell rings you will not know what to expect. Because I am not ready for just another match, I am ready for a war.
     
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  4. Dragon stares at Jack. Stoically glaring into his eyes, judging him.

    James shakes his head.

    "Pathetic."

    "What was I not expecting from you Jack? W-Was I not expecting you to puff your chest out and be yet another to threaten to tear the Club apart? I'll concede you caught me off guard slightly when you tried to imply that I was underestimating exactly why you're the Champion. But that was primarily because I felt I had made it clear. Jack, I don't think you're a bad Champion. Hell, I don't even think you're a truly bad person. I just think that you're blinded, deluded and stricken with that belt that you hang on your shoulder. But I also think that desire to keep said Championship is the main reason it's still with you. No one can match that Jack, not even me. But like I said, I don't have to. I have my own goals in mind."

    "Oh, but you already cracked that didn't you? That the Bullad Club 'Kicked the door down' but because we didn't help this company live for a few more hours in it's dying days we somehow have no right to lay claim to aiding in it's resurgence. I think you've been spending too much time around the IW3 Jack, the Bullad Club's goal from day one! Was to change this sport for the better, because people like us we're being passed over and undervalued for too long. We didn't come together to save IWT and not once have we even tried to claim that, that was just a happy coincidence. So don't try to stand there and tell me any sort of credit has gone to my head. I don't need you or anyone else to give me personal vindication. It's too little too late."

    James' frown intensifies as he gets in Forté's face.

    "How dare you."

    "How dare you have the arrogance to look me in the eye and tell me you're ready for a 'war'. That I act like this is 'Just another match'. I know exactly what to expect from you in a match Jack. Nothing. I haven't lay claim to knowing your every move like you clumsily try to allude. I am fully aware that you will go to any lengths to silence me, to lay a blow to the Club and, most importantly, to keep your title. But you know something Jack? For all the statements you've made otherwise and hell, even the statement I've made. I don't believe you truly know how far I'M willing to go. You've beaten the toughest, absolutely. So I and my associates made a statement by laying you and Bishop out, then shipping you both to the emergency room."

    "I don't underestimate you Jack. But make no mistake, I am a bad man. I'm not as physically strong as Danny Jacobs or even as psychologically gifted as Scott Fargo. But make no mistake about it. The reason I haven't got a loss to my name and they do is because when the bell rings and the time for talking is done I am willing to hit the hardest, I am willing to last the longest. And make no mistake, I am willing to sink the lowest to win. Not out of petty personal pride, but because every time I walk into this ring I HAVE to win! Because If I lose then THEY win!"

    Dragon points towards the entrance ramp.

    "Everybody that said I couldn't do it! Everybody that past me and my brothers by! Everybody that told me I wasn't good enough!"

    "Jack Forté' you are the Intercontinental Champion, and you have beaten all comers because you will simply not be broken in your resolve to keep that title."

    "But you don't understand. I don't think you've ever understood."

    Dragon's frown softens slightly. He looks at Forte with a hard stare.

    "If I can't beat you tonight. Then I am not as good as I say I am."

    "That is all the determination I need Jack Forté. So you can try all you want. You'll never dissuade me. And you can try to expect everything you want from me. I really don't care. But you'll never have an answer for how far I am willing to go to beat you tonight at Anarchy. You'll never match how much I want this. No matter how many names you drop from your list of past victories."

    Dragon steps back but keeps his eyes focused on Forté. Almost emotionless, as if drained from the outpour before.

    "You better be prepared for a war Jack. But you'd best aim a little bit higher than that. I'll go all night if that's what it takes. You can expect whatever you want from me, but that is the honest to God truth."

    "You're wrong about one thing though Jack. A new era is beginning no matter the outcome. Because either I beat you or I take you to lengths you can never reach again and leave you as a shell of a man. These next words, I say quite a bit. Every time I've said it my assessments have generally been right on the money. But to you, I say these words with more conviction than I've said to anyone else."

    "Your brush with greatness is over."

    Dragon flicks the microphone towards Jack where it bounces harmlessly off his chest. There is a surprisingly large cheer from the crowd but Dragon pays them no mind as he removes his Bullad Club shirt and stands in the corner of the ring.
     
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  5. Jack paces back and forth, and casually kicks James' mic out of the ring. Forté stares at Dragon for a couple of moments, stops in his tracks, and raises his microphone.

    That's where you are wrong, Dragon. I am not the Intercontinental Champion because of an unbreakable resolve. Truth be told, in order to be the champion you have had to have your resolve broken from day one. When I stood across Bishop, a man whom you beat, I told him that I am a survivor. And those words still ring true.

    Throughout the war I went through with him we had many a battle, and I did whatever it took to survive! He tried to throw me off a stage, so I lowblowed him right then and there. He attacked me in the hospital you put us in, and I tried to kill him in return! And when we finally met in the ring, he gave some of the worst contusions I have received to date. He busted me open with his belt, and when it came time; I used a steel chair when the referee was down to help pick up the win!

    Every single person who has stood in-front of me before you, they have wanted to expose me as the fraud I am. And you know what?

    Jack pauses and takes the title off his shoulder with his free hand.

    They were right. If they thought that showing the IWT Universe that I am not some morally just fighting champion, that there would be nothing left of me. But here I am, admitting everything they tried to reveal to everyone.

    Forté walks over to Dragon and meets him head on in the corner.

    Look at me, James. You are not looking at the strongest man in the IWT, you aren't even looking at the most gifted man in the IWT. You're simply looking at a man with a fire in his eyes burning worth a thousand suns, and the drive to make sure he keep what he fights for. That, THAT is a man with an addiction.

    I am addicted to staying right where I am, and like a junkie I will do anything and everything it takes to get what they want. You claim that you're willing to sink as low as it takes to beat me, well you're not the only one.

    I already got the answer I am looking for, James Dragon. You answered it for me the moment you mentioned that you have to win, to prove each and every single doubter you have had wrong. Because it revealed to me just exactly who I would be facing tonight.

    From the past few months it seemed like all you wanted to was to prove just how good you are to yourself, to show that you do indeed belong here. It seemed that while you did surround yourself with a group, that you were still setting out for you! But your addiction isn't about proving your self worth, it's merely being accepted. By your doubters, by your co-workers, by these fans.

    You claim that you are different from everybody else that I have fought, but you aren't. You may be more crafty, more despicable, but you are driven by the same thing at heart.

    But do not look to the Bullad Club, and do not look to the crowd. The only person you have anything to prove to right now is yourself. And when you're addiction gets the best of you, you will know who to blame.

    Jack backs up from James, and he lowers his microphone. He proceeds to mouth:

    Blame yourself.
     
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  6. @THG?: Alias Antonio
    @Shadow: Jack Forté
    @Gav in da BPL!: Gav the Chav
    @Roadster: Michael
    @Nickelodeon: Nick
    @Jacob Fox: Schizo
    @King B: Declan Zanotto
    @impactking: Chris Young/Lilith Young/Ashley Young
    @CBK_15: Jack Lux
    @Ring Rust: Perceval "Rusty" Donohue
    @Drag: James Dragon
    @Ryan Davis: Ryan Davis
    @rydogg: Braeden Cross
    @Mad Dojax: Scott Fargo
    @Ovaldinho: Luis Ovaldhino/Lord Lee
    @Indy: Danny Jacobs
    @AfricanScatMahn: The Scat
    @B1skit: Cousin Eddy
    @Forrest OAKADA: Leo Taylor
    @C.M. Shaddix: Corey Marcus "C.M." Shaddix
    @Chrxsiie: Raine
    @TheTNHMaster: Chris Kaizer
    @Blind: Mark Knight
    @Botchie Botcherson: Arno Frye
    @KevinJamesFan: Ronnie S. Huxley
    @Dylan™ : Guernica
    @Dat Kid: Dat Kid
    @RedDwarfTechy: Colt Hellbeck
    @TheWUKMaster: The Blackfire
    @Gino Bambino: Louie Aldo
    @Aurtle the Turtle: Rio Nakayama
    @Beaver: Ivy Hale
    @Black Wizard: Kelsey Taylor
    @Jet Starr: Slate Bass
    @TheFrostyBlur: Tyson Storm
    @Electro: Darius LaVonte
    @NickThePenguin: Brad Blitz
    @Adamska.: Adam Burke
    @Swing Car: Paul Allen
    @Black Iron PJ: Paul Ravana
    @SmackChat-Luke: Artemis
    @SupaHeeroh: Buster Gate
    @Y2JCake: Alexander Adams

    Read and vote!
     
  7. interesting. this gonna be a close ass match tbh.
     
  8. Really close match, enjoyed both promos.

    @Shadow: I don't know if it was just me but that green made it impossible to read the actions, had to highlight it. Maybe it's because I use the 'dark' theme for the site?
     
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  9. yeah some of the colours looks great until you actually post.
     
  10. Forte won the 1st round, Dragon won the 2nd. Would not be surprised to see this going to sudden death
     
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    (marked hard for the cow chip gif brother andrew)
     
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  14. Really liked Forte's first promo, his 2nd was great also but I felt like some parts were worded a bit weirdly to me.

    Drag's first promo was good but I feel like Forte countered it, in the 2nd promo Drag came back with a lot stronger when talking about the new era.

    Feel like Drag had more meat to his 2nd promo and that alone was why he got the vote.
     
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  15. I respect you.
     
  16. never forget.
     
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  17. Indy has autism what do you expect~
     
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  18. Pushed me to hit that sub button, probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Appreciate it pal
     
  19. now go sub to idubbbztv.
     
  20. This is one of the toughest matches i've ever had to vote in ngl. I fuckin loved Drag's first promo and feel like he won the first round, but Shadow absolutely crushed the second round so it really is a 1-1 tie for me. I'm not gonna do a lame ass coin flip or anything but it is close enough where I feel like I need to do one.

    At the end of the day, i vote for who's promos i enjoyed reading more and enjoyed reading more a second time through. This time around it has to be James Dragon. Both terrific, MOTY candidate in my eyes, and i actually hope this goes to sudden death.
     
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