Voting IWT Anarchy - Schizo vs. Cousin Eddy

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Shadow, Sep 22, 2016.


Who Won?

Poll closed Sep 26, 2016.
  1. Schizo

  2. Cousin Eddy

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  1. #1 Shadow, Sep 22, 2016
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    The following contest is scheduled for onefall..

    (@Jacob Fox) Schizo vs. Cousin Eddy (@B1skit)

    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.​
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  2. The camera comes in to the IWT crowd, chanting away after a great match. The arena lights immediately cut, and the crowd go quiet. Children's laughter begins to play through the speakers, and a small cheer can actually be heard. The laughing children speak through the darkness in unison.

    All work and no play makes Eddy a dull boy.

    Cousin Eddy's theme begins to play, and a spotlight shines on stage. The 6'8'' monster of a man is sitting on the stage and staring at the floor. He's wearing his usual unbuttoned overalls, as well as a red flannel bandanna around his ankle and new combat boots. His body is wrapped up in white tape, most likely after his brawl with Shizo at Summerslam. As the intro to the theme dies, and the actual song begins, Eddy looks up at the crowd. He stares into the darkness, concentrating on nothing and no one but the ring in front of him. Slowly, Eddy begins to stand, and reveals that he has a microphone in his hand. A camera appears from under Eddy, and the manchild breaks his stare to smile at the cameraman. Eddy begins to laugh and raises the microphone.

    Hello friends! It's been a... long time...

    Eddy pauses, taking a deep breath.

    Schizo, friend, I know you're listening... hello friend!

    The psycho smiles into the camera and waves.

    Friend, that game was the funnest thing I ever did, but I know it could of been better... I'm still standing.

    He begins walking forward, slowly but surely. The spotlight leaves the stage and begins to follow him.

    It could have been... so much better... and it can be. Friend, I heard somebody had a fancy paper, and who had that paper got to play with you.

    Eddy reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a crumpled up contract.

    I got that fancy paper now.

    As he begins to laugh, some of the cheers die down. What did he do to get that?

    Friend, we're going to play our game again... but I know if you win, you'll leave. I know if you win, everyone will leave. Last time, they all left, no more fun for eddy... until now. I know that if I win, I get that shiny thing, and nobody will leave again. I don't want to be left behind, friend, I'm sorry...

    Eddy reaches the ring, and stops.

    I know you love that shiny thing, but... it's not about fun this time.

    Eddy walks over to the steel turnbuckle pole and punches it as hard as he can, leaving a small dent in the pole.

    I need to win this game, friend, even if I have to leave you in a pile of blood...

    He rolls into the ring, and sits on the mat. Cousin Eddy looks the the ramp, and tilts his head.

    You can't win if you can't move...

    Eddy keeps staring coldly down the ramp, waiting for his friend to come out, waiting for his shiny thing to be brought to him.

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  3. The lights go out and the arena is quiet. A guy in the front row wearing a Donald Trump "Make America Great Again" hat hears a ringtone that he never downloaded begin playing on his cell phone. He takes his phone out and looks curiously at it.

    Schizo comes from behind the curtain, clad fully in black ring gear, wearing the IWT TV Championship around his waist. He walks over to the Donald Trump supporter and insists that he answer his phone.

    Trump Supporter: You're an illegal immigrant! You don't belong here!

    Schizo hands the Trump supporter his green card and then walks away from him.

    Schizo: Friend Eddy, have you ever felt like you failed at something? Have you ever felt that there was something you wanted to accomplish but you fell just a tiny bit short? Have you failed and has that failure eaten at your very soul for so long that you have felt like you will never be whole again until you rectify that failure? Has that ever happened to you?

    Schizo takes off the TV belt and holds it up.

    Schizo: I am talking about our last match. But I am not talking about you failing to win this belt. The belt is a toy. You're right when you've said that the belt brings people to you. But it does more than that. It brings people who want to play to you, and it brings out the most violent inner natures of those people. This belt makes people act in ways that they never would have before. It makes them greedy. It makes them violent. It makes cheaters out of honest men. Yes, this belt alters people's lives.

    But you see, when I speak of failure, I am not speaking of your failure to capture this belt. I am speaking of my own failure the last time that we faced each other for it. I promised you a fight of such violence that it would bring you joy in your old age when the aches in your bones reminds you of it. But despite the sheer brutality of our death match, we both walked away from it with no serious injury. You see, the failure was mine.

    Schizo runs his hands through his hair, at times angrily pulling out balls of hair while doing it.

    Schizo: But failure, friend Eddy, is not an end. It is only a means to an eventual end. It is the motivation to not fail again, the drive to not achieve my goals the second time around. IT IS THE DEMON THAT TORMENTS ME AND NEEDS TO BE SLAIN.

    Schizo composes himself.

    Schizo: When you and I walked away from what should have been the most violent, bloody, disgusting and career crushing match in the history of the IWT, I failed. I failed me, I failed you, I failed the IWT audience... all except the Trump supporter, since he doesn't like immigrants anyway.

    I will learn from my mistakes. While this isn't a death match like before, I will suggest that the referee not disqualify me at all for what I am about to do... assuming he wants to be the only one to walk away from this match. Because either you or me is going to have this belt after this is through. And the one that does won't be able to walk out of this arena on his own feet. The one who wins will be rolled out on a stretcher. His body will be broken, his skin lacerated, and he'll likely need several skin grafts before he can defend this title the next time. I think we both agree that the one who loses will be in much worse shape than that.

    That contract, Eddy. I know what you did to get it.

    Schizo once again holds up the belt.

    Schizo: Can you do the same to get this?
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  4. Eddy stands up and sticks his head through the ropes. The camera comes close to the beast, showing the desire in his eyes.

    That thing... I need that thing, friend. Last time, I told you that if you wanted to keep the shiny thing, you'd have to kill me. You didn't kill me, you only hurt me really, really bad. You can fight, you can bleed, and you can me bleed too, but you can't kill me. You know what I had to do to get this fancy paper, and you want to know if I can do the same thing for that?

    Eddy laughs.

    You don't have what it takes to kill me friend, but I have what it takes to kill you. If you think I'll stop just because I'm a little hurt, then you don't know how much I need that shiny thing.

    Eddy pushes himself off of the ropes. He cocks his head sideways and stares venomously at Schizo.

    For some reason, friend, you like me. For some reason, you like playing with me.

    But Friend, I don't like you. You confuse me. I don't like being confused. You're so excited to play tonight, you're so happy to get hurt...

    Cousin Eddy shakes his head.

    Oh well, I guess we can make a trade. I'll hurt you as much as you want, and I'll take that shiny thing. I think it's a fair trade.

    Eddy give Schizo a wide grin.
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  5. Schizo drops the Television Championship belt over his shoulder. His eyes are all that are showing of his face and they suddenly take on a much more menacing and psychotic look than they had before. It's almost as if another personality has taken over. The more friendly looking Schizo is gone and he now has taken on the more evil demeanor that his opponents are used to seeing.

    Schizo: When I won this belt, one very important thing happened. It established a very high bar that will be very difficult for anyone to reach. Whoever takes this belt from me will have to do something that no other wrestler has ever done. He will have to go to the depths of Hell to win it.

    I have no illusions that I am the best wrestler in the world, or any such subjective nonsense. But there is undoubtedly no one in the entire world of professional wrestling that is more difficult to beat than me. I never submit and pinning my shoulders down to the mat is next to impossible because you nearly need to kill me in order to get me in the position to do so. How do you make someone quit when he likes the pain you're inflicting upon him?

    I confuse you, Eddy? You don't know why I like playing? You don't know why I want you to hurt me like you hurt the man you got that contract from? Let me tell you a story.
    Pain is a much different thing for me than it is for most. You see, when I was a young boy, I once went hiking in the hills of Fukushima, Japan. There was a lush valley covered with fog. As I was walking down the hill, I slipped when my foot hit a rock. I tumbled down the steep and jagged hill, the rocks ripping my flesh as I rolled down the hill. My fall was broken by a briar patch. I hit the patch hard, further scarring my already ripped and torn flesh to shreds. It took me hours to get myself out of the briar patch. I had to extract the briars from my ruptured skin and muscles very slowly... it was like someone had wrapped me tightly in endless loops of barbed wire. Often when I had gotten the natural barbs out of my skin, a simply movement caused more to imbed themselves. When I finally was able to emerge from the briar patch, I was drenched in my own blood. I was nearly delirious from the blood loss. I knew that I had injuries that would eventually need hundreds of stitches to repair. I knew that once I was healed I would be so scarred and ugly that I'd eventually have to wear a mask. I should have been distraught... but it wasn't distress that I was feeling.

    Then, as I stood outside the briar patch, I peered through the fog. To my surprise, I was standing in front an abandoned amusement park. It was overgrown with brush, the rides were rusted and covered in moss. The sign on the park read, "Takakanonuma Greenland: The Happiest Place on Earth." It was upon reading that sign that I realized that it was right. It was the happiest place on Earth and as I stood there, in blinding and searing agony and looking like I had just spent 100 years being tortured by the Cenobites. I was elated. I was happy. I was home.

    You see, Eddy, I like pain and I think of pain as my friend. It has kept me company living the lonely nights in that valley. I've had agony to warm my heart.

    Schizo walks closer to the ring. He takes the Television title and throws it at the referee, who grabs it.

    Schizo: You see Eddy, I was lost before that day I fell in the briar patch. It was only as I emerged from it that I knew I wanted to be back in it. I wanted to have my skin pierced by the barbs once again. I wanted to feel the hot agony they caused. Ever since then, my life has been about finding a fighter who can recreate that excrutiating experience for me. You have come closer than most, but you still have fallen way short of the line.

    I don't have to kill you, Eddy. I didn't kill you in the last match yet I won. So I already know what it takes to defeat you. I don't have to kill you, all I have to do is hurt you.

    You, on the other hand, have a much higher mountain to climb. You have to hurt me more than that briar patch did. You are going to have to leave me so bloody and jagged that I don't enjoy it anymore. Because you see, it's only when I stop enjoying the pain that you have a chance at beating me. It's the only time I can possibly be beaten. You need to find that line that no one yet has been able to find.

    I know what it takes to beat you. I am willing to go further than I had before. You still have to figure out what it takes to beat me.
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  7. What error did you get?
  8. nvm Shadow I see it now.

    EDIT: Going to be a few @Shadow

    Be patient fellas
  9. Try now.
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  10. I really enjoyed the promos from B1skit in this one. Jacob Fox did quite good himself, but I didn't really like that Trump part. The Trump part seems like something thrown in for the sake of throwing in a joke. Jacob still took round two for me though. I loved the first promo from B1skit which is why he's getting my vote.
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  11. @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!
  12. Voted before you tagged me. *hipster*
  13. :idk:
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  14. All of my entrances have been jokes, actually.
  15. Some people disagreed, but they instantly died
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  16. True :) Although I thought the midget dying was the funniest one :)

    And honestly, I don't care if someone votes against me for the jokes either. We all have our reasons. I just wanted to point out that I make jokes, and lame jokes at that, in every match I've done so far :)
  17. Also just because I need to dijest this...

    First you killed Richard the midget (will hear from my lawyers)

    Now you freaked out a Trump supporter.

  18. Actually the midget was killed by Mimiko from the movie One Missed Call, upon whom my ring entrance is based. Forward all legal inquiries to her.

    And the Trump supporter wasn't freaked out. He, in fact, was very obviously not intimidated by Schizo in any way.
  19. First, idc who was responsible, I need to sue for Richard. It's what he would have wanted... (RIP Richard 2015-2016)

    Second...could you have gave the Trump supporter The Claw? Then one to the real Trump? Pleeeeaaaaaasssssssseee? *pouts*