Voting IWT Retribution - Jack Forte vs. Scott Fargo

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Roadster, Jun 18, 2016.


Who won?

Poll closed Jun 19, 2016.
  1. Scott Fargo

  2. Jack Forté

  1. The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the IWT Intercontinental Championship

    (@Shadow) Jack Forté vs. Scott Fargo (@Dojo)

    The rules are as follows:

    -No interuptions, only competitors can post here
    -Pictures, videos, livestream etc. are all banned, apart from titantron entrances.
    -Promos will last for up to 24 hours after the 1st promo is posted,
    and 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,
    ask as many questions, as you want. idgaf.

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


  2. As the voices counting down stop and the music kicks in, Scott Fargo emerges from the back into the centre of the stage. He slowly tilts his head back wallowing in the moment and the crowds reaction. Fargo then begins confidently walking down the ramp to the ring with outstretched arms. We can hear the excited and confident voice of Fargo while he walks, shouting into the closest camera.

    “This is my fucking time”.

    Fargo takes his time. Walking around the ring letting the reality of it sink in. He spots a section of Forte fans that are loudly booing Fargo and gets right in their faces.

    “You better be ready for heartbreak tonight, motherfuckers.”

    As Fargo walks away, he looks into the camera and simply says.

    “I’m taking Forte’s undefeated streak and the belt away tonight.”

    Fargo eventually climbs onto the apron and places on hand on the rope as he looks out to crowd. Fargo then climbs into the ring and marches over to the ropes, he climbs onto the second turnbuckle and looks around and shouts at the crowd while pointing at himself and gestures for a belt around his waist.

    “This is my fucking time.”

    Fargo gets a mixed reaction of boo’s and praise. Fargo climbs down and he gets handed a microphone as the music dies down. Fargo stands in the centre of the ring, facing toward the entrance with his head down.

    “The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is the fear of the unknown.”

    Fargo pauses to let the quote from H.P Lovecraft sink into the minds of the audience. Fargo raises his head and begins to pace back and forth looking up the entrance ramp.

    “That is what Jack Forte is defending the IWT Intercontinental Championship against tonight. The unknown. Because that is what I am. I am the unknown. Ever since I beat Perceval Donohue last month to earn this championship shot I have been receiving the same kind of messages over and over. “Scott Fargo is too much of an unknown for a chance like this”, “It’s too quickly for Fargo”, “Fargo isn’t ready for a match like this”. Y'know why people say that? Because I am an unknown. The people don’t know who I am, so they think I’m not ready. The others in the back don’t know me, so they think I got this opportunity too quickly. But this is not about them or what their goddamn opinion is, it’s about me and you, Jack Forte. The Unknown verses The Well-Known. Jack, you could watch my matches from back when I began wrestling to try and study me, but I have undergone a lot of changes since my early years. So that wouldn’t be very useful for anything other than being a waste of time. You could watch my match from last month against Perceval Donohue or my recent match on VICE against The Scat and any keen eye for wrestling could tell that I was only putting in five percent of effort because, let’s be honest here, Against them? That’s all I needed. So studying my most recent matches won’t be of any use either because I never put in one hundred percent because well, quite frankly, I never needed to. For the past five or so years, I have been operating at half of what I am capable of. So any man who thinks they know me, or what I am fully capable of, is a liar. Because they don’t know me nor what I am capable of. I am a complete unknown. And deep down, Jack, that feeling in your guts...that...unsettling feeling. You know what that is right, Jackie boy? That right there, my friend, is fear. The fear of knowing that you're going to come out here to your entrance music, parade around for your fans, climb in this ring, hear the bell and then, realise you will be absolutely helpless against me because you don’t know what I’m capable of when I give it my all.”

    Fargo is cut off by the vocal fanbase of Jack Forte chanting the name of their favourite. Fargo shows no signs of irritation as he happily smiles and leans in the corner until the chants die down.

    “You done yet? Good, now shut your mouths and let me tal-”

    Fargo is cut off once again by the defending champion’s fans. Fargo smiles again, not letting them get under his skin for a second. Fargo continues, talking over the chants until they stop.

    “You see, Jack. You’re a veteran of the IWT. You’re a Hall of Famer, a Legend! You’ve walked down here to this ring a thousand times, and after tonight you’ll probably do it a thousand more. But tonight, Jack, isn’t like those other thousand times. No, this different, Jack. I’m not like Danny Jacobs. I’m not like Alias Antonio. I’m not like Joey Bryant. I’m not like Senhor Perfect. You can’t come out here and talk about our past. You can’t come out here and talk about how you know all of my games and all of my tricks or the ones I keep hidden away up my sleeve. No, tonight, you don’t march to that old tired drum beat. You march out here to an entirely new drum beat. A beat that you and everyone else in the back doesn’t fully understand. A beat that you don’t know shit about. One, that in someway, somewhere deep down, frightens and confuses you because you have never been in a situation like this before. A drum beat that you will lose to.”

    Forte’s vocal fan base now boo his challenger based on his remarks. Fargo just laughs it off and happily smirks. After taking a moment to compose himself, Fargo continues.

    “Now, I’m not out here to say that I’m younger and hungrier than you are and that’s why I’m gonna win because, let’s be honest, you’ve probably heard a hundred other motherfuckers tell you that, so you’re probably just as tired of hearing it as I am when I hear another boring young talent say it to sound cool for the fans. Me? Well, I’m just not like that. I’m just a man that loves coming out here to do something simple, and that is to beat the everloving fuck out of whoever it is standing across the ring from me in any way necessary. And that’s exactly what I plan on doing tonight. So, Jackie, why don’t you come out here and make it quick for us.”

    Fargo stands firmly in the center of the ring with a huge grin on his face, radiating nothing but extreme confidence as he waits for the Champion to make his entrance.
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  3. (Forte's titantron kicks on)

    The somewhat somber, yet unknown song begins pulsating through the arena. And a hush falls over the crowd. The stage lights dim, and light blue & white lasers emit from the tron in sync to the song. At the 00:14 mark Jack steps through the curtains, trying to drown out his gracious applause. He wears no unique entrance gear, and his title hangs from his stiched up arm. Forté seemingly ignores his entrance, sternly walks straight to the ring, and walks up the steps.

    Cut it, cut the music.

    (Music haults)

    (Jack enters the ring)

    Helpless. You've said many a thing, Scotty, but out of everything that one word stuck out the most. And you're right, or at least were right. Ever since I've won my title I have been backed into a corner, I have been on the defensive. Month after month someone has stepped up to me, be it in different manners, and tried to take everything from me. And I have gone with the flow. I get that it comes with the territory, but I have went about it all wrong. When Spawn challenged me after my brutal match I answered, catering to his demands. When Danny attacked me I didn't get revenge, I turned the other cheek and chose to wait for our match.

    But when Bishop--
    (Forté looks at the commentary booth where Bishop is seated and waves) -- when he chose to attack me, it was the final straw. I decided to punch my way out of the proverbial corner I was backed in to, enough was enough! I took the fight to Bishop and we haven't been in the same situation since. And now, I stand toe to toe with you.

    ~ Crowd cheers

    Scott Fargo, the unknown. Well Scotty, you're not wrong. I don't know you. I haven't watched any of your old matches bar the Percy one like you said, but I assume I can't say the same about you. Naming off some of my former opponents, although I haven't faced Alias. Yet. Nevertheless, you must have seen my work. And out of all of them one thing and one thing only has remained constant, and that is the outcome. That's it! I have adapted and evolved with each encounter I have had, just like you. What you saw when I faced Danny is NOT the same man you are getting now!

    Because like you, I am also unknown. Sure you can call me a legend, a man who has stepped in this ring a thousand times. But, BUT, I am not the same man like I said. You have never seen me like this. I may not know the ace up your sleeve, but you do not know what I am capable of! Especially now.

    Until the likes of you, Bishop, and Danny joined the ranks I was complacent. I was complacent with my position, going with the flow match to match. Like you I wasn't giving it my all, not even close! But you guys ignited something under me, something I have needed for a long time. And that is the drive that I had when I first stepped in this business, the drive to prove that I cannot just hang with everyone from any generation BUT to topple them!

    ~ Crowd pops once more

    You cannot be complacent and still be the best in the IWT, you guys just reminded me of that.

    (Jack places his title on the ground)

    Take it, Scotty. TAKE IT! But know this, you're going to have to KILL ME to get it!
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  4. Fargo smirks.

    "I'm not stupid, Jack. I'm well aware I'll have to kill you. I've been prepared for that for over a month now."

    Fargo marches forward, stepping on the championship that Forte made so prestigious, to stand face to face with his opponent.

    "I don't care about the belt, Jack. No, the reason I'm out here to open those stitches on your arm and bleed you dry is because I hate your fucking guts."

    Fargo steps back, keeping an intense stare on Forte.

    "Ever since I became Number One contender for that belt, ever since it was announced that I would be facing you, I have had friends, I've had family, I have had people that are closest doubt me. Every outcome they predict is one where you defeat me and move on to yet another dogged contender. To them it's just another Jack Forte title defence. I mean fuck, you probably think the same. This is just another day at the office. Another guy coming out here and taking a swing at the king. But everyone thinks that I'll take that swing and I'll miss. Do you know what that does to a person, Jack? When not a single person, even those close to you, don't have a single ounce of belief in you? I know what it does to a person. I know what it is doing to me as I talk about it. It eats at me from the inside. It makes me angrier and angrier. And even though I do respect you, Jack, it makes me hate you. It makes me want to take what I'm going to do in this match to a whole other level. Amidst the chaos brought on by being underestimated, I stand here ready to tear you apart. I've been ready ever since the ref's hand hit the canvas for the third time in my match last month. And while no one else can even conceive the prospect of me defeating you tonight, while no one believes it'll happen. I do, Jack. I may be the only person on this planet, or any fucking planet, who does. But I do. I know it in my heart of heart's that I can beat you. I know I can beat you, Jack Forte."

    Scott Fargo takes a moment to pause, while the fan's boo. After a couple seconds, Fargo begins talking over the audience.

    "Whatever beast you have had locked inside of you, whatever you've been holding back, it doesn't bother me one bit because I know I can take whatever you throw at me and keep moving. Whatever you are waiting to unleash doesn't intimidate me. In fact, it excites me. It's been a while since I've had a challenge."

    Fargo looks at Bishop for a second and pays him no mind, and then focuses his attention back at Forte.

    "I want you to realise what this match is to me. To me, this match is a Win-Win situation. Say you do beat me, I'm still the guy who was in the main event of his second IWT PPV, something I'm pretty sure is a record. I'm still the guy who gave Jack Forte his toughest fight yet. I get the recognition, people will take notice of me, people will see just how talented I am and I'll move up in the ranks. And if I beat you? I still get all that, plus I'd be the first guy to defeat you in a long time and take that belt away as a nice little reminder of that fact. You have nothing to gain and everything to lose, Jack. But me? I've got nothing to lose and everything to gain."

    Fargo begins walking back and forth in front of Forte, keeping eye contact while he does. Fargo raises his microphone and we can hear the hint of excitement in his voice.

    "Y'see, regardless of the result, big things are coming. The likes of which IWT has never seen before. Regardless of what happens in our match, Jack, tonight at IWT Retribution, you''ll bear witness to the fall of a legend and the rise of a new one."
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  5. I hate you, I HATE you, I HATE YOU! You and everybody else! That's what all of the people who face me have in common, they hate me. And do you think that's it? Uh-uh Scotty, many MANY people want to see me fall. You don't think that gets to me!?

    (Forté smiles)

    No, it doesn't. I mean, yeah there's people out here who want to see the best for me. But it doesn't matter, none of it matters. Love, hate. You know what I feel about you? Absolutely nothing. Because emotions get the best of you, they're a tragic flaw. I'm not saying that I am flawless, but my emotions aren't one of them. When I look at you I simply view you as a threat. That's it.

    You threaten me, you threaten my entire livelihood! I have nothing to gain? That's simply not the case. If I stop the threat that is Scott Fargo, I gain another day with my life. I gain another day with my title, my soul! I said you would have to kill me to gain the Intercontinental Title, I wasn't lying. You should know the ramifications of death, so you ought to realize just what I have to gain!

    You've already admitted that this match is a win-win for you, but this is life or death for me. So, if you're so sure that you can beat me why are you ok with a loss? I'm not, not at all. If I lose I'm dead, but that won't stop me from haunting your ass! Every move you make, every breath you take I'd be there. I'd be there ready for my next shot. Danny was alright with losing his title, he said he isn't done but I haven't seen him since. But I'm not that easy to get rid of.

    And if you do manage to kill me Scotty, that's it. Because when the time would come for my retribution, well you know what they say. You cannot kill what is already dead. But I'm just going to have to make sure it doesn't come to that.

    (Jack pauses)

    Don't look to anyone else after tonight. Your doubters, or even myself. Because at the end of the day you're not facing Jack Forté, you're facing Scott Fargo. So when those big things come, and you're facing them title-less, do not blame me. Simply look into the mirror, because that is who you will have to blame.

    Blame Yourself.
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  6. Open the voting big boy @Tsar
  7. I'll open it, Tsar too busy thinking of creative ways to call THG bad names.
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  8. Turned the option to change your vote OFF
  9. Guess I gotta do this too:

    @THG?: Alias Antonio
    @Gav in da BPL!: Gav the Chav
    @Tumbas: Spawn/Will Savat
    @Tsar: Michael
    @Nickelodeon: Nick
    @TheArabHammer: Gato Volar
    @Jacob Fox: Schizo
    @seabs: Eric Draven
    @King Barrett: Dylan Grey
    @impactking: Chris Young/Lilith Young
    @CBK_15: Jack Lux
    @Ring Rust: Perceval "Rusty" Donohue
    @Drag: James Dragon
    @Ryan Davis: Ryan Davis
    @rydogg: Braeden Cross
    @Bubblegum: Shinjiro Death
    @Ovaldinho: Luis Ovaldhino/Lord Lee
    @Indy: Danny Jacobs
    @Harrison: Handleman
    @NickThePenguin: Baron Moreau
    @KingsPunch: King Votan
    @AfricanScatMahn: The Scat
    @DemonHunter1257: Al Blizzard
    @B1skit: Cousin Eddy
    @Ricky Daniels: Ricky Daniels
    @Forrest OAKADA: Leo Taylor
    @C.M. Shaddix: Corey Marcus "C.M." Shaddix
    @Crithu: The Ringmaster
    @Thierry: Taigāman
    @Kazzir: Elliot Ryker
    @Chrxsiie: Raine
    @The Jwab: Jwab Atom
    @TNHOffical: Chris Kaizer
    @Blind: Mark Knight

    Read and whatnot
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  10. I taught Shad everything he knows. :adr:
  11. If I wanted to do this I'd still be running FSW with Kid.:pity2:
  12. Was somewhat close after the 1st set of promos but after the 2nd set of promos I felt more than comfortable giving the vote to Dojo. Fargo's in superb form rn, killin' it promo wise at the moment.
  13. goddamnit niggas more people should vote, otherwise we'll have to downgrade Scott Fargo to midcarder status as he's not a real draw~
  14. shaking my damn head @all
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  15. Really really reallyyyy goood match. Took me a long bloody time to decide a winner. Congrats to both guys, you killed it.
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  16. Here's your winner...and STILL IWT Intercontinental Champion...JACK FORTE!
  17. Highly disappointed by the turnout. Also don't feel like I was at my peak, don't really know how I keep sliding by. Dojo is great, love your character. Pulling for you in the tourney bud.
  18. I'm gonna be honest. I'm a little pissed off by this because I honestly thought this was the best I had ever done in my near 4 years of serious e-fedding. I feel like I said and did a lot more in my stuff than what you did in yours. The fact that you did worse than what I was expecting, I mean you even said that it wasn't your best, and still won kind of bothers me. I also feel had more people actually voted I probably would have pulled ahead. Not gonna lie, I feel a little robbed. But whatever, I'm not Jeffry Mason, no point in taking an e-fed too seriously.
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  19. Never got to vote but bravo to Forte