Voting IWT Retribution - Mark Knight vs. Will Savat

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Roadster, Jun 17, 2016.

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Who Won?

Poll closed Jun 21, 2016.
  1. Mark Knight

    33.3%
  2. Will Savat

    66.7%
  1. The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

    (@Tumbas) Will Savat vs. Mark Knight (@Blind)

    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.

    *DING DING DING!*
     

  2. The arena lights begin to become faulty, flickering more and more until no light is left.

    A decent way into the song a golden spotlight illuminates a section of the crowd, revealing a barely visible figure. The figure emits a couple of words that are heard clearly, even over the music.


    Will Savat.

    The light fades for a few moments, and then reappears near the titantron. Revealing a little more of the figure.


    I am aware.

    The light fades once more, and at the 30 second mark a red one brightens the entire ring. Completely showing the figure, the crowd knows that it's the new signee Mark Knight. And yet you can hardly make out what he looks like. He signals for the music to be cut.

    I am aware, Will Savat. I am aware that you have had one match tonight. You had your choice, but your fate would still be the same. To look me in the eye when the time comes, and see. See your last moments here within this ring, this company, even this planet. So it is better that you chose not to postpone your tragic end.

    I am also aware that I am not the first of my kind that has graced these halls. This, this somewhat ominous being. Out here to give you some spiel about this being for a higher purpose, but really their purpose was all the same. The temptations got to them, the glory, the money, the titles. It led them all a stray, but where they failed I will not. Because I come here for one reason and one reason only, and that is to fulfill my contract.

    And my contract comes in the form of a man, and that man is Will Savat. Why Will? Why not someone bigger, someone who holds a title? These questions do not concern me, because the only thing that matters is that his name was signed in ink. That alone should answer the age old adage, the pen or the sword? A sword didn't signal the end for you Will, a pen did. I am merely the instrument that puts everything in order.

    Do not take pride in this, Will. I so know how you love to come out here and gloat about how big of a star you are, how everyone caters to your whim, how you were on Jimmy Kimmel. But none of that mattered. Not to me, not to my Organization. No one is trying to make a name by beating you right now, I'm simply just trying to take your name.
     
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  3. Lol he didn't show up?
     
  4. Tumbas is running scared from @Indy and I guess also @Blind by proxy.
     
    • Creative Creative x 1
  5. And i might of hit him too hard
     
  6. I'm not home, been working all weekend
     
  7. To be fair, who wouldn't run scared from THE BIG GUY~!
     
    • What? What? x 1
  8. This is the last day. All matches will be done by today.
     
  9. #9 Tumbas, Jun 20, 2016
    Last edited: Jun 20, 2016

    [Savat strides out from the curtain still sweating from his previous match. He slicks his hair back a bit as he begins to reply to Blind]

    >Savat: Hold up. Now I am perfectly fine wrestling some guy I don't know, I mean I am sure we can knock something out the park. But what I am not okay about is how you just come out here and start talking like you know me. I don't care if you want to wrestle me. In fact I am more than willing to oblige you with a few kicks to your skull. However I do not come out here and claim to be a star. I am a star, and lately a lot of people have been getting rubbed the wrong way from what I am saying and to be quite frank with you, whoever you are, I couldn't care how it makes these people feel. See I am a bad man. Bad men, we do what we want, say what we want and act how we want. But do you know why? There is something in the very core of each man. A fire that can burn brighter than the very sun itself. That fire is called competition. It is woven deep in our genes and it makes us do crazy things. Competition is what bad people like me want. Whether it be the police, other athletes or t shirts, I gotta be the best. So when competition comes to my door I rip that door of the hinges and I welcome thy. You are not my guest. You are my opponent and that is a sacred bond.

    I live on a trust system of respect. Respect is a dying manner however. We live in an age where people can search your age, where you live, what job you have and what school your children go to.People don't have any respect now. We have our meetings and family reunions with computers and phones. We watch tv on our ipads. So when you come out seeking me, I will run to answer. But that isn't always a good thing to want. You might want my name and you may give no reason, I don't care really because we now share that special bond of opponents. The only thing that matters is who will lose to pinfall. So my mystery opponent. Do you want to share your name as I shared you my respect? Do you want to really take my name? Do you want to see why I am the best in the world?


    [Savat then sits down on the edge of the stage looking at Blind]
     
  10. Phew, on it.
     
  11. You do not seem to get it, do you? I am not trying to be overcomplicated here. But let me simplify things just a little bit in case my message wasn't clear enough. The only thing that binds us is the ink that signed your name. I am not here to be your opponent, I am not here to trade respect.

    My name does not matter, even though it is not Bishop. I am but a faceless agent sent here for one purpose, one reason. And that is to make sure that you do not make it out of here. You may not see this now, but you will. In due time.

    There is no good or evil, just shades of gray. It doesn't matter where you fall on the spectrum, the only thing that matters is that you avoid making the list. And that is something that you have failed to do, and that is why I have showed up here. I tow the lines of the spectrum, erasing the shades that need to be. You are one of them, nothing more. Not to me.

    If raising your stock and being the best in the world is what satisfied you in this lifetime, then good for you. You were able to achieve those things, at least in your eyes. But somewhere along the way you did something, something that warranted your name being added. I am not given said reason as I am just an agent, but it is all I need.

    The only thing that I will reveal to you is my words coming to fruition, as it is the only fate that you will receive. You were blind...

    The lights fade for a couple of moments, silence fills the arena. A red one suddenly illuminates the stage, Mark is seen kneeling next to Will who is still sitting criss-cross.

    But I will make you see, right before I fulfill my contract.
     
  12. [Savat cautiously stands up while watching Blind]

    >Savat: Well then it looks like I was reading you wrong... I figured you were nothing more than another one of these backyard wrestlers, but you are fighting for something special aren't you. I see it in your eyes. You say there is nothing between us but looking at you now it is obvious that unlike the rest of this locker room you actually have a plan. You can claim I am nothing more than a name, but my name is important isn't it? You didn't need anyone else but me. So I think that leaves us in quite a familiar situation. You don't want to over complicate this? Great. Looks like it is me vs you then. I don't care for your agendas or you lists. You can kneel to me for eternity for all I care. What I do care for however, is getting in that ring down there and fighting.

    I don't care what you fight for Blind. That fight has brought you to me and I will fight. I fight with my own reasons. I have no clue who you are but that makes the bullet even sweeter because now I find myself in an opportunity to kick someone else's head in. Blind. You can have my name when I am dead, because when you step into that ring with me you won't be playing with lights. You won't be fighting just some name. You will be fighting Will Savat. Trust me when I say this, no one fights quite like Will Savat. I can babble on about how Will Savat is the best but right now I don't care about that. I just lost a match to some grunger so I am a little exhausted. I got to save up all the energy I got so I can slam your neck on the matand pin you 1-2-3. Then you will see that I am more than just a name.


    [Savat then takes his gaze away from the kneeling Blind as he looks at the audience]

    >Savat: When I talk with this microphone all of these people start booing and interrupt me. Yeah get it all out because I am proving my point right now. Do you hear that Blind? Hear how they hate my guts? These people think they know me too. Maybe you don't care to know me. Maybe they could be just a bit more like you. See Blind I love the challenge, and I will love kicking your head around that ring but what I will love the most is that I am not fighting over stupid shit like bad omen mood swings, idiots not showing up to shows. For once I get a good old fashioned fight. Just me and you.

    [Savat then looks back to Blind as he kneels in front of his face]

    >Savat: Read my lips now as I tell you I do not fear you. You can take my name, my look and my microphone but when it is a matter of wrestling I am confident that I will win. I am not a man who thinks about fear. Fear is for the cowards, all I think about is winning. That sweet moment after pinning someones shoulders down for three seconds. The roar of the crowds as they boo me pinning their precious mall cop level wrestlers. I love the feeling of winning way to much to ever become a loser. To be a winner you must win. It is obvious. Corey Marcus defeated me. I lost to him.

    But look at me now Blind! Do I look scared? Do I look like I will turn down another fight? You pulled me and I am out on a mission now. I am focused, it doesn't matter how many matches I just came from. I will always be ready to fight. You just wanted me right? Well I am here right now Blind and I am fired up. I can't wait any longer. Lets look at the equation here. I am no longer the best in the world. I am no longer Will Savat and you are no longer Blind. We are just warriors pitted in the arena against each other. Do you want to know who will be walking out alive? Because I do to!
     
  13. wont get votes without the tags.
     
  14. Oh damn. Completely forgot about the tags.

    My bad.