Voting IWT SS - Team IWT vs Team Fuckin' Shitty Wrestling

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  1. #1 Jonathan, Nov 21, 2014
    Last edited: Nov 23, 2014
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    The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
    and is a 5-on-5 tag team match!


    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 72 hours after the 1st promo is posted,
    and there is a 1 promo per person limit.
    -Voting will then last for 24 hours after the last promo is posted.​

    Voting for yourself will result in instant disqualification and suspension,
    no questions asked.


    Please do not post OOC AT ALL. Do not post "backstage/ringside" comments either.

    *DING DING DING!*

    OOC: We are doing 1 IWT, 1 FSW, 1 IWT, 1 FSW etc. for promo order

     
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  2. #2 THG?, Nov 21, 2014
    Last edited: Nov 21, 2014
    *As the IWT faithful await what is possibly one of the most important matches in the companies history, a random track suddenly commences to play throughout the arena*



    When the clock track ends, yet another random track comes on



    Towards the end, the "You, me and time, we always are, because we never were" part plays for 5 more times until a familiar track finally comes on


    *Alias' theme song is instantly met with a LOUD mixed reaction, the loudest of the night, as this could be very well Alias' final match in wrestling. He walks out on stage to an even bigger reaction. Alias stares into the wild crowd, as he starts to get emotional. He shakes it off and runs towards the ring. Once in the ring, he runs the ropes several times and paces in the ring back and forth, trying to shake off the nerves and the pressure on him. This time, he doesn't have a Team FSW tee, instead he's got a "The Cure" shirt on, which surprises some people in the crowd, as you can hear some small "CURE" chants. Alias smiles and grabs a mic.*

    This is what all has come down to. Team FSW vs. Team IWT. Company supremacy. Careers on the line. Title shots on the line. Pride, dignity, honor. All on the line. This is where we risk it all. It's do or die.

    *Alias pauses*

    But I'm not getting everything out of my chest just yet. I just came out here first to introduce the last and remaining member of Team FSW. A man, who many of you will recognize in spite of him not showing up around these neck of the woods very often. A guy who has financed, supported and backed IWT till the death. But like many of us, he also got pissed off and tired of helping out a dying company. He has no accomplishments in this business, but I'm telling you, he will be THE GUY to lead my team to the victory here tonight. Don't underestimate this man, because he is out here with a vengeance. Team IWT will go down.

    Ladies and gentleman, please. I mean, like please. Get ready.

    *Alias points to the stage, signalling for the 5th member to come out.*

    OOC: Ofc, this isn't my promo. This is just an introduction to announce my 5th member. He'll post the first promo.

     
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  3. OOC: Also not the first promo

    Announcer Adam: What is taking so long?

    Announcer FTJ: I NOT SURE?

    *After awhile of nothing some familiar music hits*


    Announcer Adam: What is he doing out here!?

    Announcer FTJ: HE TTELL FSW IT OUT OF BUILDNESS TAHT WAHT! :pipebombe:

    *Out walks Mr. IWT himself, the GM - Trip in the Head - in a high end business suit that fits tightly around his newly built physique. He pauses at the top of the ramp while his music is cut short*

    TRIP: Oh, I'm sorry Alias. Not who you were expecting? Well we have been waiting quite a while *Trip looks at his wrist like he is wearing a watch (which he is not)* and still no 5th member yet? Tick tock indeed.

    *Trip is walking down the ramp now*

    I thought I would come out and watch first hand as the last remnants of Dat Kid's FSW wither and die.

    *Trip stops at the edge of the ring before continuing*

    It's a shame you had to be amongst the wreckage Alias. You had so much promise. You reached the top of the mountain, stumbled and fell and now you are ready to call it quits? Really? *Trip shrugs* Have it your way.

    *Trip continues around the ring*

    I just thought I would come out here and get a front row seat with my announcers.

    *Trip sits down and grabs a headset*

    Hows it going guys?

    Announcer FTJ: WHAT UP BOSSMAN?

    Announcer Adam: (looks nervous) Uhhhh, hi.....

    TRIP: Adam, didn't I fire your ass awhile back?

    Announcer Adam: Well I......

    TRIP: Oh just shut up and lets watch the match. Well, if Team - you know the name - ever gets things started anyway.

     
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  4. *Alias stares at Trip with contempt*

    Lets do this again. The 5th and final member of Team FSW.

    *Alias points to the stage again.*
     
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  5. *The arena darkens and the crowd can be heard mumbling in anticipation.... a minute passes and fire erupts from the stage and music hits*



    *Solidus walks out slowly with a smug look on his face, arms open welcoming the boos from the crowd and stops at the top of the ramp. The boos subside and Solidus laughs smugly whilst pointing at Trip in the Head*

    Solidus: Cut the music! *Music cuts* What's wrong, Trip? You look surprised to say the least. *Solidus laughs* This should be no surprise to you or that piece of scum you all know as Jonathan.

    *Solidus begins to slowly walk to the ring*

    Solidus: For the longest time, I've done nothing but support the IWT. I made damn sure that you had everything you needed to succeed in this business, and for a long time, you did. We've seen countless sold out arenas, some of the best performances in wrestling history, and possibly the greatest title reign of all time from Aids Johnson, but history is irrelevant now because let's face it *Solidus approaches the ring*.... give me a second to get in my ring will ya...

    *Solidus walks up the steps and into the middle of the ring*

    Solidus: Let's face it, the IWT is on crutches. *The crowd boos some more, Solidus smirks* You know why? I'll tell ya why... because you and Jonathan aren't a cohesive unit. All you ever seem to do recently is bitch and complain at each other, and to be brutally honest, the IWT is a graveyard all thanks to you two.

    *The crowd make themselves heard, chanting "You suck". Solidus opens his arms saying "What?" in a surprised manner*

    Solidus: I know, I know. You don't like the truth, and you don't wanna hear it either. *Solidus shouts aggressively* Too bad! You have no choice now. FSW are here to make sure you all know it. There's no running away any more, no more hiding. It's time for me and the FSW to take over this business. When Alias approached me with this opportunity for vengeance, I couldn't sign with them quicker. We are a perfect example of how a wrestling business should be run, and now... *Solidus looks into the camera* now I'm gonna make damn sure that the crutches the IWT stands on are kicked from beneath you, sending all of you falling into the grave of lost opportunities and bad decisions.... and each of my team-mates tonight will be sure to shovel the dirt into that grave you created for yourselves.

    *The crowd start chanting "We want Aids, we want Aids!"*

    *Solidus blurts out with laughter* Solidus: You morons! What good is a washed out has-been gonna do for you now? I told you, IWT is done. There is nobody who can prevent the dominant force of FSW now, it's game over, checkmate. *Solidus smiles proudly* Let's not drag out the inevitable any longer... let the destruction of the IWT commence!

    *Solidus drops the mic and relaxes in the corner awaiting a response*
     
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  6. Credits @THG? - Idk if you arranged it or if he wanted in, but that is.... wow.
     
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  7. OOC: I know this is not the place for it. But yeah, I arranged it but he co-operated like a boss.
     
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  8. The seconds pass as Solidus stands in anticipation of an IWT arrival. The fans begin to grow impatient and begin to chant "IWT" loudly, before being cut off by a blast of pyro across the entrance.

    Aids Johnson walks out to a huge pop, wearing a huge smile on his face. He stops at the top to pose for another cheap pop before running down and sliding into the ring. Aids congratulates Solidus on the entrance before walking into the corner and getting a microphone.

    Wow, now here is something I never though I would be around to witness. I have to give credit where it's due, speculation on the 5th member of your team would have never lead to anyone guessing we would witness a start this incredible to the Survivor Series match. Incredible.

    Now with the respect part over with, It's time we all get back to reality. You see, it's easy to blame the trouble the IWT has had over the course of the past year on our General Management. Jonathan and Trip are not best friends, but the IWT thrived under a similar situation during our peak. What hasn't been put to light, is the fact that is has been under YOUR tenure that we have seen the decline, but even that is meaningless when compared to the real facts.

    The facts are laid out in front of our very eyes, because tonight we see the first generation of IWT stars go up against the second, one team against another, and when I look at the name's on your list and compare them to ours the answer is simple. I'll spare you the details and another boring history lesson, however, I can sum it up in six simple words. They don't have what it takes. The champions during our reign made new competitors feel welcome, gave them something to compete for - and most importantly - continuity. The FSW team are selfish stars who only care about their match on the card week in and week out, "missing" what happens before they walk into this ring, and after they walk out.

    No one person is to blame for the current state of the IWT, but on your side of the fence I think we know for certain the FSW demise was imminent before the first match even took place. Tonight the IWT show our solidarity and commitment to the success we all know we are capable of - and it all starts right here, right now.

    *Aids begins to pace shortly, before stopping and facing the entrance* Now enough with the formalities, it's time for the real competition to begin.
     
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  9. (best theme ever snm cumnuggets)

    *Mr.Mailman comes out in his delivery truck, but he looks mildly intoxicated, with a bottle of gin in one of his hands. He attempts to drive down the ramp, although he seems to be swerving alot, he ends crashing into the barrricade. Luckiy Mailman is not hurt as he gets out of the car. He gingerly walks to the ring. He forgets to give mail to the fans, leaving i in the trunk. He does at least have his FSW belt around his waist.*

    Mailman: *burp* Ladies and gentlemen, I may be just a lil, well, intoxicated... I've been hit with the news that...well, my mail company may be downsizing and....I may be out of work. Now , you may be thinking "Who cares? You're a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER, that's much cooler!" but....I love being a mailman, bringing good news and bad to the constituents of my community. Being the person who can change their day completely with a simple letter or parcel is simply the best thing ever! But now it may be gone....I don't know what to say...

    But no matter, drunk or not, I've still got the skills to put any of you IWT beggers on ya arse!

    *Mailman finishes his bottle, then burping loudly*

    That's the stuff.

    *Mailman throws it at the Adam over at the announcers table, knocking him out, the redness of his blood mixing in with his orangey hair, he literally looked like he had fire hair*

    Woops....Anyways, Aids, my drunk of a pal, got any more, or have you finished yours too ya filthy alcoholic

    *Mailman winks at Aids before chuckling*

    Now, you defend Trip and Jonno but... They simply can't handle these clutch situations! Look at Trip, the difference between him and Britanica was Brit could make such dysfuntion look entertaining herself...Trip needs FSW to make have any sort of intrigue to his ineptitude

    So...let's see who else is on team IWT....

    We got:

    Some failed X-Division star who apparently lost to a SEXY BEAST at the last uprising

    Some crybaby who just lost his precious little belt to the same SEXY BEAST earlier this PPV.

    A guy whose pops are more artificial than Smackdowns...I only see him being useful if team IWT want to bomb our headquarters...

    The lad who really intimidates me on Team IWT... A lad of class and integrity....which is all well and good but at the end of the day he's a posh spazz who leads a working man to put his sorry ass back into reality...

    Difference between your successful superstars and ours.....is ours are still on the level they were when they were successful.... Jwabs lost his head, Aids' alcohol problem has made it impossible for him the effective like he used to be. Arab will be so rusty he'll think we're boxing not wrestling.

    Meanwhile...Ryan has never been "successful" and well....I'll give it Midas...He's good, but one man can't carry team...especially against Alias, Kaizer, Mailman, Punk and....

    THAT GUY SOLIDUS!!! He truly is THAT.GUY!!! Look at him, he makes men shit themselves with just as stare and women wet when he gives them the stare.

    *Mailman gets slightly over-exicted and kisses Solidus on the cheek, to which Solidus scowls upon*

    Sorry....Just a 'lil overexcited!

    Regardless.....Let FSW put the old, decaying dog known as IWT TO SLEEP!!! DON'T FOR A SECOND ACT AS IF IWT CAN ever...and I mean EVER RETURN TO THAT POINT!!!

    I got a letter ready to deliver to you Trip, telling you it's time to liquidate the shit you're still trying to churn out show after show....

    But hey, at least you still got Lee...he can perhaps save you I guess....
     
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  10. OOC (open)
    I know we shouldn't do this but I am at the announcer's table and I can't pass up to some 'commentary' - so sue me. Please do not take anything I put in here into consideration when voting. I'm obviously biased for Team IWT. Maybe I shouldn't even be allowed to vote at the end? - @Delik ?


    *There's a piece for each entrant so far*

    *Solidus enters*
    TRIP: Oh my god in heaven! What is going on here!? Is he even a competitor?
    Announcer Adam (before he got KO'd): He is tonight! WOW - What a surprise! Nobody saw this coming!
    Announcer FTJ during a camera cut to the announce table : :rollins:
    TRIP: Shut up Adam! I fired you once I will do it again! That son of a bitch Solidus. He certainly knows how to pick his moment.
    Announcer FTJ: SO WAHT DIFFENCE IS MACTH ENDING NOW!?
    TRIP: Why did we put you on commentary again? Anyway - it doesn't matter. Team IWT is 'solid' as a rock. Solidus or not - makes no difference.

    ************************************

    *Aids Enters*

    TRIP: There he is! *Trip stands up and claps* I haven't seen Aids in this good a condition for quite some time.
    Announcer Adam: Oh you don't sound the least bit biased Trip. Nope. Not at all.
    Announcer FTJ: THE MAN CHEER HIS TEEM!
    TRIP: Jesus FTJ - shut the fuck up. And Adam - you are this close to panhandling for your dinner tonight - ginger.
    Announcer Adam: :okay:

    **************************************

    *Mailman Enters in his Mail Truck*

    TRIP: Holy shit! Where is security!? Did they seriously let this drunk lunatic drive a truck to the ring? I swear if any of the IWT fans are hurt......
    Announcer Adam: What about FSW fans?
    TRIP: SERIOUSLY? Would you shut up..............
    *The mail man's Gin bottle hits Adam in the head at this point and Trip just laughs as Adam bleeds*
    TRIP: HAHAHA! Thats what you get for not having a soul!
    Announcer FTJ: THIS GUY DUNK LIKE AIDS
    TRIP: What? Are we even watching the same sport you dipshit?
    *Trip looks at mailman for a second and realizes what FTJ meant*
    TRIP: Ohhhh you mean DRUNK like Aids? Yeah, but that was the OLD Aids Johnson. That man you see in the ring now bleeds IWT and he is willing to do so for the company this evening. This drunk mailman's got nothing on him.

    ********************************************
     
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  11. *The camera cuts to Trip at the commentary table as he gets a report in his earpiece*

    TRIP: I"m sorry, what was that? What happened? Aiden Ryan is injured!? HOW!? He was attacked backstage? By whom?............WHAT!? Ladies and gentlemen, Aiden Ryan will not be able to compete in tonight's match. It seems he was....attacked.....earlier backstage. By who you ask? Well lets take a look at the footage.

    *The video plays and Aiden is seen getting out of his vehicle in the parking area. Favoring his bad leg as he walks across the lot. Suddenly he is attacked by a man wearing a dark hoody. He knocks Ryan to the ground and starts kicking him in the gut over and over. Finally climbing onto a car and jumping off to deliver a flying double foot stomp to Aiden Ryan on the pavement. After Ryan is left in a heap the man removes his hood and turns to the camera revealing the assailant - @Solidus !*

    TRIP: I'm sure whats left you FSW fans think that might be it for Team IWT - but I got myself an insurance policy.

    *Trip pulls out his phone and starts to dial as he takes his headset and mic off*

    OOC: For real - butters is out due to internet issues. He had let us know.​
     
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  12. *Eric Draven's voice is heard backstage initially over his music. A bang is heard as Draven screams at the technician to cut his music. Draven then walks out to the top of the ramp*

    ED: Ladies and Gentleman of the IWT universe, due to some devious hideous actions Aiden Ryan is now out of this clash of the IWT Elite and the FSW Peasants. Never fear there is always an option B at that fallback choice is no other than a former multiple time World's Champion myself Eric Draven.

    *The crowd cheer as Draven reveals himself as Team IWT.Draven makes his way to ringside and shakes hands with Trip.*

    ED: Seems like the Mailman missed this message. IWT needs for intrigue? Why is it you're all coming into and IWT arena on an IWT show? I'll give you a hint if you were still out delivering letters you'd have seen one with your name on it no need to look inside it'll say welcome to unemployment. IWT is failing down a bit and we can all see it yet FSW never peaked your audience figures show that. There was no sold out arena was there? No one seemed to give a fuck, It was the play thing of a man who tripped forced out. Funny he was wearing assless slacks that last time we saw him, he embarrassed himself enough yet you guys are here in his honour. Woops is that the time?

    *Draven leans over and picks up Trip's phone*

    ED: Oh sorry your 15 minutes are up. Now onto Solidius the man we've rarely seen before has it ever hit you that IWT only dropped off once you got your foot in the door? You couldn't leave a successful project your ego would never let you do that. For this reason I'm glad you're putting your own special brand of support into FSW. I'll expect it to crash and burn quicker than we did. They don't have the peak to fall from, FSW is beyond history as long as you know you'll forever be known as a joke.

    *Draven smirks as the crowd begins to get behind him*

    ED: I'm sure we can all agree Trip is carrying Jono through these bad times but it seems Solidius is the third piece of the puzzle. One that hasn't been discussed how long have you been on Team IWT before you jumped to FSW? Was your support what we really needed or just another liability.

    *Draven now walks back up to the ramp turning at the top*

    ED: You know it was pretty funny how my two best friends shunned me for Aiden Ryan a man who didn't even manage to show up. Maybe I wasn't option B after all maybe I was option C, right Alias?

    *The crowd seems stunned*

    ED: My legacy speaks for itself I am the greatest of all time, I'm better than the Mailman, I'm better than Solidius, I'm even better than Mr Hall Of Fame Mr Aids Johnson. I'm bigger than FSW vs IWT. I'm bigger than all of that. My name is Eric Draven and fuck IWT vs FSW. Who ever wins, who ever loses or even if it's a draw I don't give a shit. I'll be ascending up above both FSW and IWT.

    *Aids rushes up the ramp trying to see what's happening to him*

    ED: One more thing Aids before I leave, I hope they break your neck because I hate your fucking guts.

    *Draven proceeds to kick Aids in the balls before walking backstage*

    ED: Glad you brought me back now huh Champ?

    *Draven is seen storming out of the building and into a black car*
     
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  13. The arena lights start flashing in yellow as Christian’s theme hits. He arrives out on stage wearing his black and white jumpsuit. Christian signals his gestures and taunts to the crowd to an ovation. He steps onto the steel-steps, into the ring and goes up on the turnbuckle to pose. He looks at his teammates Alias, Solidus and The Mailman and then looks onto his opponent Aids Johnson while he backs into a ring corner and grabs a microphone.


    Christian: Well... that was a weird to start. How your balls feeling, Aids? You don't look so good over there. Matter of fact, you've never looked good in your entire career here in the IWT. By the way, thank you, Eric Draven, for disappearing into irrelevancy once again? *Christian gives off a sarcastic confused look*

    Christian: It's weird how you would say you're bigger than IWT and FSW even though you haven't been relevant in ages. Make no mistake about it, I can see the irony in that. But lets be honest here for a second, every time that I've come back, it's been for a reason. Yet you return and I see no reason at all! I see no reason at all, so it makes sense that you disappear off to irrelevancy once again! *Christian looks onto Aids Johnson*

    Christian: Now relax over there, Aids, I know me speaking of the word relevancy is giving you a hard on. Now I know which side I'm fighting for and what I'm fighting for. People seem to always associate the blame on IWT management. And don't get me wrong, they deserve everything that's thrown against them! But there's always one person that they always forget to mention...

    And that's you, Aids Johnson...

    Crowd gives off a negative reaction

    Christian: Aids, I'm not sure if you've realized this by now, but part of the reason IWT has had so many issues in the past is because of you. You see, when nothing ever went your way, you were the first to bitch about it. If you lost a match, you bitched about it. If you didn't get into the Hall of Fame, you bitched about it. If you weren't the General Manager, you would bitch about it! And even though your excessive alcohol consumption might have made you forget about it, I haven't, WE HAVEN'T! Now I'm not taking away your illustrious career or that you're a legend within this business. All I'm saying is, that you're a selfish, egotistical, maniac! *Christian averts his attention to Trip on the commentary booth*

    Christian: Yo, Trip! I didn't forget about you, so don't you worry about nothing. It seems even though we've been working in the same company for time, we haven't spoken to each other at all. And it seems that with that much power in hand, you've failed to run a company PROPERLY! So let me get this straight... you invite some of the comedy acts of this business beside you on commentary, yet you want to call FSW shitty wrestling? I don't see the logic in that, but then again, since when do we use logic in the IWT? And with your mid-card team, you plan to defeat us main-event playas? Now you definitely need to re-evaluate the position that you carry. See when the next three competitors on Team IWT step out, they will experience HELL! And once this match is over, you and Jonathan will experience hell! Not only from me... but that man standing over there. *Christian points at Alias Antonio*

    Christian: You know what? *Christian chuckles* I'm done with talking, I'm ready for a war, BECAUSE THAT'S...

    Crowd: HOW I ROLL!

    Christian: HOW I ROLL!

    Christian throws his microphone on the mat
     
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  14. *the lights go out in the arena and a spotlight shines on Marcus Anthony at the top of the entrance ramp. 7 seconds into his his theme he jumps up and let's out a primal scream. He beats his chest three times and runs down he ramp and slides into the ring. He stares down his opponents and slowly a smirk is strewn across his face. Aids hands him a mic along with his bottle of whiskey. Marcus takes a swig and passes the bottle back and just before he speaks, the crowd lays into him with jeers*

    Marcus: Wow....IWT took you long enough to give me some type of reaction. *Marcus laughs*. Well well well, it looks like I'm home. As the saying goes home is where the heart is, and my heart belongs to the battleground. Tonight that's EXACTLY what this ring becomes. I've waited far too long to indulge in what has become part of my very being.

    *Marcus starts circling his opponents like a shark smelling blood*

    Violence is the that I air breathe. Destruction runs through my veins. I yearn to inflict pain to those that stand against me. I'm a predator to the very core and it was only a matter of time before I got my fix. Tonight....under the IWT banner....I get it. I get what I desire and it just so happens I help out the place that accepted me for me. The place where I found success....brotherhood....a LEGACY

    *a small ORDER chant breaks out in the crowd*.

    With people saying IWT is on it's last legs, saying it's not what it used to be, saying we should essentially take it behind the proverbial shed and put it out of its misery.
    *Marcus stops circling and walks back to his team's side of the ring and points at them*
    These men don't look like they're beyond their prime. Their best days have yet to come. We have champions, we have legends, we have what that other place wishes it had.

    A future

    Sadly, team FSW, you guys are like a race horse who tried and tried until finally...it tried to keep up so bad with the true thoroughbreds it breaks it's leg trying to win a race. So the owner does the right thing, pats the horse on the head, takes it out back to the stables and *Marcus points his fingers like a gun at each one of team FSW* puts it out of its misery. A fate you ALL will soon realize.

    *the fans in attendance begin to boo pretty loud*

    Now do yourselves a favor and spare yourselves the embarrassment of getting put down and go back where you came from because all you'll find here is your bitter demise.
     
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  15. #15 TheTNHMaster, Nov 22, 2014
    Last edited: Nov 22, 2014


    Chris Kaizer makes his way out to the stage. He looks around before slowly making his way down to the ring. Before getting into the ring, he looks at the camera and says "Let the Butchery begin". Kaizer climbs the steps and crawls through the ropes and taunts in the center of the ring.

    Here I am. Sadly I couldn't be facing better talent in my return match, but I feel like this match has a good cause behind it. When Alias came to me and offered me a spot in the match. I was reluctant to accept. When he told me though, that it was FSW vs IWT, I couldn't decline. How could I decline a chance to come out here and kick IWT in the balls? I just couldn't. I couldn't pass up a chance to verbally harass Trip and his shitty GM run. Or how Jono still thinks he runs all of IWT and that he doesn't need to acknowledge Trip as GM. You know Breast Cancer Awareness Month and all that. How about a month to raise awareness for how much bullshit runs out of this place? From mis communication to ignoring the fans and workers.

    And let's be real Trip, is this the best you could offer? Really? Aids Johnson? A man who can't even form a coherent sentence. A man who hasn't done anything decent since Joey Bryant carried his ass? Eric Draven? Another washed up has-been. Then ya got Marcus Anthony. A man Trip tried so hard to push and make him into main event material, all he did was push a man who couldn't win without butt buddy down these fans throats. Then he ran off into oblivion. And no one cared when he went. And when he came back, no one cared again. Marcus was a failed pet project of your wonderful GM, Trip. And that has been the story all along, failure. We haven't gotten to the bottom of the pile of shit yet. We still have Jwab to cover. A man who probably had to be put on suicide watch after losing his title earlier. A guy who thinks he is a Hollywood movie star. Well, if bitching out against Christian is being a Hollywood star, then god damn you are. You were riding high, but just like The Cure, you are being brought back down to earth. Then finally, we get to probably the only respectable person in this match, Midas. A man who I respect dearly, a man who I think respects me dearly. We put on one hell of a show when we faced off. But, Midas my friend, you can't carry this much. You may have carried Drake Wolfe for the past couple of months, but nothing compared to this. I feel bad for you almost, you deserve better.

    And then look at us. Alias Antonio, one of the biggest names in the wrestling world today. A man who has beaten your top dog, Joey Bryant countless times. Up until ya know, Jono screwed him because he was scared that Alias was gonna run off with his "world title". You got Chrisitan. Well, we just got Christian. We got FSW's top dog, Mr.Mailman. Contrary to what some might say, that's a pretty big feat. He had to beat out me! Me! And while you may say that that's not big, neither is that world title match you have going on right now. I seem to remember who was in the last one...OHHH THAT'S RIGHT! This guy. Now you end up with Gav vs Joey Bryant. Wow, what a fall of grace.

    Trip, Jono, Team IWT, you've started a war that you deep down know you can not win.


    Do not start wars you know you are going to lose.
     
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  16. *The lights go out, camera crew storms out. They all surround the entrance and a spotlight shines. The spotlight goes across the crowd to amount to such an epic shot that many people are gonna screencap and tweet about it. The spotlight circles the ring shining on all competitors before making it's way to the entrance way of the ramp. Out walks Jwab, no smile on his face. Covered in sweat from his match with Lee. Looks angry, a stage hand comes up with a towel and tries to wipe the sweat off but Jwab grabs him by the collar of his shirt and tosses him to the ground. He makes his way to the ring with a serious look*



    "Trip, Trip, before I get into this... I want something guaranteed. I had my golden ticket ripped from me earlier on tonight. Ripped from my hands in an unjust way but I want to put something on the table. If I, *looks at the rest of his team*, win here tonight. I want it restored, not in the form of a rematch for the Xtreme Championship but in the form of the main event at TLC for not the World Title but for the IWT Championship! Cause without that there is no purpose for me anymore in this match to win now that Lee stole the very thing that made me look forward to this match. I just want that guaranteed, Trip. I just want you to do that for me... or else.., *laughs*, I'm done with everything."

    *Trip nods and Jwab's signature egotistical smile returns to his face, the same smile which has not been seen since earlier tonight where he lost his Xtreme Championship in a hard fought five star match. He eyes each competitor in the ring*

    "Now, I promise not to ramble on about meaningless nonsense for forty five minutes like The Mailman. I'm not gonna try to put you all, ironically, to sleep like Christopher's accent. I'm going to do something that barely anyone on Team First Strike Wrestling has been able to do, well, except Solidus, and that is speak the truth. Every time I come out here... people think I'm irrelevant... a joke... I'm taken for granted... my match against Lee did not help everyone from differing their opinion but this match... this is where I make my mark. It doesn't matter if I have to break a limb in your body, I will make sure that First Strike Wrestling has the final nail put in it's coffin tonight. It doesn't help that Solidus, coming out here calling IWT... it wouldn't be in a rut of some of the worst episodes of Uprising if it wasn't for Dat Kid rebelling cause he didn't get what he sees fit. Stealing all star competitors like Chris Kaizer, like Alias Antonio... preventing people from making their mark and even going to the lengths of stealing personas such as mine and trying to recreate perfection with their International Champion... and the ludicrous gimmicks of his roster in the form of a doppleganger, an alcoholic pornstar, and a... a.. Mailman. A Mailman? A Mailman is the face of FSW."

    *His nose cringes*

    "The only positive thing that came from First Strike Wrestling is that it made my rise much easier. A rise that was derailed after the Elimination Chamber match, and may I tell Christopher and everyone for the fiftieth time, I never got a chance to perform at IWT Mania cause I had a blockbuster movie to film which caused for my agent to place a stunt double against Christian... which makes me ever so happy that he's in this match tonight so I can rewrite the script, I can do what my stunt double failed to do... end your career cause if there is anyone in this ring that is a bigger joke than "The Mailman" it's you, my home peep. Same goes for Christopher but there isn't much more to say about him cause he's as insane of that guy over there in the corner, Aids. Which makes complete sense since they used to call each other every night while Aids used to try his hardest to get him in the main event... Kaizer, you've made the most drastic drop from top to bottom. I miss the same man that was at the end of the chain and had a gag in his mouth sitting at ringside while Alias and I won the tag titles. Hopefully... someday... you can learn to get your act together and actually manage to do something of success, Beastman. Even learn the difference between ranting and having mic skills. Maybe, I can do to you what I offered to our dear old friend Benjamin, I can give you a second chance... you know where I live"

    *Looks at team FSW and notices that someone is missing. He smiles and reminisces*

    "Alias, before you come out here and if I get a chance to step in the ring with you tonight... I want to let you know that I respect you. But, I don't respect the decision you made. Just cause you lost twice in a row.... it doesn't make sense nor give you a reason to jump ship. Jump ship and try to bring ratings to a whole new company just so you can build it up and get your so called revenge. *smiles* I've always wanted to know who'd win in a singles match between us but I think this is close enough just to give you a little taste. I'm tired of everyone saying that I lived in your shadow. That you were the better half cause you know if I kissing Aids' ass and getting the same opportunities, I would have been at the top as well. You wanna know why? Cause when I found you in Spain, you were a rat. A common street hoodlum marching around saying he was bready and you know what I did? I cured you and we formed the greatest tag team of all time but you let Aids and George get in your head and now your ego is too big for IWT to feed and I think after tonight, you'll get your serving as I put an end to your little teenage tantrum and maybe I can change you back to the way you were as well. But, I look forward to knocking your greenish yellow teeth down your skinny fucking throat.. and maybe one day I can forgive you, we can get back together... run a little Cureunion, rule the world, or maybe someday I'll get to put you down for good... some day... but for now... you know what this is about."

    *Tear of joy sheds and he smiles but his smile disappears. He starts speaking while moving across the ring*

    "
    But, this isn't about us. This isn't about IWT. This is about me. This is my year and even though my momentum got hit by a little bump in the road.... It's gonna shine tonight and I'm gonna go rise to the top as fast as well.... anything. Main reason why, I stole THE SHOW EARLIER ON TONIGHT WITH LEE, and if there is ANYONE that can steal the show twice and from themselves, it's gonna be ME GOD DAMMIT. This is gonna be the moment, the moment that I show IWT, wait, not just IWT, BUT the world what I'M MADE OF. WHAT I HAVE IN STORE. HOW I AM IN THE FUTURE! Cause when it comes to us, Team IWT, we are here to win but you all, FSW, you not coming here to win.... you are coming here to survive and win or lose, you know and we know that tonight, it ends tonight... First Strike Wrestling is a cancer....

    *smirks and yells*

    AND I'M THE FUCKING CURE.

    *drops the mic and awaits*

    OOC - tried a new format. let's make this a memorable match m8s.
     
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  17. *Alias quickly snatches the mic that Jwab dropped, and goes face to face with Jwab, staring intensely into his eyes. He then looks around the arena, as some "A-LI-AS" chants begin to takeover, before looking back at Jwab and scowling.*

    Shut up, Jonas. Just shut the hell up.

    *crowd pop*

    You know me better than anyone in this match, and viceversa. We recognize eachothers strengths, weaknesses, strategies. But one thing you've always failed to recognize Jwab, is the fact of me always being a better competitor that you and a more successful one and that. While I was main eventing Wrestlemania and winning world titles, you were sat at home HATING on yourself for that disastrous Mania match you had with Punk. And to cover up that unmitigated shame and rage you kept inside you, you decided to blame your "stunt double" that never existed, due to your impotence and well, your biterness, which I see still carries on to this very night. But you know what else I recognize that you don't? That Ben Dover was always the better Cure partner out of you two, and he kinda proved it tonight. He was always the better partner because he didn't consistently and persistently WHINE AND WHINE and complain like a little fucking bitch. But you wanted to make sure for this crowd to know what you're made of, huh? Do not worry, I'll just further demostrate that you've always been my little bitch, and simply, a dude who cannot get the job done. I carried you like a complete baby your whole career, but when it seems you can finally make your first steps, you flop. Typical.

    And you want to talk about me jumping ship?

    *Alias stares at Trip for a moment before looking back at Jwab*

    I did what I did because I needed to, not because I wanted to. Lets take it into consideration, you put yourself in my position. As hard as it may be, I'm politely asking you Jwab. You put yourself in a position where you're main eventing Summerslam in one of the biggest matches in IWT History. Everything is at stake, WH Title and IWT Title. You win the match, and are announced as the rightful, upright winner. You get two hold the two titles, and you truly cherish it, it's your fucking DEFINING MOMENT in your career and you'll remember it for the rest of your life. It was this "rats" time at the top. But then, all of the sudden, all of that gets taken away from you, all of that gets snatched from your clutches. And you're desperately asking for an answer that's not given to you. Then next thing you know, you're lying on the mat, helpless, empty-handed. Still asking for that answer as you see confetti being set off in the arena. It gets to you, everything you've ever dreamed off being taken away from you within the blink of an eye. Then you realize you'll never get an answer from Trip or Jono because they're two corrupt, cowardly, panicked asswipes, who's hatred for you blinded their judgement, in what is supposed to be a "fair and just" company. Now I ask you, Jonas. What the fuck would you do? I do not want to continue with this disgraceful company, but I'm still a contracted talent. Best thing I could do, was destroy it internally as an FSW member. You wanna know why? Because if this is indeed my last night as a wrestler, I want to be remembered as an FSW wrestler, not an IWT wrestler. Being an IWT wrestler brings a stigma to your name and means an easy way out of things, because if you're Marcus Anthony, literally everything is handed to you in a silver-platter, shame the big idiotic meathead can't fucking capitalize. This favoritism makes me sick, and was just an adding factor to the long list of why IWT sucks. This is not the same company I was enamored when I first walked into this company. And it is my goal to make this whole roster realize that, and remove Trip and Jono from any power of position. Shame the roster has already been force-fed lies by the two asswipes.

    Being an FSW wrestler though, that means that you're busting your ass out each and every night to salvage a company that's most LIKELY going to die in a matter of weeks. At least I'm being honest unlike all you IWT members, who choose to hide behind petty shots towards this companies legitimacy when in all honesty you should be questioning yours because who in this world wold want to work for Trip and Jono?

    But if it's going down, it isn't going down without a fight, and you'll fight for it till death, because you LOVE wrestling and want to help out a company which truly reignites the art of this business that IWT disgraced.

    But Jwab, you get the point, right? Their hatred for me took everything away from me, now that hatred riling up inside of me means one thing, take away everything they have. It's that simple. And it's going to happen. I didn't walk into this thinking my career may be over, I walked into this thinking about how sweet it's going to be seeing these IWT jackasses fail and flounder when all is said and done. Tonight, tonight is merely the start of my career.

    *Alias smirks at Jwab and now stares at Aids*

    Oh boy, what would IWT be without Aids? Well, a much better place for one, but that's beside the point. You've become an irremovable staple in that companies ass, and it's frankly disgusting seeing the state of you nowadays. Leeching on, time and time again, to the IWT in an attempt to mantain his relevancy but I can just see through him. He isn't helping out the IWT because he loves this company, he's "helping" out this shitfest because he's hoping Trip can feed his already gargantuan ego and hand him a title shot just like that, which I'm sure will happen considering what type of person he is, easily manipulated. Ain't that right Jono?....I mean Trip? But I heard one thing during your promo Aids, you said that FSW are selfish stars who only care about their spot in the card week in week out. But my career is on the line? What sense does that make you inebriated moron? If I cared about my position on the card, I wouldn't have had the guts to put my career on the line, something everyone on your team is afraid of it seems. You surely care about your position in the card though, otherwise you would have kept your stupid ass retired. Face it Aids, no one even likes you anymore, not even your supposed buttbuddy, Mr "I'm too good for this" Erik Draven. You should leave, before it's too late, and be remembered as Aids the IWT Legend. Not Aids, the asshole who wouldn't call it quits and ultimately made a fool out of himself.

    *Alias pauses and looks at the crowd now*

    This has been pretty long, bare with me. This could be my last promo ever, so just bare with me. Before I'm done, I want to talk about a man who everyone on my team seems to hold in high esteem and actually respect, which is fine. But I see this man as a complete and utter scumbag. His name is Midas. Current European Champion, current Tag Team Champion. Current SIN member. Most importantly, current scumbag. A scumbag for actually joining Team IWT. This man tries to act different, he tries to act like a "moneymaker", a "god". I could already smell the stench of bullshit from a mile away but those claims instantly lost any credibility when you joined Team IWT. Being in a dead Tag and Euro division doesn't mean you can pander to these people like you're the best thing to ever step foot in the IWT. And when Team FSW wins this match, I'll be more than happy to say that again, and take the Euro title off of you. You can't save Team IWT, Team IWT can't save you. And Team IWT can't save itself.

    You either die as a hero, which may be my case tonight, or you live long enough to become a villain, an IWT yes-man, an IWT pawn and Jono's and Trip's serving bitch.

    Tonight though, I'm eliminating each and every one of these worthless pawns till it's check mate, Trip. Till there's nothing left.

    Tonight, we fight. Tonight, we win. Tonight......we conquer.

    IWT Wept.

    *Alias drops the mic as he backs up to his corner, with a smirk taking over his face.*
     
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  18. #18 Trip in the Head, Nov 23, 2014
    Last edited: Nov 23, 2014
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    More commentary. I'll try to keep them short. I feel like I should be in this match damn.


    *Draven Enters as Adam slowly wakes up at the announce table and Trip sits back down and grabs his headset again*

    TRIP: Just in time Adam! Here he is. My insurance policy. Lets see FSW top that.
    Announcer Adam: Wha............Am I bleeding?
    Announcer FTJ: YOU GOT NOCKED DA FUK OUT!
    *Draven comes over and shakes Trip's hand. Then he turns and starts his way back up the ramp sounding angry*
    TRIP: What is he doing!?
    *Draven kicks Aids in the balls*
    TRIP: WHAT. THE. FUCK?
    Announcer Adam: HA, Team FSW isn't looking so shitty now are they?
    *Trip just sits and stews*

    ******************************************

    *Christian Enters*

    TRIP: Him again? Who cares?
    Announcer FTJ: HE BIG TIME PAST IN IWT THUOGH
    TRIP: I suppose that is true, but is he just going to leave again when this match is done. Showing up to steal some of the spotlight when it's easy is what Christian is best at after all. Perfect for the likes of Team FSW.
    Announcer Adam: At least he didn't walk back out right after showing up.
    TRIP: You want to be fired again don't you?

    *******************************************

    *Marcus Enters*

    TRIP: Man I love this song don't you guys?
    Announcer Adam: Not my type of music.
    TRIP: Why am I not surprised? FTJ?
    Announcer FTJ: IT OK. I LIKE OZZY BETTER. MARCUS HERE FOR BUUILDNESS!
    TRIP: Well you may be dumb as a post FTJ but you have good taste in music. And yes, you can tell my old partner and stable mate is here to hurt someone tonight. It's been awhile since he got the chance.
    Announcer Adam: What about ring rust?
    TRIP: Please. You have got to be kidding me.

    ********************************************

    *Kaizer Enters*

    TRIP: Well, glad he could wake himself up for this match.
    Announcer Adam: He looks pretty focused on the match to me.
    TRIP: Yeah, well too bad victory is but another dream to the sleepy one.
    Announcer FTJ: HAHA, HE SLEEP ALOT
    TRIP: :pity2: Did he just say my name in that ring? These FSW guys all know I'm not in the match right? They better focus on their opponents in that ring.
    Announcer Adam: Even though Team IWT will be down one in the end?
    TRIP: :aries:

    *********************************************

    *Jwab Enters*

    TRIP: God I hope this imbecile does better in this match then he did earlier tonight.
    *Jwab does his bit addressing Trip about the IWT championship shot should Team IWT win*
    Announcer Adam: Even you're own team is holding your ass to the fire here tonight Trip.
    TRIP: :notsure: *mumbles* What a prick. *Trip nods back in acceptance of the terms and mumbles some more* Now you definitely better have a better showing this time.
    *When Jwab finishes a camera shot shows Trip --> :facepalm:*

    *************************************************

    *Alias grabs the mic*

    TRIP: Oh is he finally gonna talk? So far all he's done is a whole bunch of standing around. I wonder what the turncoat actually has to say?
    Announcer Adam: I am sure there will be no kind words for you.
    TRIP: Hasn't that been the norm so far this evening damn. Everybody thinks running this business is so easy. But no matter what I do I am corrupt and dirty. So I guess I should just go with it.
    Announcer FTJ: OH NEWS ABUOT MIDAS
    TRIP: What!? *Trip listens to his headset* Jacobs beat down Midas after the match earlier and now can't be found? Did you try the local hospitals? Nothing?
    Announcer Adam: So Team IWT is down ANOTHER member?
    TRIP: *obviously nervous at this point* I'm....not....sure......

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  19. The lights go out, the crowd is grumbling as is the commentary team and the wrestlers in the ring. The only thing that can be heard is the Gap Band's smash hit you dropped a bomb on me playing on the speakers.... When suddenly, the rumblings of a powerful engine can be heard. The lights come back on as a giant monster truck enters the arena. There's a monster truck in the arena! The truck drives up the entrance way...and drives straight over the Mailman's truck! Obliterating it! The truck stops and the engine dies down. Everyone is taking the scene in when........



    IT'S MIDAS! THE FINAL MAN ON TEAM IWT IS HERE! DESPITE BEING ATTACKED AT THE END OF HIS EUROPEAN TITLE DEFENSE! MIDAS IS HERE!

    Gold rains from the sky as the European and tag team champion climbs out from inside the truck and up onto the roof of it. His SIN teammates are seen sitting in the truck, having driven it into the arena for their friend. Midas stands up on the roof of the truck, with an IWT shirt on and his belts held high as he stares down at the FSW interlopers. The crowd has come unglued as this is finally about to go down. Midas climbs down from the truck and heads for the ring, leaving his belts with his stablemates. He slides into the ring and begins to speak.

    Enough! This is not how it ends! This is not how it fucking ends! I've been sitting in the back, icing my back after Danny Jacobs laid me out with a steel chair earlier in the night, but I could not just sit by and listen to all this tripe and trodoglyctic garbage being spewed by you five. You wanna throw trash and try and look high and mighty? Fine! Let's have a run down of the so called “competition”.

    Midas walks up to Solidus.

    Who the hell are you? I don't recognize you, not from the investor meetings, not from backstage and certainly not from the locker room. Walk a mile in a persons shoes before judging them meatlug, and maybe you'd learn some proper manners. Or do you need me to speak slower so you can hang on to what I am saying?

    Midas turns to the mailman.

    Damn right there will be budget cuts for your post office, and after what just happened to your truck, and with you being drunk on the job. I don't see you being high on the list of people to keep. I hope your social security can keep you afloat because I don't see enough people in the crowds of the so called wrestling company you work for, for any of you to get a check. But I've got a delivery job for you. I want you to take this little box with destruction, that you were bringing here, and I want you to send it back to FSW. Because with your shoe string budget, you couldn't afford the postage. And while you are at it: Put up a notice of foreclosure.

    Midas directs his attention to Alias, Kaizer and Christian.

    And now, we have you three, the three little pigs, or is it sheep? Because you sure seem contend with having Dat Kid shear you of all your dignity. There's a special place in hell for traitors like you, and tonight I will personally send you on a one way trip down there, to your reserved spots next to Judas and Pontius Pilate! Christian, a man who had the world in his hands, who owned a part of this company, who had moved on from in ring competition! But then the snakes started whispering sweet little lies in your ears, and you turned on the company who treated you so well, the company that paid for all your medical bills when you were injured, that gave you a nice and cozy desk job, that took care of you! You my good sir, are nothing but weak willed bitch!

    Chris Kaizer, a pleasant young man when coming into this company, but struggling with demons. And the snakes knew that, and they exploited that, and the pleasant young man soon went into a downward spiral into becoming a spoiled and angry little brat, and when things went against you: You took your ball and went home. Sounds like someone else we all know when I come to think of it.

    And Alias Antonio....the man who smells the bullshit, well that isn't surprising considering your giant nose is positioned so close to your sewage pipe of a mouth. I thought you were used to it by now since you've been spewing bullshit since the moment you learned the letter A. You are another prime example of what happens when the snake gets to you, you've been twisted and molded by the snakes words since day 1. You're so arrogant and bitchy that your dick has retreated and turned itself into a vagina! But you seem to be making just as pitiful a woman as you did a man since you're about as voluptuous as a plank and you've got a badonkadonk like a slab of concrete! But at least you've got good lips for sucking so that's something.

    You talk about my divisions being dead, well what's the company you are representing, stillborn?

    When I look at the three of you, I no longer see wrestlers, hell, I don't even see men anymore. I see a trio of doofuses, of crybabies, of bitches who broke when hanging in the big time, so you went to the man that promised easy solutions, easy shortcuts to success. Well boys, you made your mistakes and now it's time to pay for them. The only reaction either of you three got when you left IWT was from the crickets, which judging by the FSW crowds are their target demographic so that's cool I guess.

    Throughout this match, I've heard that the five of you “respect” me. Well tonight, you shouldn't. You shouldn't respect me, you should fear me! You should fear my name! You should fear the vision of me coming for you! You should fear the sound of my voice and the thunder of my footsteps! Because tonight I am not the moneymaker, tonight I am not the richest man in pro wrestling, tonight I am the hammer of god! And I am going to bring down the fury of the skies upon all five of you foolish sinners! Know that tonight you called down the fury of the one man you did not want to anger, me! Know that tonight you made the biggest mistakes of your careers. After tonight it won't just be Alias retiring, but all five of you as I will personally make sure that you all end up in comas! I'll send you all back to your master in what ever project he lives in on gurneys.

    The five of you are nothing but spoiled, angry children hanging out in the failed vanity project that is FSW, trying to fill arenas when you couldn't fill shoeboxes, trying to draw ratings when you couldn't draw a straight line with a ruler to help you. So to make yourselves feel better you go after the company, who might not be operating at full capacity, but has a working business model. You're a guerrilla group trying to play legion. Well tonight I am going to pour napalm all over whatever bushland you fools are hiding in and burn it all down to the ground. If I have just Marcus with me, Jwab or Aids all the better. But I will fight you all by myself if I have to. I’ll show you what happens, when peasants fight emperors. You thought that you could take it to us, but just like your company: you were dead on arrival when you walked in this building.

    My name is Midas, I am European Champion, I am Tag Team Champion, I am MR. IWT, and tonight I am your personal executioner. Tonight it's not Midas über alles, but IWT über alles! Boys!


    Midas turns to the remaining IWT superstars.

    It's time to smack my bitch up, because invaders must die!

    Midas walks up to Alias.

    And if you think that you have the numbers advantage you skunk..... think again.

    As Midas says this a man with a black hoodie slides into the ring behind Solidus. He removes the hood. It's Draven! Eric Draven is back! It was all a ruse! Draven clocks Solidus in the back of the head, sending him to his knees. Aids goes after Christian, Marcus goes after Kaizer and Jwab goes after the mailman. Leaving Alias and Midas standing in the ring.

    Midas clocks Alias with a right hook and the two join the fray. Complete chaos has erupted in the ring as FSW and IWT go at each other, trying to rip each other to pieces! By gawd the humanity!​
     
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  20. OOC: Awesome way to wrap things up, I suppose it's voting time?
     
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