Voting IWT Uprising - Jwab vs. Luis Ovaldinho vs. Raine

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Roadster, Jul 24, 2016.

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Who Won?

Poll closed Jul 31, 2016.
  1. Jwab

    13.3%
  2. Luis Ovaldinho

    53.3%
  3. Raine

    33.3%
  1. The following contest is scheduled for one fall...and it to determine the #1 Contender for the IWT Championship at SummerSlam!

    (@The Jwab) Jwab vs. Luis Ovaldinho (@Ovaldinho) vs. Raine (@Chrxsiie)

    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 36 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. ooc: will be unable to promo until Tuesday @Roadster as I have events I agreed to go to for a friend
     
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  3. In the pipeline, as we speak.
     
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  4. #5 Chrxsiie, Jul 28, 2016
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    *An effervescent Raine pushes open the curtains and steps up to the stage at the cue of the heavy guitars while the crowd emit a modest sea of cheers at the barely digested familiarity of the theme song. Raine, sporting her classic scruffy rags attire, strides down the ramp as if it was her own runway. Her vigour rebates as soon as she reaches the far corner and picks up the microphone. She races up the steel steps and straight onto the top of the turnbuckle where she taunting towards the flood of people in the room until she sits cross-legged. Shortly after she opens her eyes, she puffs and scratches her head although a cheeky smile manages to seep out of nowhere*
    Raine: Ah, the sweet release of Nirvana. Yes, you've seen it. I've only just shown my face in IWT and here I am, in no time battling for the number one contender spot. This, my brethren, is where I don't stop running towards the distant calling, even if it takes me to evacuate my conscience, unleash the brute and finish Luis off with a Kawaiiji clutch. This is a critical checkpoint I have secured and it goes without saying that I'm not letting it slip away for anyone, not for Lord Lee's interest, because nothing I do in this biz is in vain and none of the circumstantial elements will change any of that, darn plain and simple.

    *Her face hardens*

    It is quite distracting the thought of facing someone I admire so much. I almost feel like I am about to step in the ring, attempt to throw a punch and end up punching myself. It's like time and friendship has collided us into a human-form lichen, so to speak, which makes it all the harder for me to lose the innocence when we face at Uprising as well as it will for you. It is prickly to stomach, but the last thing you might want to do is to be fooled by my sugar-coated words. Jwab being injected into the mix isn't the only thing easing this hardship, because after all, I can't wait to put to proper use the times we have shared the space of a training ring. I've studied your weaknesses but I went beyond that too.

    *she looks down at the floor, gesturing as she speaks*

    Now, Luis, I'm not here to appraise anyone, but you are above all, a very carefully shrewd brother. I don't need my magnifying glass to see that you like to avail yourself of your mentor Lord Lee's experience for the scoops, I'm talking about the necessary fix of facts and figures concerning your opponents, which happen to be somebody Lee has faced or beaten during his golden past. Don't mistake me, I'm in awe with how technical you aspire to be, except, this time, I'm questioning whether Lee has been able to attend you and provide you those "stabilisers" to help you ride your way into a confident and well-informed performance when it comes to ring work against me.

    I'm sure Lee has nothing too menacing to disclose that may have repercussions on me and at this point, I trust you to keep away from toying with his impartialness, but I come to understand that there is more to you, more tricks up your sleeve, many sides of the polygon that you are that I am yet to discover, Mr. Ovaldinho. It's up to you to give up the mystery and make me all the wiser and informed on your next moves (just like Lee allows you to) or cower. Raine never misses a thing, remember?

    Well, enough lonely discourse...I want the storm brewing. I want the stimulating wind at my shoulders, I want the company kicking in. Either a Luis with answers or a bold Jwab to give me five good reasons that aren't "oh I want to fucking strip Alias off that gold stuff he don't deserve, that egotistical little spic, we have unresolved beef" that suggests why he is the man to conquer the summit that is the number one contendership, opposing to any of the non-jwabs that will be on your tail. I have all day, I'll even put the kettle on.


    *Raine remains seated facing the titantron*


    Show Spoiler
    *Sleeps on keyboard.*


     
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  5. #6 Ovaldinho, Jul 28, 2016
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    A mild pop bounces nicely off the acoustics of the arena as Luis Ovaldinho emerges from the curtain. He, in typical sporting fashion applauds the crowd before wasting no time in making his way to the ring, chomping at the bit to have his two cents said. He takes off his trusty, red Umbro tracksuit and swaps it with the ref for a microphone. He glances a look at Raine as he contemplates the hefty task at hand. He takes one last 360 degree look at the fans before getting started

    So I stand here..one win away from a Summerslam headliner.. I never thought this would have happened so quick. It's crazy. It's mind numbing, but in an inexplicably satisfying kind of way. I'd merely be just another Jwab though if I acted like it's already mine. Because while someone like Jwab acts only on what his emotions at the time tell him, a controlling and dominating competitor uses their expertise and avoids getting lured in and suckerpunched. I'd have to give you a novel the length of the entire Harry Potter franchise to properly divulge on all the incidents where Jwab has shot himself in the foot.

    From parting ways with The Cure, to finding himself in career limbo for a long while.
    Then there was him pissing in Dat Kid's hands in the Elimination Chamber, only for Dat Kid to reply back by pissing in both of Jwab's eyes with a victorious vengeance that very same match.
    And with so many other incidents between then and the most golden one of all; Jwab's loss to Lord Lee.


    Now, that loss to Lord Lee ruined Jwab's grand plan. That plan, like the one he sloppily devised when he entered this tournament, was alllll about Jwab facing Alias for the gold Jwab has yearned for all this time. Jwab was exposed then and there in late 2014 for being unhealthily obsessed with Alias, being swept up in what he feels is a requirement to prove that he was, better than Alias. Guess what Jwab? You're not. You were and still are looked at as the dingleberry of The Cure. But now, in a way that only Jwab can, he's mindlessly desecrated the amazing deal he had with Alias, to once again try and fulfil this dumb creepy fantasy of his, only for Alias to likely not even be champ come Summerslam....

    It's over Jwab.... This whole dream of yours is once again over, and all before the bell for our match has even rung, hey you're not even here yet. R-Right now *Luis feels the urge to laugh but tries to push it back in an effort to retain composure* you're probably in the bathroom crying your eyes out. Don't worry Jwab, It's for the best. you were not going to win anyway. Against Alias, or Aids, or even this match. This is a two horse race between me and Raine, all you've shown to me, besides from a few cool tricks against Amos, is that you're the same self-destructive goofball who was DQ'ing himself at IWTMania...or was that your 'stunt double'? I don't know, I'm sure you'll tell me the 'street-facts' upon your arrival.

    Upon finishing that sentence, Luis fixes his stare back at Raine, shifting his focus

    But of course, as much I extract a great amount of pleasure from Jwab's anti-climactic career here, it's only right to focus on the person who I can proudly call my partner-in-crime. Raine, I've never fully understood too well the 'Nirvana' you've always told me about and talked about when you've come out here. But perhaps our differences in spirituality are what allow us to compliment each other. It takes a lot for a testosterone fuelled young lion like myself to see a woman of your intellect, figure and approach and not get taken off track. Thankfully, all that time we've spent together training has allowed me to see you for what you are, another competitor whose earned their place in IWT, fighting for the same thing as me. Now, I look at the move you're training to do, rather than peeking at your posterior while you train. And that's what it is between me and you. We're not clouded with neurosis the same way Jwab is, thankfully.

    Luis' shining bright face drops to something a little more somber, looking up in the air and puffing out his cheeks

    But all the talk about obligatory mutual respect ends there Raine. Because at the day, only one of us can get the win, go on to Summerslam and take place in the final chapter of this underdog story. And we're at the point now where we will have to land a move on eachother. Multiple moves at that. One of us will have to pull the damn trigger on the other, and while we both have a mutual understanding of this predicament staring us sternly in the face, that doesn't change the pain one of us, if not both of us will feel. So if you do lose, I hope 'the sweet release of Nirvana' at least eases your sorrows.
     
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  6. *Lights go out in the arena as his brand new entrance music hits*



    *A light beams the stage and Jwab is standing in the center of the spotlight. The crowd erupts in boos as Jwab is standing there with new gear and a new shirt. He smirks as he slowly makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the crowd completely. He makes his way into the ring and stands between Luis and Raine. He takes a look at both of them before speaking*

    Clearly, today has been a very frustrating day for me. A part of it was watching my brother Alias lose the title but that wasn't the entirety of it. It wasn't even half of it. It was seeing the likes of Victoria Parker and Aids Johnson get title shots on the very same night that I am stuck here fighting against these two. It was sickening seeing that I have to stoop so low to participate in this bottom feeder's tournament against the likes of these two while the woman I destroyed at Night Of Champions two years ago, gets ANOTHER title shot. A man that lost to arguably one of the worst competitors in IWT history, worse than Alex Simms, and then gets another title shot AND SOMEHOW MANAGES TO WIN. *laughs* I am not going to lie, it hurts. It hurts knowing that at SummerSlam, I would'n't have had Alias at his A game. As Luis seems to not understand, it was never about myself and Alias. It was about the IWT Championship. It always has been about the IWT Championship and beating Alias at the top of his game would have been an incentive. A great cherry on top of the wonderful sundae that would've been me being crowned as IWT Champ at SummerSlam. But, I now get the pleasure of being the one to finally put the old dog down when, NOT IF, WHEN I win this match.

    *licks his chops as he paces and stops towards Luis. He claps his hands while looking at Luis with spite*

    Thank you for telling these people a very exaggerated and far fetched outlook on my career. It's like listening to a broken record or a local radio station that plays the same two songs after each other over and over and over again. It's like watching a snake eat it's own tail. Everyone keeps on doing it but it doesn't matter anymore. I appreciate you taking the time out of your day to study me just like every rookie like you and Raine should be doing. I appreciate the ambition of being with the company for being only two weeks and thinking you deserve to be apart of the title picture. Neither of you paid your dues like I have. The advantage you two have coming into this match is that you didn't even have a challenging first round match up. I faced a potential future IWT champion in Evander Amos. Somebody that was in the IC title picture and was a threat to Aids Johnson. I decimated him in front of his hometown crowd. Raine, you fought a nobody that I've never heard of. While, you Luis... you. You did what? Nothing. Literally. Nothing. You got a first round bye cause Raynor did what he always does, hypes up a return, and then never fucking shows up like the piece of shit he is. Luis, you can sit here and read the transcript that your mentor, Lord Lee, probably wrote for you. I'll give him props for being the only man to beat me in singles competition but it was nothing but dumb luck. I was on a streak, I underestimated what seemed to be enhancement talent at the time and he got a quick roll up. Good for him, if he ever showed his face around me again. I'd knock his rotten teeth down his worn out throat for training a bunch of Garbage Pail Kids like you two. I don't live in the past like you, Luis. The Cure is no more, it's been no more. It was no more the second I left. You can bring up the few lows in my career without bringing up any of my many successes. But, I didn't come back to acknowledge my achievements of the past or reform old duos, I came back to leave a definitive legacy and leave IWT in better shape than it was when I came back.

    *Puts his hand through his hair and bites his upper lip before speaking again*


    I've been at this for 4 years. For 4 years and I never got a title shot at the IWT Championship which is ludicrous. After all I've done to make changes and make waves in this company. After everything that EVERYONE has done. Aids finds his way back on top of the totem pole and I have a problem with that. I am responsible for the 2nd generation. I was Zeus. I was Zeus who freed the gods from the pits of Kronos' stomach and ushered in a new era. In this case, Kronos is back and the old guard are getting opportunities again and that is sickening. I am here to do what no on else has been able to do and that is to finally put the old dog down for good. In the eyes of these people, I may be painted as a villain by two nobodies trying to play up the underdog gimmick.. but if they weren't blinded by this pestilence in IWT. They would clearly see that I am the only beam of hope they got. That I'm the hero... the monarch... the exceptional one. I am the best IWT has to offer at this very moment and it distinctly shows. You can try and write me off as a man that lost his way on a few occasions and not the man that has shined time and time again. I am done taking the back seat after lighting the fire under the main event's ass under many occasions. It's time for me to take the wheel. I am the heir apparent to the throne.

    It's time to take my rightful place at the top of Mount Olympus

    OOC - I am very tired and I am going to hibernate

     
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  7. *Raine, from the top turnbuckle nods at both men in front of her, with the usual pout marked on her face. She tightens her grip on the mic*


    Raine: Well, look what the cat dragged into my ring...two fired up men on the loose and a dusty history book that should have been closed eons ago. I look at both of you guys.. and see through your inner mirror reflections that all reason is ending and allll because of what the conflicting biblical past may say about Jwab or anyone else involved with us.

    All this yapping about shattered dreams that turn out to be endless stairways and fine delusions when there is more beyond that, my brethren. Is this fabric of space between us too blurred with snapshots of bittersweet memories to see what we really have in front of us? This is all about the underdog story now, it’s now the struggle between two of Lord Lee’s apprentices and the hero among many they call Jwab, not the queen of time and twisted games’ stomping ground. History ain’t going to dictate where this is boundless journey is going to head to at this stage of the tournament, at the end of the day, it all gets mopped up come Uprising where all that matters is the thirst for that IWT championship in the midst of the heatwave emanating from this unique three-way altercation we find ourselves in.



    *Raine gently jumps off the turnbuckle and strides to the right side of the ring where she faces Jwab*


    The highs and lows of your career may have taken its toll on you, Jwab, and not only that, all of these experiences are keeping you improperly motivated, which is a shame but don’t forget that at this moment you aren’t stooping as low as you think.. perchance you have more reason to feel blessed to be facing two glowing nimble superstars like me and Luis, newly harvested by Lord Lee’s battered hands. It’s clear to me that while my first round wasn’t as much to boast about as the way you impressively sacked the likes of a challenging Evander Amos out of the tourney or I wasn’t the one to defeat Victoria Parker in the grand stage of all champions, or not even appear to be the slightest threat to Aids, I am, after all, at the cusp of this new generational wave of IWT athletes with a lot to offer. A lot to offer against a small fraction of demand...for now. And you may think you’re the only beam of hope for the company today but one day... I will radiate brighter and corrode until culmination of that emotional blindness that is eating you up.

    Y'see, I don’t have to share the same wealth of success points in this company as you or need to imbibe the steroidal shadows of the past to outrival somebody who is far advanced in the starting grid than me. I don’t even have to bring up my eminence in the now kaput NGW or shove down everyone’s throats all the checkmates I achieved throughout my career to try and compare myself to you or to any other peril watching me. It’s ludicrous how I don’t even care that I may be the chosen apprentice to inherit and channel that Lord Lee spirit the day he excelled before your eyes, hell, I may even finish you off with the same sneaky roll up too, but no, his story is none of my business right now. Why flash and wave about an exaggeratedly adorned CV to let the world know that you deserve the IWT championship when it may not mean anything at the end of the day? Don’t you see that just being an ambitious longshot who has unfortunately had it easy in this tournament just like me or Luis can be as worthy as Zeus to tackle Aids off his throne?

    *She scratches her head and squints at her thoughts*

    You just haven’t quite cracked the code yet, Jwab. The mystique of Raine is only a match away and you wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.



    *She swiftly turns to Luis with the turn of the heel. She attempts to repress the sarcastic chuckles at the thought of Luis’ last line of his speech before speaking.*


    And as for you, Luis, I wish you all the luck a woman can give, because, deep within, it is all a man ever yearns for in a heated battlefield. As hazy as the future of this strained arms race has been manifesting itself these past few days, my sense of newcomer confidence has served me as the valuable windscreen wiper, nothing like being perturbed by a slight arrogant fallout between you and Lee, which I am sorry it had to happen. And as for my devotion to the promised land of Nirvana, you will never quite understand with that suffocating spirit of yours. I hope one day to heal you just as well as I have trained you, brother. But I’m afraid it’s too late now that it’s time to gear up and square off against all the guilt and fear that comes attached with the surprise package of facing me at Uprising. All in all, may the best non-jwab win.
     
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  8. #9 Ovaldinho, Jul 29, 2016
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    Ovaldinho places his hand on a chin while he digests all that he's heard. He stretches his neck and takes deep breaths, allowing the crowd to get their array of chants in for the mean time. Upon preparing to speak once more, his eyes meet with Raine. His response is to but merely grin in her direction, a warmth still present despite the situation ongoing

    Raine, your elegant way with words is as engaging and delightful on the ears as ever. For I can't lie, who am I to even attempt to say all too much in your direction, you've been fairly non-malicious to me in your last two promos. And also, you make a valid point about this match; it should be all about the IWT championship. And it's indeed what I want more than anything else, more than any sponsorship or lucrative deal that the mad man himself Lord Lee could get me. But to me, that's all so obvious. Why else would I come out here and put all this effort into this match? I'm not saying what I'm saying to Jwab for the sake of tearing him down, it's just that I need to in order to put him in his place, and if it takes putting him in his place, back down into the crippling reality of being IWT's guy.. that could have and never did do the big one, I'll do that.

    Luis proceeds to turn his head towards Jwab, any cheerfulness left in Luis' worn out face gradually evaporates during the course of this next paragraph

    And Alright Jwab, seeing as I'm once again talking about you, let's address your rebuttal. Maybe you have a point that your past is not fully representative of who you are today and maybe how I outlined your obsession of Alias was perhaps hyperbole, but at the end of the day the fact remains that you partnered back up with Alias, merely to just burn the bridge and proclaim that you "want Alias Antonio vs. The Jwab. I want Cure vs. Cure. " Forgive me for how the alarm bells of the same old Jwab appeared before me. I do grant that you've since reset your sights, but it's hard to forget you did that so recently. Regardless, don't you DARE give me a lecture on the past when I hear you talk about how you spearheaded the second generation. You could have said that tripe on a soapbox for all I care as that means NOTHING to me.

    Luis shakes his head while his eyes momentarily close, as he attempts to deal with his disdain*

    Jwab may have had special moments in IWT but the problem is Jwab is nothing special. How can you, Jwab, be best described, when you think about his track record, not necessarily his win/loss record, but how's he handled himself in big matches; A specialist in failure. And for years to come, the critics and many of the experts will always hang that tagline over his fallen head.

    These last few months IWT has seen names like Scott Fargo, James Dragon & Bishop debut in glorious fashion. It's their time. I believe it's Raine and/or Luis Ovaldinho's time too! The new class of IWT has enrolled, and we're already beginning to take over the dinner hall. Maybe it's time, Jwab, for you to just accept a lower grade and graduate with it.

    And sure, a fair point, I beat Raynor via forefit, but I'm well in my right to assume I would have beaten him regardless. I won my debut at IWTMania and my form hasn't dropped since. If anything I'm only beginning to form a rhythm. I didn't ask for Trevor and I certainly didn't ask for that sorry excuse of an opponent to no show. That aside,
    Jwab arrogantly treats this match as if it's beneath him. as if being alongside new blood like Raine and myself should not be expected of him. It's this arrogance that you've never gotten rid of, and it's what was so prominent in your past failings, I justifiably have every reason to believe it can contribute to you losing again.


    Luis turns his attentions to the hard camera, gently licking his lips as his pupils stiffen, he cracks his neck and assumes an imposing posture

    And Aids, hopefully you're watching.. you better be listening, because while I congratulate you on being the first ever five time IWT champion, I'm ready to put in work if I win, I don't care if you face me in the sub-par state you've consistently been in since mid 2014, or if you come out as the new reinvigorated Aids Johnson we saw in the second half of your match vs Alias, I will go at you like that belt like you used to go after your 3rd bottle of Jaimeson. Potentially facing you is an honour, so imagine the euphoria flowing through my veins at the thought of beating you. It's enough to make me bleed buckets for this match. [voice becomes more assertive] Watch me Aids, watch me IWT. Watch Ovaldinho put on a fucking clinic.

     
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  9. *Leaning on the turnbuckle, chuckled at almost everything that Raine had to say. The second Luis began to spoke about Jwab, he stood up straight and stared. Figuratively burning a hole through his skull with his gaze.*

    I'm tired. Very tired of having to step into this ring every time and listen to people falsify history. Twist words and make up their own fantasies, taking one negative to out weigh the positives. You throw around my past like you were there. A fly on the wall. Pretending that I don't have one of the best win loss records in IWT history at this very moment. These big matches that I am a failure in DON'T EXIST. What are they? The Elimination Chamber where I got screwed after outlasting 4 other competitors and was attacked from behind by someone who was already eliminated. I stole the god damn show that night. What is the other? The night of Survivor Series that I led Team IWT to near victory outlasting every single person on my side and being in the final two there as well. How I handled both of those nights? I became a movie star that has won Academy Awards and is the lead star in my own record breaking franchise, Protectors Of The Universe... and the other? I became the general manager of IWT and brought in even more talent than I did before when I came here with The Cure. You keep on pretending like I haven't paid my dues. Everyone here keeps on pretending like I don't deserve to be in the top spot when the reality of it all is... if Victoria Parker, Aids Johnson, and the likes of Michael are in the top spot? There is no reason why I shouldn't be IWT Champion after proving that I'm better than each and every one of them time and time again.

    You two... are nothing. I don't want to keep on clarifying that over and over but it's a simple fact. Your sight is limited. You only see what is tangible but you don't think about the bigger picture. There is a bright shining light blinding you here. It's all around you cause you just don't know how to stop, take a look at the situation you are in, and think. The narrative that is presented here is not about you, it never will be. This is a dying company that is losing the ability to sustain itself. Every year, the light of IWT comes very close to burning out and I am seizing this opportunity before it is no more. I'll tell you the truth. I've tried to fight this. I wanted to stay away and set myself up with a life where I could do whatever I want. I tried to fight this destiny of becoming IWT Champion for months, Alias called me tried to bring me back a year ago, I said no. But, I've learned... the harder I fight this destiny and try to postpone the one thing I've always wanted since signing my name on the dotted line of that satanic contract in 2013. The harder my destiny fights back. Urging me to hop back in this ring and take my body to the limit. To atone for all of the times that I've come so very close and fucked it up by letting a nobody like Lee or Bruce Knight take the opportunity that should have been mine. Everyone knows how hindsight is a fucking bitch and I'm not letting another opportunity slip out of my hands tonight.

    One could say that all of this is one big addiction. One that I thought I cured myself from but I have this sense of loyalty in the back of my mind. Watching this place that was once a beautiful garden that I used to visit every day being over taken by the weeds of the past. I want to start anew and the only way to do that is to take down Aids Johnson for good. Like I said, I appreciate the enthusiasm and ambition that radiates off the both of you but this is life. Your careers have just sprouted and it's crazy to see new talent get opportunities like this that you truly don't deserve. Sooner or later the two of you have to accept that life... life is filled with disappointment. It's just the basic fact. It's reality, it's not pretty, it's not nice, and it rarely works out the way you think it should. But when it does work out, it's beautiful and that is what I am striving for tonight. Beating Evander Amos, beating two up and coming future world champs, and going to the 2nd biggest show of the year to beat a delusional drunk who does nothing but spit profane lies and wiggles himself back into the big picture over and over again. To put him down for good, that is my destiny. I don't care what the history books write about me cause that changes tonight.

    You two can team up against me. Do what you want. The only way either of you are walking out of here the winner after spitting nothing but the past and nonsense poetry is if I'm paralyzed or dead. Someday looking back on this you will understand that I am doing this for you and everyone in attendance tonight. You'll regret that we all wasted our energy on this tournament instead of taking a step down and letting me handle this from the get go. But that day isn't today, is it? No, today you will shake your fist at me and praise everyone here for cheering you on and keeping the illusion that you still have a horse in this race alive.

    Maybe I'm not the hero. Maybe I shouldn't concentrate on sitting on top of the throne of Mount Olympus. Maybe at the end of the day, I was brought here to be the villain this company needed. To win the title and then turn this whole mountain into rubble so that we may build a new foundation on the ashes of the old. Start anew. I win tonight and we'll be one step closer. There will only be one obstacle in my way before I can make the changes that are necessary. Deliver the raven to Aids Johnson cause I'm coming for him. I'm not coming to have fun and roast him about his alcohol abuse. I'm coming to end his overstayed welcome for good.

    *surveys the crowd*

    Come SummerSlam... I will be walking out of the arena with the IWT Championship, the respect from each and every one of you, and most importantly... my love for this business intact.

    *he gives one last smile before letting the mic drop to the canvas to finish the match*

    OOC - Great stuff guys. You both really uhhhhhh made this very difficult for me. Win or lose this was very fun and probably my best match since Nick. ​
     
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  10. Top match, very glad to have two competent opponents to test myself against

    @Roadster Get that got damn voting going my good man
     
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    Read and vote!
     
  12. This is bullshit, man. If I vote for anyone but Jwab, I'm just gonna get roasted for being biased, smdh.
     
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  13. Chrissey delivering on all fronts. Extremely entertaining, but nothing to take away from Oval and Jwab. Both you lads had extraordinary promos. It came down to which one I had a better time reading, and Chrissey delivered.
     
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  14. All you guys delivered and the promos were dope, but Oval just edged it out for me. Either way, great stuff from all involved
     
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  15. This was a great debut for Raine and a great match.
     
  16. Raine debuted before this :harvey:
     
  17. Dude I'm tired fuck off :kanye2:
     
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  18. STOP CRYING OVER SPILT MILK
     
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  19. Shut up.