Voting IWT VICE #10 - Brad Blitz vs. Slate Bass

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Roadster, Sep 3, 2016.


Who Won?

Poll closed Sep 5, 2016.
  1. Brad Blitz

  2. Slate Bass

  3. Participants only

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

    (@NickThePenguin) Brad Blitz vs. Slate Bass (@Jet Starr)

    The rules are as follows:

    -No interuptions, only competitors can post here
    -Pictures, videos, livestream etc. are all banned, apart from titantron entrances.
    -The first promo must be posted within 24 hours.
    -There is a 2 promo limit.
    -Voting will then last for 24 hours after the last promo is posted.

    Voting for yourself will result in instant disqualification and suspension

    Please don't post during the match. If you need to post an OOC post,
    it needs to be important, short and be in a Spoiler.​
  2. Show Spoiler
    ooc: @NickThePenguin go first because I have to deal with a personal issue and will post later
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  3. Brad Blitz comes running out of the backstage area hyped and ready for a fight. He hits a few fans hands before finally sliding into the ring at full speed almost sliding to the other side of the ring. He stands on the second rope, hypes up the crowd then jumps off, landing in the middle of the ring.

    Blitz: What an opening month I’m fixing to have in IWT. This week I have my first match against a man by the name of Slate Bass. Then two weeks from now I will face him again but with Arno Frye as my partner and he will have Tyson Frost as his in the Revival Tag Tourney. So me and Bass are going to get to know each other to say the least. But this isn’t the first time Ive met Mr. Bass. The first time we ever met was backstage at NGW.

    The fans in the arena start booing when they hear the name NGW.

    Blitz: To say the least I have a certain distain towards Bass. He carries himself around like he’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. He calls himself the alpha of IWT, the head honcho, the leader of the pack. Very fond words for a man that drinks martinis in his backyard alone with his dog. While you're in your backyard sipping martinis, I’m in the gym drinking water and making sure that your jive wanking, limp walking, booty wiping ass of yours stays on the bottom of IWT. I will beat you this week and in two weeks time I will beat you again.

    A loud roar comes from the crowd and a smile comes across the stern face of Brad Blitz.

    Blitz: I came to IWT to shoot down the stars and make my way up, but facing people like Slate Bass is not what I had in mind. This man is more fit to be on an episode of RuPaul drag race’s than on IWT television. For god’s sake the only people that wear fedoras should be no one.

    The stern serious face is back on Blitz as he continues to talk about Slate Bass.

    Blitz: You think owning a nice house, a pool and some expensive dog makes you successful then you got another thing coming. I have worked my ass off to get to this ring, to entertain these fans, win a mid-card championship, and to maybe one day get a shot at the IWT World Championship. You are entitled to nothing in this business, it doesn’t matter if you was a world, mid-card, or tag champion in another company, its what you make of yourself here is what matters.​
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  4. Once Slate Bass' music begins playing, women dressed in short/shining pink dresses start walking out from the backstage area, lining each side of the ramp.
    The beat drops in the music and Slate comes out onto the stage with a quick little spin before stopping, smirking towards Brad Blitz and tipping his fedora.
    He makes his way down the ramp, pointing at either side of women whenever the song says "girl's hit'ya hallelujah".
    After finally making it into the ring, he stops short of Brad Blitz and lets out an amused "heh".
    Slate motions to a stagehand, who hands him a microphone before scurrying off.

    Slate: Why hello there Mr. Blitz. I, Slate Bass, am here tonight to do two things. The first is to embarrass you. The second is clarify a few things.

    Slate begins taking off his entrance attire while continuing to talk.

    Slate: First off, to answer your ridiculous inquiry directly, jack...Yes. I do think that owning a nice house, a pool, an exquisite canine and sipping some fine martinis in my backyard are a mark of success. It's success because it means that I get paid a lot of money. Now how do you get paid a lot of money, I do so wonder? Well the answer to that is simple my dear boy, it's by being one of the absolute best one can be. Unlike you, who probably lives in some normal place, paying rent, grocery shopping for yourself on the regular, and driving a sub-par car because all you can amount to is a sub-par level, I have always been on top of my game. You brought up NGW. You want to bring up the past, baby? Then let's bring up the past.

    Slate motions for the women on the ramp to take his entrance attire back to his personal locker room.
    Slate walks closer to Brad Blitz.

    Slate: So, Blitzy-Boy, I guess I don't need to tell you who I am and what I was there. I was involved in multiple championship matches, I was involved in the main event. You, however, need to refresh my memory because up until you said we were in the same company, I had no clue funkin' hell you were...actually I still don't nor do I really care. Whatever happened in the past, is old news and I'm here to make some new headlines, daddy. If you think that for two seconds some generic, crowd lovin', hand holdin', rule followin', smoother than a baby's bottom and weaker than a wrinkly geezer-jive turkey like yourself holds a candle to the Head Pimp in Charge...then I'll walk back up that ramp and leave. But you and I, as well as anybody with at least half a brain cell know, that this is not the case.

    Slate walks around Brad Blitz, eyeing him up and down with a disgusted look on his face.

    Slate: I will win. Then when I team up with that Irish storm-cloud, WE will win. I am disgusted by you and I want this over with as soon as possible. I said I wanted to face the best, but they've given my IWT debut. Well at least I know that the higher ups want to make their next star look good, as if I ever needed help with that. You're in my way, so either leave this ring and forfeit, or I'm going to have to get a little funky here, Blitzy-Boy.

    Slate now leans on the ropes, opposite of camera side, looking past Brad Blitz, with an annoyed look on his face.
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  5. Blitz steps up to Bass, blocks him from being able to move from the ropes, and looks up at him with a certain grit in his eyes. Blitz stares Bass in the eyes till finally

    Blitz: Whats wrong with living in a normal house Mr. Bass? Most of these fans here go back to a normal house and I bet they are happy with doing so. Your big house and nice pool means nothing to me. Theres no telling how far in debt you are right now. I know that when I go home I don't have to worry about my house being audited, you on the other hand must cry yourself to sleep on your 100,000 dollar pillows because you're in crippling debt every single night.

    Blitz backs away a little and paces the ring, staring at Bass the whole time

    Blitz: You think being handsome is going to get you any further than someone that you think isn't as handsome as you? You think your looks give you a advantage in this ring? Hell no. It takes one of these punches Blitz holds up his fist to make that face look more like your ugly dogs.

    Blitz takes off his bomber jacket and throws it on top of a turnbuckle.

    Blitz: I’m not leaving this ring anytime soon bud. This is a debut for both of us Mr. Bass, we are part of the new class of talent that is debuting in the coming months. We are the future of IWT, but for gods sake if you become any type of champion then our future is bleak. You are undeserving of anything in this company. Yet. You have to prove yourself to the IWT universe and the guys backstage. I need to do the same. This is what this match is for, its to prove ourselves to these fans. To them we are two nobodies that just arrived in the company. One wears a bomber jacket and the other one is a pimp that thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips.

    Blitz walks around the ring till finally settling in the middle of the ring

    Blitz: Sure I’m a rule following, crowd lovin’, whatever you called me. But its because I love this business. I love being able to make a living by fighting people that think they are better than me. Seeing there face as I pin them for a 1-2-3 and them realizing that they were wrong. Gets me every time. You might win tonight but I probably will, but we both know this is the start of two long and successful careers. That is if you can make it out of our match tonight. Because honestly I need this win, you are already known by some of these fans here from your previous work but this is my first match for a big crowd like this. I need this win to show these people I’m not just some good guy that’s all talk and no show. I need to beat you Slate Bass and I need to show these people that I am here to stay. I need to show you that I’m more than just a some generic, crowd lovin', hand holdin', rule followin', smoother than a baby's bottom good guy.

    Blitz has a look in his eye that looks like he is fixing to kill Slate Bass. He stares at Bass waiting for his response.
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  6. Slate stares at Brad Blitz for a moment.
    He then bursts out laughing.

    Slate: Woo, oh, that's rich. First off, yes I am handsome, yes it has gotten me places is this business and no, I am not in debt. Is that all you've got Blitzy-Boy? I think you need to fact check some things. I own and run multiple clubs on top of being the best at what I do, and that's being Slate Bass. This pretty face isn't all that I have, baby, no. I have tussled with the hardest of the hardcore, the brightest of dim bulbs, the top of all rusty chains and those who see themselves as the best and you know what they all learned? They aren't better than the Bass. In the sports entertainment world, in the world of the socialites and the world of business, I have always dominated.

    Slate surveys the crowd, looks back at Brad Blitz, surveys the crowd one more and peers mockingly into Blitz' eyes.

    Slate: Let me clarify this, jack. What you think of my pool, my fancy house and myself, mean nothing to me. I don't care about your opinion, their opinions or any else's for that matter. You said that I "might" win or that you "probably" will. Well daddy-o, in my world there are no maybes, because maybes equal doubt, doubt equals failure and the Head Pimp in Charge doesn't deal with failure. You're right about one thing though, baby, you do need to beat me. You need to beat me so that you won't go home and cry into your ninety-nine cent store cheap linen at night. You need it because you doubt yourself. You need it because I'm better than you. And not in the classic baddy just saying it kind of way, no no no, but in the sincere way Blitzy-Boy. Hell, you basically admitted it by saying these fans....ugh, these things.....know me because of my previous, marvelous work and none of them have a damn clue who you are nor do they really care.

    One of the women from Slate's entrance come back out, catching Slate's attention. She hands Slate his i-Phone, which he puts up to his ear.

    Slate: Huh, you don't say?....Really now, I don't think that's very nice....Are you sure, I mean he's about to lose to me....Oh now you want him to know it even more, you say?....Well okay then, I'll tell him. Smooches.

    Slate hands the phone back to the woman, sending her backstage again. Slate scratches his head a few times while bringing the microphone to his mouth and bringing it back down a few times. He finally looks at Blitz and speaks again.

    Slate: Blitzy-Boy, that was the future calling. It wanted me to tell you that you and it are breaking up, baby. Sorry for the bad news. I'm bored of him now, so let's get my debut win over with, shall we?

    Slate lobs the microphone in the direction of Blitz, before Slate slowly walks back to his corner.
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  7. @THG?: Alias Antonio
    @Shadow: Jack Forté
    @Gav in da BPL!: Gav the Chav
    @Nickelodeon: Nick
    @Jacob Fox: Schizo
    @King B: Declan Zanotto
    @impactking: Chris Young/Lilith Young/Ashley Young
    @CBK_15: Jack Lux
    @Ring Rust: Perceval "Rusty" Donohue
    @Drag: James Dragon
    @Ryan Davis: Ryan Davis
    @rydogg: Braeden Cross
    @Chief Dojopper: Scott Fargo
    @Ovaldinho: Luis Ovaldhino/Lord Lee
    @Indy: Danny Jacobs
    @AfricanScatMahn: The Scat
    @B1skit: Cousin Eddy
    @Forrest OAKADA: Leo Taylor
    @C.M. Shaddix: Corey Marcus "C.M." Shaddix
    @Chrxsiie: Raine
    @TheTNHMaster: Chris Kaizer
    @Blind: Mark Knight
    @Ellis Sullivan: Ellis Klein
    @Botchie Botcherson: Arno Frye
    @KevinJamesFan: Ronnie S. Huxley
    @Dylan™ : Guernica
    @Big E Rection: Dat Kid
    @RedDwarfTechy: Colt Hellbeck
    @TheWUKMaster: The Blackfire
    @Gino Bambino: Louie Aldo
    @Aurtle the Turtle: Rio Nakayama
    @NLSuplex: Ivy Hale
    @Black Wizard: Kelsey Taylor
    @TheFrostyBlur: Tyson Storm
    @Electro: Darius LaVonte
    @Adamska.: Adam Burke
    @Swing Car: Paul Allen
    @PJ Ibarazaki: Paul Ravana
    @SmackChat-Luke: Artemis
    @SupaHeeroh: Buster Gates

    Read and vote!
  8. Had fun dude, see you in two weeks
  9. Ditto.
  10. I always read Slate Bass' promos with this voice.

    You're welcome!

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  11. On-par in many ways, but felt that Jet had a little more experience, just from the way he talked. Points for being visually pleasing, as well.
  12. voted participant since Jet is my tag team partner. However I would've voted for him. I liked his layout a lot more and he does have more experience in this E-Fed business. Nick did do a good job and he could get high up in the ranks if he does get some more practice in.
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  13. Here's your winner...SLATE BASS!