Post by Joe on May 17, 2017 23:42:54 GMT -5
The show opens with the sounds of “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” by Journey, and fans in the know start to boo immediately as “The Elite” Ethan Elliot makes his way to the ring wearing street clothes. Elliot, looking smug as ever, sporting one his own t-shirts under a blazer and wearing dark slacks, hair gelled straight up, looks like he’s got something on his mind.
“Why don’t all you loud mouth losers go find the concession stand, or better yet, go leave and find a cheeseburger… I know you fat asses are probably just hangry right now, and I don’t have time for your whining. I’ve got serious business to attend to; all of Ethan Elliot’s business is serious, for that matter. Unlike your jobs at convenience stores, Walmart, or selling your food stamps on the local selling walls.”
Yeah, he’s getting big heat now, many slurs are being tossed at him, and he’s just talking louder over it.
“Tonight, I’m in the main event, which I’m sure you all know… against some nobody named Drake Steel…”
Cheers now for “Mr. Money’s Worth” are academic.
“Oh, so you have no taste either; go figure.”
Boos resume.
“Drake Steel has been running his mouth behind my back, talking a load of malarkey about my skills, my guts, and my ability to hang in the ring with him. If he’s man enough, he’ll come say it to my face, but I’d advise you idiots not to hold your breath, cause that’s pro-“
And with that, “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” by Rod Stewart hits, and this crowd lights up as the lights go down. Drake Steel struts his way out, looking pleased as he goes down the aisle, wearing his blue jeans and a tight black shirt, trying to channel Patrick Swayze from Roadhouse or something. It doesn’t matter, he owns it. Elliot balks at his behavior and looks a bit uneasy, as “The Ticket Master” slides into the ring and gets real close to him, smiling and chomping on his gum as the fans cheer.
He then raises the mic to his mouth.
“Oh, I’m sorry… were you saying something?”
Elliot backs off, smiling and scratching his chin with the mic before continuing.
“I was just giving these fans a little spoiler for the end of the night… you know, where I’m going to beat your ass, and maybe end your pathetic career? Ring a bell, Drake?”
“The only bell that’s getting rung tonight is your’s after I kick your head in and lay you flat out on this mat in about 90 minutes.”
Ethan steps in now, saying something off mic and Drake laughs, nodding. Drake then continues.
“You see, Ethan, believe it or not, many of these fans had no idea you were going to be in the main event. Hell, I could go Steve Harvey and survey a hundred of these fans, and ask them one question: ‘Who did you come to see tonight?’ Number one answer, one hundred percent answer, is going to be the man that puts the asses in the seats, ‘The Chairman of the IWL’, the man who sells all the tickets and the man who always gives them their money’s worth… Drake F’N Steel.”
The fans cheer for Drake now, and Ethan looks around, trying to tell them to shut up, but that’s useless.
“You got a big mouth and an even bigger ego, Ethan… and maybe you’ve done a few things. Maybe you’ve seen the inside of a few airports, took an Uber, wrestled a few places, and maybe a couple of single guys in the parent’s basements know who the Hell you are on some chat room somewhere.
“Is that supposed to impress me? You come out here in your neat little suit jacket your Mom probably bought you for graduation pictures, gel up your hair so you look real nice for picture day, too, and you want to try to big league me? Boy, are you serious?”
Ethan yells out, “BOY!?”
Ethan has heard enough.
“I’m not just big leaguing you, ‘Mr. I Spend My Free Time Making Up Nicknames’… I’m beating you, TONIGHT, and then you can go find an airport and get the Hell out of the IWL for good! This is my ring now!”
Ethan attempts to hit Drake with the microphone, but Drake ducks it! Ethan turns, only to see Drake loading up to maybe kick him upside the head, and Ethan drops and rolls out of the ring, not wanting any part of that! The fans cheer, as Ethan slowly makes his way up the ramp, yelling, “NOPE! NOPE! YOU’RE FINISHED, STEEL! YOU’RE DONE!”
Steel’s music hits again and he makes a “jerk off” motion towards Elliot, flinging his hand towards him in an obscene gesture, and then poses for the fans, as they are now hyped for what is sure to be a fiery main event tonight.
Justin Garrett vs. "The Modern Hero" Mike Ultra
Justin Garrett makes his way to the ring is a white cowboy hat, red trunks, and black cut off shirt. He has long blonde hair and a bad attitude. Mike Ultra, on the other hand, is sporting a bomber jacket with his name is cursive on the back, a short haircut with an above average length beard, and underneath he’s wearing a singlet that is black and gold with what looks to be a logo homage to Batman shaped somewhat to look like his initials, “MU”. Garrett has the much more impressive physique, at 6’07”, 260 lbs. with good tone to his muscles, while Ultra is not all that. While having good size at 6’04” and also 260, he has more of the “spare tire” look going on.
The fans found out that did not hinder his movement at all, and in fact he put on a very impressive display of athleticism in this contest, taking the crowd and his opponent by surprise! He has a number of nicknames he’s given himself, such as “Hands of Stone” and “Lightning Foot”. It became apparent why after landing an impressive Mafia Kick and Bicycle Kick during the contest, as well as a whopper of a Superman Punch to put Garrett down for the two. Garrett’s rough, physical style punished Ultra midway through the contest, but Ultra would get a HUGE pop, ducking Garrett’s finisher, the Tornado Lariat with a roll, followed by a Springboard Back Elbow off the middle, rope, and then a Front Flip Senton… and then a Standing Moonsault! For a man of his size and build, that was very impressive, but he would only get a two count, a testament to Garrett’s grit and toughness. Garrett would fight back with huge hooks to the body and a boot to the face of his own, running and trying to clobber Ultra with the Tornado Lariat again, but “The Golden Boy” would Bicycle Kick his arm, sending him spinning the opposite direction! Ultra would then land a Discus Haymaker of his own, knocking Garrett silly, sending him backwards and bouncing off the ropes. Ultra would pull Garrett is, lifting him and driving him hard with his nasty Gotch (Cradle) Piledriver, and it was all over! Mike Ultra wins the match and wins over a bunch of fans in the process!
The Blessed Ones: “The Wrestling Blessing” Daniel Cross & “The Chosen One” Casey King vs. Cole Miller & Kali Shine
Cross and King had their last match thrown out after putting Josh Doyle through a table with their Martyr Maker finisher. Now, they are looking to get their first official win, but they will have to take down the high energy duo of Shine and Miller. Cross and King are sporting black, blue, and pink trunks, with Cross looking very clean cut while King has long, dark hair and a five o’clock shadow. Both men look athletic, but Cross is much more toned. Cole Miller is a cardio-freak with big vascularity, though he’s very lean, sporting a hipster manbun and mustache at this point, but wearing dark black tights and kick pads with red designs to show his “edge”, apparently. Kali Shine has bright yellow and blue tights and also a braided manbun, with a thin, wispy beard, but he has a much brighter demeanor than Miller and gets the crowd behind them on his energy alone.
The match itself was pretty basic fair, as Cross and King cut off the ring, tagging in and out and doing flashy moves that might have otherwise been finishers, but in this case, it was all just kind of meaningless and gratuitous. Shine took most of the beating here, as Miller was the most experienced on the bunch and didn’t want to lose any face in what would obviously be a match they are losing. Miller made sure he looked strong, taking down both of his opponents with flashy kicks and knees, before performing a sensational DIVE that played well with the crowd. Miller got King back in the ring as the referee was on the outside, trying not to have a repeat of last show. Miller would try to hook King in for something, but King would catch him with the low blow, dropping Miller to a knee briefly and sending him stumbling around, holding his junk in pain. “The Chosen One” would grab him from behind and swing him around, blasting him with the Kingslayer (Wrist-clutch transition to Elbow Strike} and Miller is out! King makes the cover as Cross holds Shine on the outside, and that is that!
The Blessed Ones celebrate in the ring afterwards, but of course here comes the Celtic Death Squad! #BEATDOWN~! #REVENGE!!!11! Cross gets out of dodge, but Damian Doyle gets King up on his shoulders in the rack position as Josh heads up top, coming with a double stomp to his face into a Burning Hammer, the Irish Terror! The fans give the Doyles a good bit of support, and it’s clear we’re gearing up for a rematch… if it wasn’t already crystal clear before. And it was.
We hear the sounds of “Destroy Everything” by Hatebreed, and out comes “The Death Machine”, looking pissed in his wrestling gear. “Unstoppable” Jacob Black leaps to the apron and stomps into the ring, grabbing the mic forcefully from the ring announcer.
“I am sick to my fucking stomach tonight! And not just cause I’m looking at you ugly fucks!”
He’s getting a mixed reaction either way.
“I had to stand back there and watch this show kick off with Ethan Elliot and Drake Steel jerking off out here, telling you all how great they are and how great their match is going to be… a bunch of bullshit! Drake Steel comes out here and acts like he’s some kind of hard ass, pushing people around and spouting out his little nicknames, catchphrases, and all that other crap.
“Yeah, okay, you beat me at the last show, Steel, and today is a new day. You got a new opponent. He’s a piece of shit. I’m still here. I’m still breathing. I’m Jacob Black, and you can’t fucking stop me. I’ll be back, and I’m caving your head in. Promise. Bring Baylor’s bitch ass out here, I’m over it!”
Black throws the mic and turns around, pressing his forehead to the top turnbuckle as Jason Baylor makes his way out.
"Unstoppable" Jacob Black vs. Jason Baylor
Jason Baylor won last week. Jacob Black did not. Baylor, as noted before, is a pretty boy and a legit nice guy. He’s got a big, athletic build, and abs from a fitness magazine. He’s no master technician or striker, but he’s got good power and achieves big impact. All of that is meaningless tonight. Black has long hair, a beard, tattoos, black trunks, boots, whatever. He’s a killer, and Baylor isn’t.
Baylor came down to the ring and got on the buckles, showboating for the crowd. He jumped down and made the mistake of not turning around immediately. Black was peering behind him, as soon as he saw this, dashed and delivered a Flying Double Knee to the back of Baylor, sending him flying face first into the turnbuckles! The bell sounds and Baylor is hurting! Black comes off the ropes as Baylor stumbles, holding his back… BLACK TIDE (SPEAR SLAM)! Black is about to finish this and the fans are going nuts! Baylor is holding his gut, his midsection ravaged, and Black storms him again… SPLLLLATTTT! He hits the Knee-r Death Experience (Single Leg Knee to Doubled Over Opponent) and Baylor is knocked out, done. Dead, probably. Black makes the cover and that’s that. Took about two seconds, give or take, but that’s long enough to send a message loud and clear to the main eventers of the evening: Jacob Black is not far behind.
The Showstealers: Alex Williams & Shay Williams vs. Cobra Kai: “The American Ronin” Robert Lost & “The Boston Dragon” Shane Donovan
The Showstealers were successful last week, but this isn’t last week. They still show all of the confidence and flare, wearing their bright tights and sporting their cocky attitude, but tonight they face a much different team. Chicago Fire are great and put a Hell of a fight, but Cobra Kai have a look in their eye like they just want this more. Cobra Kai make their way out to the ring to “Danger Zone” by Kenny Loggins, and that gives a sense of their humor, but their fight is anything but laughable. Cobra Kai are wearing black and gold, with Donovan sporting trunks and Lost sports short tights, both with kick pads with golden cobras emblazoned on them. The beginning of the match is pure chaos, as Cobra Kai storm and strike first, and hard.
The match is a wild one, as the brothers Williams have a lot of fight in them and a lot of moves, high flying and high impact many and all of them, but Cobra Kai were relentless. Their speed, their strikes, and their crispness told the story of a team that were aiming high to be the big dogs in the tag team division, and looked to do that off the back so of the Showstealers. That, however, did not end up being the case! Donovan and Lost looked to have this in the bag, delivering the Poison Pill (Bridging Backdrop Driver/Spin Kick) combination, but Shay Williams broke it up with a Springboard 450 Splash to Donovan as he bridged, imploding him! Lost would kick and pummel Williams, pulling him in and attempting to lift him for maybe a Brainbuster, but Williams would reverse it into a Stunner, knocking Lost to the mat! Lost would make his way up to a knee, only to realize Alex Williams is back up, and both brothers charge is, planting Stereo Running Knee Strikes to him, blasting him down to the mat! Alex makes the cover as Shay keeps Donovan at bay on the outside, and it’s over! The Showstealers pull off another big win here!
Reid Wagner, Minori, and Matt Blair all make their way out to the ring for this next match, and it really looks to be a good one. That’s when “Epic” by Faith No More begins to play and out walks “The Face of Salvation” Cameron Priest with a mic, and he has something to say. The fans groan a bit, wanting the action to continue, but the intrigue is still slight.
“What do we have here… the big prospect, the foreign attraction, and the comeback story. What a picturesque group you all are, on your own, with your own little stories and agendas. Wonder who the brass want to see go over in this one… isn’t it obvious. I’ll give you a hint: it’s the white guy not pushing 40.”
He’s pointing at Matt Blair. Priest has a slicked back cut and beard, and is wearing red trunks with a black anarchy symbol on the front, two black lines going down each side of his trunks. He’s wearing black gloves and a bandana around his neck he’d pulled from his face before he began speaking.
“They sure as Hell don’t want me winning this thing. They don’t want to see my face leading this company, this BRAND, into the future. I don’t care for the rules prescribed by this society, and I don’t answer to any Gods. I’m not kissing any babies, I’m not signing any autographs, and if I’m making an appearance somewhere, I’m not going to spread the good news. What you are sucking down is an opiate for the masses, what you are seeing is a distraction, and it’s time for an overdose! It’s time to end this nightmare, this failed experiment, and it WILL be my face that leads this future, and the faces of those like me! It’s time-“
“For you to shut the Hell up and fight, loser!”
Matt Blair tosses the mic and motions to Priest to bring it to the ring. Priest shrugs, dropping the mic and slowly removing his shirt and bandana, as the bell sounds and the chaos begins.
"The Amazing" Matt Blair vs. Reid Wagner vs. "The Face of Salvation" Cameron Priest vs. Minori
Matt Blair is a super athlete, who can wrestle you on the mat, fly through the air, or trade kicks with you. His white and green tights sport his name, while his kickpads say “AMAZING” down the sides. Wagner is sporting a cut off black t-shirt and loose fitting black jeans. He’s not clean cut, with a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. Minori is very clean cut and lean, and is a real workhorse. He has gray and blue short tights, with his black hair cut in a frizzy fashion and short fuzz on his face.
These guys did a great job. Priest set himself up as the heel with that promo, and he took a lot of punishment throughout. A testament to his skills, though, as is the psychology he played throughout, snaking his way out and making his way back into the fold in opportune moments, picking up near falls off the work of others. Matt Blair showed his skillset nicely, flying to the outside with dives and trading big shots, never seeming to tire and really seemed to carry this match as the all-around best in the contest. As the youngest competitor, that was no small feat. Reid Wagner is a spot monkey with a couple of moves, and to his credit he doesn’t pretend to be anything else. He can throw some hands, he’s got a couple of kicks, but mostly he likes to jump off of things and hurt people however he can. He doesn’t care about hurting himself whatsoever, and that’s really where his charm lies. Minori is very unassuming in the looks department, but his strikes are undoubtedly the best in the IWL. He landed kicks, slaps, and chops that sent chills through the audience and everyone cringed as he delivered a Diving Double Stomp from the apron to Wagner on the floor, crushing him into the concrete. The match came to an end in a big finale for Blair, as he delivered a brutal Spinning Backfist to a charging Wagner, sending him flying under the ropes; he then caught a diving Priest with a Roaring Elbow to seemingly cold cock him. Minori would then charge him as he seemed off balance, but “The Amazing One” would leap from an off position and spin in the air, Roundhouse Kicking the Japanese star back to Tokyo! The fans would chant for Blair as Priest stumbled up, and Blair tried to lift him for the Air Raid Crash, but Priest reversed it into a Crucifix Pin! Blair is shocked, as the more experienced Priest pulled one over on him and got the three count!
The fans boo as Priest gloats, and Matt Blair looks absolutely stunned, holding his head in disbelief.
"Mr. Money's Worth" Drake Steel vs. "The Elite" Ethan Elliot
This is the big one. The talk is on the table, and now it’s time to fight.
Steel and Elliot have a stare down before the bell. Elliot tries to slap Steel, but Steel blocks it and begins unloading right hands! Steel backs him up and then tosses him off the ropes, catching the “Connecticut Crippler” with a High Calf Kick, followed by a pin attempt and a one count! Elliot hightails it under the ropes and takes a powder, not wanting more of that. Steel gives him time, showing the patience of a veteran and kicks back in the corner, laying across the ropes and mocking Elliot as the fans cheer!
Elliot makes his way back in, and these two circle each other. We have a lock up and we see an exchange of armbars, leading to some ground work. Elliot seems to be getting the better of this until Steel manages to get to the ropes and do a back flip to counter an armbar, followed by a big punch to the mouth, and Elliot is rocked again on the mat. Steel hurries, stomping Elliot and whips him again, blasting him with a Flying Back Elbow, followed by a Flying Forearm, and then Steel runs off the ropes… STEELSAUL- NO! Elliot moves, and Drake lands on his feet! “The Elite” hurries, nailing a basement dropkick, and then the punishment begins!
Stomping, stretching, grinding… it’s hard to watch, as Elliot picks apart the left leg of Steel, mocking him and the crowd in the process. Elliot locks on his Connecticut (Half) Crab at one point, causing Steel to get to the ropes to break it up. Elliot pulls him back to the center and locks on an Indian Deathlock, and Steel looks to be in a lot of trouble. Steel fights and pulls, motioning for the fans and they back him up as he manages to get to the bottom rope yet again to break up the agonizing submission hold.
Elliot smells blood in the water and looks to end it, grabbing Drake from behind and trying for the Elitist Driver (Lifting Inverted DDT), but Drake flips over it, hobbling on a leg, but he delivers a Steel Cutter (RKO) to buy himself some time! The fans chant as Steel lays motionless, with Elliot twisting and turning, trying to find his way back up. That’s when it happens…
KIP UP! Steel is back up and waves his arms, and the fans cheer!
Elliot gets up to a knee, and “The Chairman of the IWL” has him measured up… GOODNIGHT KISS- NO! Elliot dodges the finisher and rolls him up close to the ropes! The ref starts to count and Elliot grabs them, looking for the cheap win again, but NO! Steel somehow kicks out and the fans go nuts! Elliot has had enough, though, and goes to the outside, grabbing a steel chair!
Elliot BLASTS Steel with the chair over the head and the referee calls for the bell. Elliot isn’t done though, yelling, “YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME!?” He sandwiches Steel’s leg in the chair and seems to be looking to hit the Pillmanizer on him. Elliot goes to the middle turnbuckle, and that’s when DAVEY ANDERSON runs out and into the ring! Anderson rushes and leaps with great height, catching Elliot with a Corner Dropkick as he’s on the second turnbuckle that sends him flying from the ring!
Anderson isn’t done, as he rips off his shirt and yells out! Anderson goes to the outside and locks Elliot in the Crossface Chickenwing, banging his head in fury as he tries to rip Elliot’s shoulder to pieces! Officials hit the scene and try to break it up, but they can’t for minutes. Anderson is a man possessed!
Finally, Anderson lets go, looking over Elliot’s prone body with sick satisfaction, the fans supporting him in the background, patting his back and singing his praises as the show comes to an end.