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Friday Night Collision Episode R2; Tags: Some Like It Hot!
Topic Started: Jun 11 2018, 07:14 PM (119 Views)
Ayden Starr
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Mrs. Michael Stark, The Shinning Starr
Friday Night Collision Episode R2
Tags:Some Like It Hot!


The pyros go off in The Coliseum in St. Petersburg Florida! The theme for Collision blasts out of the speakers as the IBW Galaxy get hyped for the show!

Centuries by FOB begins filling the arena, replacing the Collision theme, as Owner and General Manager of IBW, Ayden Stark makes her way onto the stage with mic in hand!

"Welcome to Friday Night Collision! I hope you all Fellas and Lasses are prepared for a great show because that's what I have planned for you all!"

Ayden is about to continue speaking but stops and puts her hand on her clearly pregnant belly. Just for a moment, a slight look of pain but it is quickly replaced with a smile and a giggle.

"Oh my, these two are excited for the show! So let's get to it!"

Match 1: Triple Threat: Mike Daniels vs. Jacob Moore vs. Neil Price

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“The Mountain” from Three Days Grace starts playing, but nobody comes out during the first 16 seconds. Afterwards, at the 16-second mark, Mike comes out to the stage, still putting on his hand wraps. He stays there on stage, not even bothering to look at the crowd until he finishes what he's doing. Mike stares at the crowd for a moment or two, receiving mixed reactions in the process, before continuing his way down the ramp and to the ring.
Joe Hamilton: Gee, I think he got lost getting out here! Or at least he forgot to put on his wrist tape.
Andreas Crawford: Now, now… I heard this guy is a top newcomer to IBW. I think he’s just got a routine. Plus, look at him, he’s obviously uber-focused here.
Jacob Moore is out next as the Smashing Pumpkins’ “Today” blares in the arena. He walks with confidence as he walks down to the ring. The crowd seems recognizant of him and his past success in other promotions
Andreas Crawford: This young veteran has done a lot as of late to get in the best shape of his life and be as healthy as he can be. Let’s see if all that work he put in can help him to victory over two other new arrivals!
Joe Hamilton: Moore’s won in other promotions before and been successful but he’s never stepped in an IBW ring. That’s all that matters.
“Comin’ In Hot” from Hollywood Undead cues for this first match’s final competitor. The lights dim, the spotlights swirl, and they focus on a single figure. Neal Price, holding a rose. The lights come back on as he smirks and walks down the ramp, winking at a few lucky women, before rolling into the ring. He throws the rose out into the crowd, before giving either his opponent or the ramp a knowing smirk.
Andreas Crawford: Looks like some lady fans picked their winner already.
Joe Hamilton: Does it sting? I KNOW you’ve never gotten this type of reception from women before. If he wrestles as good as he looks I’m calling him a first-ballot IBW Hall of Famer!

All three men remain separated as the referee for this contest, Kyle Richardson, checks their gear. The crowd is hot for this opening contest, clapping and dueling in chants. “Let’s Go Neal!” - “Daniels! Daniels!” - “Jacoooob! Jacooob!” Neal acknowledges the energy, clapping back. Moore and Daniels size each other up as does Neil once he’s focused in. The ref rings the bell. Moore and Daniels meet center ring talking smack, Neal tries to step in but Moore arrogantly shoos him away. Daniels takes the first strike by driving a knee into Neil Price then throws him out of the ring. Jacob Moore quickly rolls up Daniels from behind for a 1 Count! Moore goes for a kick but Daniels catches his leg, swings him around, and rolls him up for a 1 Count! Both guys are back to their feet. Daniels and Moore trade counters before Jacob Moore gets the advantage with a Spinning Backfist! From off-camera, Neal Price comes flying back into the ring with a Springboard Clothesline taking out the other two! The crowd cheers as Neal nods his head in approval. Price drops in for a cover on Daniels for a quick 2 Count! He moves to Jacob Moore, 1 Count! Daniels back to his feet, smack to Neal Price’s face! Price returns the slap! Both men now trade fists! Price wins the battle, throws Mike Daniels into the corner where he bounces out into a Neal Price Leaping DDT! The crowd approves! Neal Price runs off the ropes but is tripped by Jacob Moore from the outside. Moore pulls Price out of the ring and slams his head on the mat! Neal Price goes down and Jacob Moore slides underneath the rope! In the corner, Mike Daniels comes charging at him but Moore leapfrogs over Daniels who then turns around and runs into a High Angle Dropkick from Jacob Moore! Jacob Moore for the cover! 1…2! Moore gets up, the crowd claps as he taunts and stalks Mike Daniels who is trying to get back on his feet. Jacob Moore lines up Daniels, bounces off the ropes, but Daniels side-steps and drops Jacob Moore with a Spinning Heel Kick! He taunts and the crowd cheers! Moore stumbles into the furthest turnbuckle, Daniels goes on the offense now with quick Fist Jabs and Knee Strikes to the arms, ribs, but never really connecting with the head. Daniels throws Moore to one turnbuckle, follows up with throwing him back, but Neil Price has slid back into the ring! With Mike Daniels back turned, Price rolls up the unsuspecting Daniels in a School Boy Roll-Up for a 2 Count! Both men back to their feet, Price charges at Daniels but Mike throws a Roundhouse Kick that connects and sends Price down who then rolls out of the ring! Mike Daniels turns his attention back to Jacob Moore setting him for a Back Suplex. Jacob Moore flips out of it onto his feet! Neal Price climbs onto the ring apron. Jacob Moore springboards off the second rope but delivers a Flying Enziguri to Neal Price, knocking him back down! Mike Daniels then charges the recovering Moore and delivers a Clothesline sending him outside the ring! Mike Daniels now exits the ring with all three men on the outside. He goes right after Jacob Moore, striking with closed fists. Moore gets him with a shot to the abdomen, throws a couple of chops, but the crowd gets to their feet as Neal Price climbs up on the middle turnbuckle and delivers a Flying Moonsault onto both guys! Claps and cheers for the fearless Neal Price! The referee now tries to restore order! He’s ordering the competitors back into the ring as they start to get up. Jacob Moore is the first back in the ring, followed by Mike Daniels and finally Neal Price. Jacob Moore goes after Neal Price and gets into position for the Triality! German Suplex! Dragon Suplex! He can’t finish though, Mike Daniels breaks it up which knocks Neil Price out of the ring! Jacob Moore hits the ropes chest first. Mike Daniels sees the opening to grab an arm from behind Moore! Mike Daniels clears Jacob Moore with the Rip-Cord Knee Strike and falls into the cover.
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3!

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The scene cuts to Owner/GM's Ayden's office where she is sitting at her desk, looking over some paperwork. She looks up for a moment and rests her hand on her belly, just as there is a knock on her door.

"Come in!"

The door opens quickly and in walks Nick Shane. The look on his face says that he wants something...something that he thinks Ayden can provide him with.

"Hi Mrs. Stark. Can I have a word with you?"

Ayden nods and motions for Nick to have a seat in one of the comfy chairs in front of her desk. She leans back in her chair as he takes a seat in the offered chair.

"What can I do for you?"

"I want to face Hamish, tonight! He keeps getting in my way and I'm sick of it! I'm going to take him out! So what do you say?"

Ayden pats her belly and shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, Nick but no can do. He's in a match already. You'll have to wait for another show. But I promise you'll get your chance as long as you wait patiently."

Nick looks angry and stands up from his chair abruptly, knocking the chair onto its back with a loud bang. He then bangs his fist on the desk, making Ayden jump a little and her hands go protectively to her belly.

"I DON'T WANT TO WAIT PATIENTLY! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? I WANT HAMISH IN THAT RING ONE ON ONE ASAP! OR ELSE!"

Ayden stands up and puts the best stern look on her face she can even though she's a bit upset by the outburst.

"Get. out. of. my. office. NOW! How dare you come in here and demand things and then scare my unborn twins! You will NOT be facing Hamish tonight because he's already in a match, as I already said! NOW GET OUT!"

Nick storms out just as security comes to see what the yelling is about. Ayden sinks into her chair and places her head in her hands as the camera cuts back to the arena.

Match 2: ECHO vs. Zora Jones

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Fans are well wise to both these ladies’ wins last week and show support for both competitors. The two lean against their own corner before coming together in the centre of the ring. Zora fires the first punch. ECHO fires back after barely being fazed. Zora wobbles back a bit, but she comes right back with a strong punch. The two exchange strikes while looking for an opening to gain the advantage. Zora is the first to miss, ECHO turns this into a swinging neckbreaker. She follows up with a quick elbow drop to the collarbone. Zora’s arm shoots up and ECHO capitalizes picking her up and hitting an arm drag. She kicks at Zora’s arm a few times before letting go. The right arm seems to have become ECHO’s main point of attack. How’s Zora going to win if she can’t hold onto anything?

Zora rises, but holds her shoulder as she is on one knee. ECHO lands a dropkick, Zora’s shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. Zora slumps in the corner trying to pull herself up with one arm. She fends off an attacking ECHO with kicks, forcing her backward. ECHO once again charges the corner but Zora counters getting her trapped in the ropes, Muta lock! The ref starts to count to five.

1! 2!

Zora can’t hang on long anyway thanks to damage to her arm and shoulder. She’s bought herself some time though. She eyes ECHO and rushes at her with a high knee, ECHO staggers, off the ropes goes Ms. Jones, another! Down goes ECHO.

Cover from Zora…

1!
NO!

Zora picks up ECHO and hits a vertical suplex, she hangs on for a second, hits it! Three?-No! It looks like her shoulder gave in a bit and she can’t keep her grip! ECHO fights out and turns her around, enziguri to the back of the head! ECHO turns her over and covers…

1!
2!
NO!

ECHO seems a bit surprised at that one but remains focused and confident in her stoic way. She immediately goes for the ECHO Driver but there’s a bit of struggle. Oh! It’s Zora that wins the struggle with a legdrop bulldog. Both women are on their feet and they both go for a rolling elbow at the same time in a stalemate. ECHO tries to get the edge over Zora with a legsweep, Zora avoids it and instead counters with a crisp spinning heel kick to the jaw. ECHO rolls to the floor, needing a few seconds. It looks like ECHO will get no such breather. With her injured shoulder to her chest Zora bounces off the ropes just before Taking to the Air! The crowd is on their feet! It looks like Zora took some damage to her shoulder on that landing! She takes few extra seconds rolling ECHO back in the ring than she would have fresh out of the gate. Cover!

1!
2!
NO!

Those extra seconds were just what ECHO needed to stay in this one! Zora signals the end! Face Makerover time! One underhook! She can’t get that second one! Knee to the gut, Canadian Destroyer! What a counter from ECHO! Is it over?

1! Zora gets her foot on the bottom rope! How!?
2!

The ref sees the foot on the rope and stops before counting three!
ECHO can’t believe it! Maybe if she’d moved her opponent even just an inch closer to the center of the ring she might’ve already won! She slams the mat in frustration. She positions Zora against the second rope and goes to bounce of the ropes-
SUPERKICK! Outta nowhere!

One underhook! Two underhooks! Face Makerover!

Zora checks around her, rolling ECHO into the middle of the ring…
1!
2!
3!

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Collision comes back from the enjoyable commercial...

The sounds of distorted old carnival song serenaded the audience's attention back to the arena - and to a ring that was looking very different to usual. It was quite clear who was responsible, the masked Doctor Egan having apparently taken over the squared circle for the time being with a variety of ornaments and props. Primarily, one side of the ring appeared to be occupied by a long old desk of sorts - an extended wooden furnishing upon which a variety of bottles and vials of unusual-looking liquids made their home. Stood behind this desk, Egan mixed and merged his various formulas as he waited for the camera to settle before him.
"Ah... hello there!" at last, he placed the glass instruments down as he turned his focus to his gathered audience, "I am, as ever, Doctor Egan - and I'm here to introduce you to a little segment I deign to call... 'Lab Report'!" He nodded for a few seconds, allowing the brief silence to let that name stick in people's head, "You see, I am a purveyor of knowledge, of logic. I like to trade in what is known, and what is unknown-yet-to-be-known. I feel it is important for me to learn and understand all I can... and then to spread that to others. Thusly, it is with this concept, and in this format, that I so choose to attain knowledge of the events and people here in IBW - and in that same moment, spread it onto you, my audience!" he allowed a moments more pause as he considered, "I do apologise for my babble, it is not my intent to bore you, far from it! Judging that you have all kept up so far however, I believe it is apt time for me to move on... and present you all with a guest of whom seems appropriate for Lab Report's first ever presentation. Please, my good sirs and madames, do be ladies and gentleman as you kindly give it up for...
Ayden Staaarrrr!"


Centuries blared out through the speakers as the recognisably red-headed General Manager of IBW made her way down to the ring! She seemed happy to be there - albeit a little apprehensive about the Doctor's unusual decor. Still, it was to be expected - the man had a reputation for the strange, and that same reputation was what had managed to land him a place there.
He was still, at the very least, a gentleman. Taking consideration for Ayden's current pregnant status, Egan dashed from behind his desk to open the ring ropes for her. As she stepped in, he gestured towards his small set-up.
"Please - take a seat!"
Well... she certainly had a choice. The Doc's furniture was random and inconsistent, with seats ranging from a bar stool, to an office chair, all the way to what appeared to be some form of dentist's recliner. In the end, she settled on a large armchair - nestling comfortably into it as Egan returned to his potions. Selecting one, he seemed just about ready to take it out to her...
"A drink for the-!" he started cheerily, before pausing to look at that sizable baby bump, "Perhaps in future. Instead-" haphazardly grabbing a few spare vials, he knowingly combined their contents into a new glass, "-something to help the baby grow big and..." Babies. Not baby, babies. And considering the size of that belly already, she could probably do without BOTH of them growing much further at this point. "...Perhaps just a water!" Finally handing her a glass, he settled down with a roiling concoction of his own, removing his mask to better be able to sip from it as the interview went on.

"...Er, well thank you for the drink!" Ayden decided to try and break the ice a little, hoping to actually get things rolling, "And for having me on!"
"Ah, you are more than welcome Mrs. Starr!" Egan nodded enthusiastically, "It seemed only fitting after all, that the first guest on IBW's new show be IBW's very own head honcho. After all, if one desired to know about the goings-on here, you would indeed have the most revelations to share!"
"Well fella... I may have a few. So I'm guessin' you have a few questions for me?"
"None at all!"

There was a few seconds of confused silence as Ayden simply stared at the Alchemist. She didn't... really know how to respond to that.
"Ah, but never fear, for a mind is constantly working, and what is not yet prepared may always come! I am a great believe in discovery dear Mrs. Stark - and we shall both soon discover what best springs to mind!" he pondered for a second, taking another sip from his drink before placing it to one side, "Still, perhaps it is best for us to begin with what is most appropriate! And that is the company itself and your relation to it! Obviously IBW has existed in the past, however it has unfortunately been... well, gone for a while. What made you decide to bring it back, and take the reigns for yourself?"
"Uh..." the General Manager blinked, caught off-guard by Egan's sudden jump from 'I have nothing' to full-on question mode. Still, taking a breath to reassert herself, she allowed a moment's thought... before responding in full; "Since I'm about to be a mommy of twins, I realized that I couldn't wrestle for a while. I love the wrestling business, and Michael is busy with other business endeavors so... I figured why not take the reigns, and bring life in to this company again, along with bringing lives into this world!" And with that answer alone, suddenly this felt like a much more proper interview. And Egan was eager to follow it up!
"Ah, of course! And speaking of things yet to come..." he mentally patted himself on the back for that segway, "What are you seeing for the future of this company under your new leadership?"
"Well, we are starting out smal,l but I hope to see our company fight its way back to glory and be the major front runner in professional wrestling again!"
Egan evidently liked that answer a lot, as he grinned broadly, clapping slightly in response to it; "Ah, a grandiose view of the future! How do you feel it's starting out?"
"It is still very early," Starr began diplomatically, "But we have procured some great talent already. I think we are off to a spectacular start! Although I wish John Morris would quit ignoring my messages..."

Egan paused for a second, pondering. Whilst for the most part he'd invited Ayden on to talk about the product... perhaps he could provide a platform for her too.
"Hm... well, if you had a message for him, and you wanted to share it... you have an audience! And believe me dear Mrs. Starr - it is much harder to ignore that which is declared before the masses! So, right here, right now... anything you'd like to say to Mr. Morris?"
"Ah - yes!" Ayden nodded, before turning to face the camera directly, "John, if you are watching this... and I know you are, fella! Please stop ignoring my offers and just get your arse back in an IBW ring! Please?"

Doc Egan allowed a few moments pause. It was evident that this actually meant quite a bit to Ayden, and he didn't want to intrude by immediately hazarding her with more questions. Still... the show did need to go on, and thusly once it seemed enough time had passed, he returned with a new line of questioning.
"It's evident that you're hoping to see the grand return of John Morris to IBW ring. But in the meantime... who here right now has caught your eye?"
"Hmm..." the GM pondered her answer carefully, "I think most of our roster has, but Danny Hall and my dear cousin Markus Conan both seem hungry for the crown. However, there seems to be others that are eager also."
"Of course, of course! Everyone would like be noticed, and indeed, it begs the question from me..." a cheeky grin developed across the Doctor's features, "In your mind, who would be an interesting competitor for a one Doc Egan?"
"Well..." Ayden couldn't help but allow a vaguely amused smirk to cross over her own features, "That is a tough one. It might be interesting to see you and ECHO in the ring together... Or a rematch with Paralysis. I think you have potential to be one of the top Superstars here!"
Well, Egan certainly seemed to like that answer. Or at least... most of it. "My dear Mrs. Starr you truly think so?" he grinned broadly, "You must be careful, lest you make me blush. I certainly hope that I may at least deliver on that potential, and impress you with what I have impressed upon you!" he hesitated before continuing, "Yet I must object to another match with Paralysis. Whilst I admit he held my curiosity before, I'm afraid I have seen everything there is to see about the man - and bar a droll fondness towards out-of-place chess metaphors, I can't find much about him worthy of further note. He's boring. I'm over him." Egan gave a shrug for emphasis, "However, ECHO... now there is someone worthy of my interest! I would most welcome the opportunity to do battle with her!"
"Well fella..." Ayden finally managed to get another word in, "We'll have to see what the future holds~" It was clearly a playful tease towards the excitable man - though truly, as the General Manager... it would be in her power.

"Ah yes, yes, the future! And speaking of the future, that does bring us to a question I deem to be the last of the night! So, for this first episode of Lab Report, perhaps you can make this debut extra special... and maybe provide us with an insight into you future plans?" his tone suggested a level of playfulness - but it was clear it was also in part to satiate that craving of curiosity that helped defined him, "I'm wanting 'spoilers'!"
For a few seconds, Ayden paused to consider her response. She didn't want to give too much away, not yet. But if there was a time to really get people talking... well, perhaps this would be it.
"We might just have our first Pay-Per-View in the planning process... and I am working with the design team on a new champioship belt," she shot the Doctor a meaningful glance, "Which could still be up for grabs by anyone."
Doc paused for a second, eyes wide. For a second, he held his hand to his chest; "...Even I?"
The Irish fireball couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the reaction, "I did say 'anyone'."
Well, if there was anything Doc Egan knew, it was that he was an anyone. Slowly, a smile crept across his lips as he imagined the potential future.
...And then he snapped back to the present.

"Ah, uh, yes!" he turned to the camera, "Well, you have heard it here first ladies and gentlemen. I would like to thank you for joining the viewership of - and I would like to thank our dear GM Ayden Starr for participating in - The Lab Report! I hope you shall join me again next time, where I shall be interviewing..." he paused for a second, considering his options, "...someone! For now however... I return you to the world - of IBW!"
And with that, he was done.

Now another quick word from the sponsors while we get the ring ready for Match 3 of the night!

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Back to the arena...

Match 3: Hamish vs. Terri Dye

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Hamish is the first to enter with the crowd cheering loudly! He gets into the ring and waits for his opponent for the night. Terri Dye also enters to cheering from the crowd! Seems the fans like both of these Superstars pretty well! This should be an interesting match! They both stare each other down...

The bell rings! Both wrestlers circle the ring. They lock up. Terri holds him in a waistlock, before taking him down with a German Suplex. The crowd pops. Terri stares at Hamish and tells him to get up. They both circle the ring once again and lock up but this time Hamish backs her up in a corner and the ref has to separate them from each other, causing Hamish to back off. As soon as Terri regains her composure, Hamish goes for a clothesline but Terri ducks and plants him down head-first with a beautiful Frankensteiner. She goes for the pin…1…2.KICKOUT. Terri goes to one of the corners and waits for Hamish to get on his knees before going for a Piece of Mind…but Hamish dodges it easily! He quickly gets to his feet and tosses her out of the ring. Hamish starts hyping up the fans, what’s he going to do now? He pushes himself using the ropes and goes for a Suicide Dive, slamming Terri back first on the barricade! Hamish immediately climbs back into the ring and attempts to do it again, but before he can make the dive a second time Terri hits him with a forearm smash to the head, stopping him in his tracks. She quickly gets back in the ring and goes for the Piece of Mind a second time…It connects! She hooks the leg…


One…


Two……


Thr…Hamish gets the shoulder up. Nevertheless, Terri doesn’t let it slow her momentum. She grabs his legs and locks him in the TIME TO DYE!! Hamish is struggling to get out. Is he going to tap out? He starts crawling towards the ropes, trying to do whatever it takes to get out of the hold. Hamish reaches for the rope…AND HE GRABS IT! Terri can’t believe it, she was so close to winning the match! She attempts to lift him up, perhaps going for the ‘Pretty Fly for a Dead Guy’, but Hamish doesn’t give her a chance to do so. He pushes her away, before sending her down with a Jumping DDT. Both performers are lying on the mat now, with Hamish still trying to recover from Terri’s brutal Time to Dye. That was a close one. Hamish gets to his feet while leaning on the ropes. He gets out of the ring and stands on the apron, before springboarding off the ropes and hitting Terri with a 450 splash, he quickly hooks the leg. 1…2...But Terri somehow turns it into a pin of her own…1…2…HAMISH GETS HIS SHOULDER UP JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! They both get to their feet. Hamish charges at her but receives a Superkick from Terri. He staggers back towards the ropes and rebounds off them…He uses this momentum to his advantage and hits Terri with the Futuristic Knee, sending her down to the mat! This is Hamish’s chance…


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Two…


Thr…TERRI KICKS OUT! Hamish stands in the corner and starts taunting. He yells at Terri to get up and charges at her. It looks like Hamish is about to hit her with The New Beginning…But Terri grabs his leg and takes him down with a Dragon Screw. She goes to a corner and climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Terri raises both arms in the air, receiving a big pop from the crowd…and she makes the jump.

It connects! Terri has just hit Hamish with a Diving Headbutt! She holds her head in pain, nevertheless, she shakes off the pain pretty fast and goes for the cover…


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Two!


KICKOUT BY HAMISH! How did he do it? Terri is livid! She remains seated on the mat for a moment, not knowing what to do. Terri suddenly gets up and lifts Hamish on her shoulders, however, she doesn’t immediately plant him down with a Samoan Drop. Instead, she starts walking towards the corner. What is she thinking now? Terri climbs on the bottom turnbuckle while still holding Hamish on her shoulder, and then on the middle rope. Holy Hell, is she crazy? She looks like she’s about to drop him with a Samoan Drop from the middle rope! But before she could make the move, Hamish starts resisting until he finally manages to get off her shoulders and on the top turnbuckle. Hamish saves himself at the last moment! He punches her in the face, and starts raining more punches on her until she falls off the middle rope and on the canvas. Hamish finally regains his composure and stands on the top turnbuckle, before going for the Futuristic Elbow Drop! It connects!

Nevertheless, he doesn’t immediately go for the cover. Instead, he goes to the corner and starts yelling at her to get up. He’s about to go for The New Beginning. Hamish is inches away from victory! Terri slowly gets to her feet, and Hamish charges at her…
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And at that...the camera cuts to the back...

Wide shot of a backstage area. A person sitting is framed slightly off-center against the wall. T.

Close-up of a head of wild hair covering the face of Dax Staley.

A shadow looms at Dax’s feet.

Dressed in hat, official t-shirt, shorts, and shoes, Cameron Jennings looking down at Dax Staley. Dax Staley knees up, dressed in tattered jean shorts, leather jacket looking right past him.

Cameron Jennings: I never did get the chance to congratulate you on your win last week. We had the crowd really into it, too! Until… Look, I wanna go again. Dude, you KNOW you would’ve stayed down too. Heads aren’t meant for groins. I’ve seen you in action, there are better ways to beat me.

Dax Staley: I have nothing to prove to you, Cameron. Now, leave me alone.

Cameron stands with his hands at his hips. He is underwhelmed by Dax’s reply.

Cameron Jennings: I’m offering you a chance to beat me without just being the guy who accidentally went face-first into his opponent’s dick and won. Your reputation demands more, dude!

Cameron crouches down to Dax’s level and he is about to say something else when his music hits. Cameron stands back up and heads out to his match...

Match 4: Cameron Jennings vs. Earl Malone

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Cameron makes his entrance to an good reaction from the crowd! As he gets into the ring, he sees his opponent who is debuting tonight, Earl Malone in the ring already.

Andreas Crawford: Welcome back to IBW Collision! We’ve seen some great action here tonight so far.

Joe Hamilton: Yeah, action is good Andreas, but are we going to get it here? Look at this sloppy mess in the ring, Andreas! Did one of the Stark’s pick him out from behind the dumpster of this building?

Andreas Crawford: Joe…that’s Earl Malone. And he’s as dangerous of a competitor as anyone on this roster. Ask him what’s in the bag.

Joe Hamilton: Ask him? Why don't you just tell me?

Andreas Hamilton: Reginald.

Joe Hamilton: Reginald? Who? What?

Cameron Jennings walks out and addresses fans. He walks around the outside of the ring, all four sides before entering the ring. He likens his walk around ringside to his journey and lessons around the world that got him here. At some point he gifts his hoodie to a young fan.

Andreas Crawford: Hoping to rebound from last week’s questionable loss, I’ve heard Cameron Jennings hasn’t been too pleased with IBW management.

Joe Hamilton: Wahh, wahh. There’s no crying in baseball and professional wrestling.

Andreas Hamilton: You think the ref shouldn’t have been more conscious about the low blow?

Joe Hamilton: You think Dax Staley cares?

Earl Malone and Cameron Jennings both go to their corners. The referee for this match is Ralf Stapleton. The bell rings and we’re off! Collar and elbow tie-up into a headlock for Malone. Jennings pushes back into the ropes, pushing off Malone, drop-down by Jennings, Malone comes charging, but Leapfrog and Dropkick! Down goes Malone! Jennings grabs a hold of Earl’s ankle, trying to tie him up in a Heel Hold but Malone quickly reaches for the ropes breaking the submission grapple. Another lock-up but Jennings slips around into a waist lock, picks up the 6’5” frame and throws him into a Pinning German Suplex! 1 Count! Jennings picks him back up to his feet throwing a combination of Strong Style Forearms and Chops! A quick Jab Punch by Malone stuns Jennings but he responds back with a Front Kick to the mid-section! Jennings locks Malone’s head in a front face lock then quickly drops him face first with Sprawl DDT! Jennings keeps grip of the head, then flips over, bridging into a Neck Crank Submission! The crowd claps at the technical ability! The ref is asking the question but Malone is waving him off, fighting out of the hold. Earl Malone goes on the offense, striking with two mid-section punches and gets to his feet. He pushes off the nearest rope, dropping Jennings down with a Clothesline! Earl goes for the cover. 1 Count! He stands Jennings up, but the “World Citizen” quickly reacts with a Jumping Enziguri! Malone falls to a knee, which allows Cameron Jennings to clinch Earl and deliver a series of Switch Knee Strikes! Jennings roars to the crowd’s approval! He swiftly flips Malone over, throws an arm over his head/shoulder and locks him in Lost In Translation!
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The following theme starts playing.

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Rutherford walks out with a big smile as he looks out over the crowd. He walks down the ramp and enters the ring. As he stands there with the mic in hand he hears the crowds mixed reaction. Loud boos and even louder cheers come from the crowd.

Rutherford: Ladies and Gentlemen for those who don’t know me, I’m Richard Rutherford and I am proud to return to my home here in IBW. Strange to imagine that it was here my brilliant manager career started.

The crowd boos very loud at that statement.

Rutherford:As you might notice I didn’t come here accompanied by any clients.

Cheers erupt from about half of the crowd.

I’m going to give you a little recap of what has happened since the last time I entered an IBW ring. My client Nikolai Sinclair on November 6th got his Black Diamond Championship right before he left for GCW. Currently he holds the title but IBW management doesn’t consider that title worthy. Along with that and other details that can’t seem to be agreed on, my client refuses to sign a contract with IBW as of right now.

The arena explodes in cheers over that statement. They start singing “NA, NA, NA-NA, NA, NA, NA-NA SINCLAIR GOODBYE”

That’s very rude of you. I realize he’s not one of the most popular superstars but he has achieved so much. Like when he moved to GCW he had a great career and combined as Legacy Champion he held the title for 122 days. But as I was over there before Nikolai came over my eyes fell on James Crews. A man who didn’t look like he was going anywhere but out the door. I signed him and turned him into a World Champion within just a few months. I saw the potential in someone everyone saw as a loser. Then as my clients were doing good, GCW started to fall apart and is now…..non-existent.

Crowd starts chanting IBW, IBW, IBW.

Yes you’re right IBW! I’m happy to say that I am back home. But for now I got NOTHING to do in this company due to me not having any clients here. I watched the show last week and I see so much potential. I’m here to find a client, and until that happens IBW can have good use of me here. I have the skill to be Ring announcer or an extra interviewer or whatever this company needs me to be. I am back where my career started, and it’s not over yet. Soon I will have a client by my side. So to ANYONE in the back who would like to be managed by THE best manager in IBW history, you all know where to find me every week. I will be back in the locker room talking to old “friends”

Crowd erupts in cheers as Rutherford waves to them before he heads for the ropes. As he’s about to exit the ring the familiar theme of Nick Shane hits.

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Richard looks up at the stage in surprise as he heads back to the center of the ring. Nick is dressed in a golden jacket and waves around a mic in his hand. A wicked smirk takes over Nick’s face as he raises the mic to his mouth.

Shane: That was a very good speech, Rutherford. I liked the part where you tried to walk out of that damn ring without even mentioning my name...

Richard begins to talk but Nick motions for Richard to be silent.

Shane:I may not have been your exact idea of a client, because of our contract breach. But I've heard you're in need of another client. Wink, wink!? Nudge, nudge!?

Nick laughs and raises his arms as if he’s welcoming Richard into a big warm hug.

Rutherford looks confused

Rutherford:With all due respect, Mr. Shane, You breaking the agreement of the contract was your choice. I spent lots of time planning your future and you....well we don’t need to discuss publicly what you did, but we both agree it was breach of contract with both Myself and IBW. You might have got your IBW job back, but you know me, Mr. Shane, you can’t just come out here and expect everything to be as it was. Yes I’m in need of a client, but you have to prove yourself all over again. I got my eyes on several other superstars, if you’re going to have ANY chance to get on my radar you need to...show me something good.

Nick nods his head.

Shane: Something good, eh? Remember that time I climbed up a ladder and grabbed that contract? Remember that time I screwed over Mizo Nitro countless times to get your client, Nikolai Sinclair a win? But hey, it doesn't matter. I'm not here to waste your time, or mine. But I'm going to make this clear.

Nick pulls out a contract from his jacket.

Shane:You can come down here, sign this contract and shake my hand... Or you can find out the hard way. I mean no harm, Richard, so let's make this quick and easy. Come on down!

Nick waves the contract in the air. Rutherford stares at Nick and starts bursting in laughter.

Rutherford: Mr. Shane you must have forgotten how this works. You don’t tell me what to do, what to sign or who to sign with. If I want you to be my client. I will be the one offering it to you, not the other way around. I can see you think you are in charge here, but I promise you that’s not the case. You Need to prove you are worthy of a Rutherford contract, but for now... stop wasting my time.

Richard tosses the mic, but before he exits the ring he gives a signal and his private security and they come rushing out from the back. Nick fights back the security before being detained and brought back to the locker-room as Rutherford safely exits the ring and his theme hits.

The lights fell dim on the arena in anticipation of the night's Main Event. At it's core, the audience were about to watch a match between the winners of last week's ladder match - Danny Hall against Markus Conan. However, each of them wouldn't be fighting alone... both would have a tag team partner - as chosen by their opponent! This little addendum added a whole level of intrigue that had the audience waiting on the edge of their seats!

Of course, to play on this sense of anticipation, IBW had decided to send out their known competitors first - and thus it was, to the sounds of Rage Against The Machine, Danny Hall emerged! Adorned in his signature coat and mask, umbrella slung over his shoulder, he seemed pretty confident. Albeit, with Hall's legendary ego... it was rare to catch him as anything BUT confident.
With the sound of Fallout Boy heralding him in, Markus Conan seemed... somewhat less confident. The Irishman's gaze was filled with steely determination as he made his way down the ramp - but as he finished up his entrance and moved to ringside, he could be seen throwing a few glances in Hall's direction. He really didn't like the idea of The Obsession choosing his partner...

For a few moments more, silence reigned over the arena. Next up was gonna be Danny's partner - and IBW was clearly happy to make him wait. Slowly, his look of confidence began to drain as his imagination was put to work, thinking of all the possibilities that could come out.
...And then the music hit. And Danny's face lit up.
Making his way down to the ring was the Heel Psion himself - Paralysis! Whilst in truth there wasn't really many members of the roster that Danny would be happy to team with, if he had to take someone, Paralysis would certainly do! Yeah... Yeah, they could make this work.
Pray For Sound still playing in the background, the two greeted each other, their grins pairing well against each other. Both individuals clearly thought themselves far above everyone else - and as long as those egos didn't clash, it meant that Markus had set himself up with two very like-minded individuals.

Next up of course, was Conan's own partner. Once more, backstage allowed the waiting game to play out - Markus holding a stern gaze as both The Obsession and The Psionic One leered across at him.
And then... the very edge of his lip curled into a smirk, as out from overhead Born Again rang out from across the arena. Mr. Impact, Trent Johnson, was on his way down to the arena.
Markus was genuinely surprised - he was expecting Danny to try and straddle him with the worst partner imaginable. Johnson however, for all his eccentricities, was a solid wrestler. Hell, in the Main Event just two weeks before, Trent had come relatively close to picking up the win for himself.
Conan couldn't help but suspect that Hall HAD chosen Johnson for his more outlandish quirks - whilst overlooking his actual talent. Plus... well, he was a relatively easy guy to work with. As far as Markus was concerned, for tonight, this was a goddamn team!

The newly-formed duos were allowed a moment to acquaint themselves with each other before being called to the ring. Clambering in, it was but a moment of discussion that decided who'd be starting this bout. Danny Hall and Markus Conan wanted to settle things after their last match... so it was that the two individuals who bought about an end to IBW's previous Main Event, were to start this one face-to-face.
The bell rang.

Immediately, the two were upon each other, no breath wasted between the pair. A lock-up quickly transferred to a headlock from Conan, wrestling Hall down to his knees. Danny, not to be outdone, seized the arm from around his neck and twisted his body out, yanking the Irishman's limb behind his back. Markus struggle for a few seconds in the hold - before taking advantage of his much larger status to lean forward and forcibly roll Danny over his back. The Obsession, not ready to lose control, allowed himself to touch down on the mat in front of his foe for just a moment before bounding back off an landing a pele kick on his unsuspecting foe!
Markus stumbled against the ropes, giving Hall just enough time to return upright - only to be met with a surprise big boot from the returning Conan! As Danny spun out from the impact, the larger man didn't even allow him chance to hit the mat. Seizing him around the waist as his body went to fall forward, Markus instead forced him back in a big german suplex!

Tumbling into his own corner, Hall scrambled for the tag, desperate to reorient himself against the 270lbers assault. Entering the fray in his partner's stead, Paralysis still seemed pretty sure that they had this.
Hopping over the top rope, the cross-dimensional deviant swaggered his way over to The Irish Icon, mouthing off the whole way there. As he came to a halt in front of his 6'6" foe, the cocky competitor threw his arms wide in a gesture that simply read; 'What are you gonna do about it?'
Markus Conan responded with a punch to the face.

The Psionic One stumbled, shocked at the sudden impact. He didn't have too much chance to process his surprise however, as he was soon forced spine-first over the Irishman's knee in a huge backbreaker!
Instinct taking over, Paralysis allowed himself to roll beneath the bottom rope and drop from the ring, giving himself a breather. Regrouping with Danny on the outside, the two were immediately chatting back-and-forth as the referee's count began. It was clear so far the match hadn't been going to plan - they needed a new angle.
Conan meanwhile, was enjoying his time in the ring. Stretching out, he gestured to the audience, garnering a cheer from both them and his partner at ringside. It seemed like he was on a roll for now, and Trent was happy to let him keep going whilst this was working!

Unfortunately, things were about to go pear-shaped. As Markus turned back to his foes to see which of the two dared return to the ring with him, he found both Paralysis and Danny stood perpendicular to each other as they each took up position on different aprons. Paralysis was still legal... but it seemed like Hall was wanting to get involved in the action once more.
And indeed, it was The Obsession who seemed to make the first move, hopping to the top-rope to springboard towards Conan! Rather than back down, the large man charged forward, spinning as he went to try and catch his foe with an Emerald Isle Elbow - only for Danny Hall to roll past underneath it and slide out the other side of the ring! Hall had never intended to attack Markus, he was just the distraction. Which meant...
Suddenly, Paralysis was on Markus' back, reigning elbows down on the larger man's dome!

Of course, even out of the ring, Danny wasn't done yet. Having exited the ring rather close to Conan's partner, The Obsession took the opportunity to swipe out the ankles of Trent Johnson - sending him tumbling off the apron and to the floor! It was a cheap shot, but it also meant Markus had no escape from the assault that was about to come...
Paralysis, having finally done enough work to daze the Irish Icon, set about softening him up! Dropping from his back, The Psionic One's feet touched the mat for just a second - before leaping back up and landing a dropkick square in the back of Markus Conan! It wasn't quite enough to take the big guy to the ground, but it was certainly enough to leave him open to further punishment from the off-worlder.
Kipping back up to his feet, Paralysis made a run for the ropes, bounding off them to return with a huge clothesline that finally took Conan down! The Psion allowed himself a quick moment of taunting - drawing a series of 'boos' from the audience - before quickly returning to the task at hand. He really, really didn't want to give Markus a chance to get rolling again.
Bending low, Paralysis allowed himself one last whispered goad to his foe - before seizing their ankle and beginning to twist it out of shape! The torsion of tendons seemed to reawaken Markus as he scrambled to try and be free, twisting his body and kicking blindly behind him in the hope of saving his leg from any serious damage.
With a concentrated amount of effort, Conan eventually managed to make it to his back, landing a solid boot to Paralysis' arm to finally free himself of the hold!
Crawling over to his corner, Markus extended a hand to his tag partner...

...And found that they were gone. Hall's earlier tactical decision had now played dividends, and as Trent lay on the hard floor outside, Conan was left with nowhere to turn.
Paralysis meanwhile, was back on the prowl. Allowing Markus but a moment to absorb his situation, he waited juuust long enough for the Irishman to try and rise up... before dropping an elbow to his spine, flattening him back down again! He wasn't done there either. Using the large man's own corner as extra support, Paralysis hoisted him upright - before whipping him the full length of the ring, crashing Markus Conan full-force against the opposing turnbuckles just inches away from Danny Hall! The Psionic One had of course placed him into this corner by design, chasing after him to land a corner dropkick that would really cement his place there!

Aaand then it began. As The Irish Icon draped hopelessly over the corner post, his two foes set to work on softening him up. A few kicks to the helpless man from Paralysis - and then a tag in to Danny Hall. A flurry of similar blows from The Obsession, and then another tag. They took it in turn, back and forth, back and forth, boot after boot, occasionally throwing repositioning their victim to better lay into them. It went on... what could be described as an uncomfortably long time.
Eventually, satisfied with their work, they decided to put a full stop on their little event. Tagging Paralysis in for one last combo, Hall bent down... and allowed his ally to use him as a launchpad for Poetry In Motion! The leg connected, and soon enough Markus was down on the mat!
Allowing himself one last taunt towards the audience, Paralysis gifted himself a smug look as he hooked his opponent's leg - and awaited glorious victory!

"ONE!" called the referee.

"TWO!" called the referee.

...

...Where was three? There was meant to be a three.
Paralysis hadn't even felt it - but at a glance he saw it. Markus had got his shoulder up, just the tiniest amount. But even that little bit was enough to break the pin.
...
Fine! Fine then! He wanted more? He'd get more!
Taking a step back, Paralysis gestured for a move many who'd seen him in previous feds would recognise. His trademark spear, his finishing move - the Thunderbolt!

He could wait, he was patient. All he needed was for Markus to stand up. To give him his opening so he could land an impact worthy of finishing this match.
Wait for it. Wait for it... There!
As Markus raised up, Paralysis charged forward, ready to put an end to the Irish Goliath! Only... that Irish Goliath was already moving out of the way. All of a sudden, Paralysis wasn't landing his dangerous Thunderbolt on his opponent - but rather, he was landing it on the cornerpost! And unfortunately, whilst many men had gave way to that spear, the cold unforgiving steel budged not an inch as the Heel Psion ran his body full force against it! A moment later and he was on the mat, groaning as pain wracked through his form.
Conan meanwhile, was moving. Slowly, admittedly, but he only had to make it as far as his corner. For this time, having recovered from his previous tumble... Trent Johnson was waiting!
The two extended their hands to each other... and touched! For the first time in this match, Mr. Impact was legal!

And hopping into the ring, Johnson was a bundle of energy. Spying Paralysis desperately fighting to his feet, Trent saw his chance to enter this match and claim victory for his team in one fell swoop!
Pointing to his foe, he screamed out a familiar phrase; "Let The Power Of Christ compel you!" And with that out of the way, Trent delivered... well, the Power Of Christ! Paralysis hit the ground hard, with the energetic Johnson dropping down immediately atop him in the hopes of claiming the pin!

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

And then there was Danny Hall! Piling his body atop the pin, he managed to break it up just in time! There was no way he was gonna let it end like this!
As the three bodies fell apart in the tangle, The Obsession saw his opportunity to be relatively cheeky - physically dragging Paralysis to their corner to tag himself in. Whilst it certainly raised an eyebrow from the referee, he allowed it. Hall was legal once more!
Little time was spent celebrating this fact, as Hall immediately pounced upon Trent, raining hands and feet upon him. Danny knew that Johnson out of everyone in this fight hwas the most fresh. He needed to wear him down and fast if he wanted a chance moving forward. Attempting to free himself from the onslaught, Trent seized Danny and hurled him to the ropes - before catching him on the return with a spinebuster that took him down to the mat!
Hoping to take advantage of the wear-and-tear that Hall had suffered throughout the match, Trent rolled the 205lber into position for a Boston Crab. The Obsession however, was far too desperate to allow that to happen! Slipping away from Johnson, he clung desperately to the bottom rope - shouting "Rope break! Rope break!" over and over in the hopes of getting Johnson to back down. Trent, getting the message quite clearly, backed off from the ropes, holding his hands up to show he was clearly allowing his opponent space to stand.

This generosity however, would prove to be the man-of-God's undoing. As Danny pushed up to his feet on the apron, he saw his opening - and took it! Bounding from the top rope, the veteran performer caught Johnson square with a springboard high knee! This was enough to take Trent from his feet as Danny rolled through his own landing. He had this! He just had to-
-aaand Trent was getting up again. Normally this far into a match, he'd expect that knee to give him some breathing time... but from Johnson's perspective, things had only really just started. This... this was a big problem.
With what could best be described as a primal scream, Danny charged his foe - and was met with a superkick for his effort. It was a messy impact, the momentum of Hall's run sending him sprawling haphazardly across the mat.

Danny Hall, to his credit, didn't stay down. Stumbling - and at a glance, bloodied from the blow, he nevertheless made it his feet, a snarl devouring his features.
Why wasn't this working? He was furious... and then he noticed something to his side.
Where he'd landed from the impact was right in his opponent's corner... and just a couple of feet away, smirking at this whole debacle, was none other than Markus Conan. Having apparently managed to recover enough to return to the apron, it was evident that the Irishman was taking amusement in Hall's struggle.
Hall saw red.

Completely forgetting Trent for now, The Obsession bought an open palm across Markus Conan's face, shouting spittle and fury in the foreigner's mocking face. Conan of course, did not take this will. Shouting back, he took his own swing at Hall - forcing the referee to step in and try and break up the fight.
Of course, Hall was a canny gentleman. And whilst he was genuinely furious, and was DEFINITELY taking the excuse to take some of it out on Markus, there was a little more to this than it simply being a tantrum. This whole debacle acted as a distraction too. A distraction Paralysis was ready to put to work...

Still on the outside, The Psionic One was angry. He was still hurting, both from his own failed spear, and from Trent's assault. But he'd had enough respite to at least take some level of action now - and he had vengeance on his mind.
As the referee turned his focus to Danny and Markus, Paralysis turned his own focus to Johnson - specifically, to his ankles. Reaching into the ring, the Heel Psion grabbed the base of the unsuspecting Mr. Impact's limbs - and yanked them out from under him to create a face-first impact against the mat!
Dragging his smaller foe from the ring, Paralysis used everything at ringside to deliver as much damage as he could in the shorest time possible. He dropped his body to the hard outside floor, slammed him back-first against the hard apron, bounced his face off the steel ringpost, and to top it all off... delivered a Thunderbolt that drove Trent Johnson through the steel ringside steps!

The sound of the sudden impact was enough to tear the referee's attention from the argument unfolding before him. He began to turn towards the source the soruce of the noise... and Danny couldn't allow that. Thusly he did the first thing that came to mind.
Turning back to Markus, The Obsession bought a stiff elbow right across his face - the blast knocking him from the apron and immediately snapping the official's attention back to the action occuring right next to him. Of course, the referee reprimanded Danny - but right now, the wrestler was far from caring. Looking over his shoulder, he spied that his partner had deposited Trent back in the ring for him. Good. It was time to finish this.

Making his way to the limp form of Johnson, he forced him up. By all rights, he could've pinned him right then and there... but no. He wasn't done with him. An example was to be made.
Gesturing out to the audience, Hall soaked in the boos... before lifting Trent high and delivering the unique piledriver maneuver that he called The Trendsetter!
Johnson hit the mat... and collapsed into a heap. Pinning him was just a formality at this point.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

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Friday Night Collision Episode R2 Tags:Some Like It Hot, came to a close!
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What a show....so much talent....i dont know where to begin, but i know where not to begin
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"Trent... Johnson. Trent Johnson, huh?"
"You know, I decide to myself, "I'm not gonna be that much of a jerk to Danny Hall. I know the guy can be a bit of an ego-driven nutcase but he has talent, so I'll give him someone as equally ego-driven and talented, and then maybe we'll have a capable fight on our hands." So I decided on Paralysis. That seemed fair to me."
"Then... then you give me Trent Johnson... I don't know if this is your message to me, saying that I'm a washed-up old OBW guy that hasn't been relevant in however long, but that's what came across with the choice of partner. When was the last time Johnson was in a memorable match, for crying out loud? I don't know, maybe this was your way of giving the guy his last time in the spotlight or something, but what I do know is this was your way of sabotaging me so you could pick up a victory in the main event. Well I'll tell you this, Danny. Me against you, nobody else to back you up, nobody you can choose to hinder me, and I'll show you that I can still run with the greatest."
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I'm going to be honest with you man, I was going to get you someone good but I thought it'd be hilarious if it was my old running buddy mistake Trent, I just wanted an easy night from him, you got fight, I'll see you around
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