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Friday Night Collision R3; Wrestling 101
Topic Started: Jun 27 2018, 11:45 PM (58 Views)
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We are seen backstage minutes before the show kicks off and Rutherford is sitting in a much closed area with a huge TV in front of him. He has a tablet in front of him ready to take notes.

Tabby walks up to him and he stands up.


Tabby: Mr. Rutherford first off welcome back to IBW.

Rutherford: Oh Tabby, long time no see. How’s it going?

Tabby: It’s going good, but let’s kick off with the latest on Nikolai Sinclair. Any news about his contract?

Rutherford: As I said last week my client and IBW don’t see eye to eye. Both he and I know his value and IBW doesn’t seem to agree with us. We are continuing the negotiations with IBW and hopefully we’ll come to an agreement eventually. I can only suggest yes or no, but in the end it is up to my client if he signs with IBW or not.

Tabby: I see you sitting here ready for the show. Is there anyone in particular you are looking at tonight?

Rutherford: I’m keeping an eye on everyone. You never know who will be knocking on my door and it will be good to have some notes for whoever does.

Tabby: Nick Shane came down to the ring last week and offered you a contract, what is your thoughts on that?

Rutherford thinks for a second.

Rutherford: Nick Shane is out to make a name for himself. I had plans for him, huge plans. I was going to form him into the next big thing. Then he well...broke some rules with both me and IBW and the contract was terminated. Now he came here offering me a contract? That’s not how it works. I scout players, I offer the contracts. Nick Shane obviously is on my radar, but not my first pick to say it that way.

Tabby: But are you going to let one mistake from the past interfere with a potential good signing?

Rutherford: I sign people I see fit for the future….oh if you excuse me the show is starting and I have work to do.

Rutherford sits down ready with his tablet to take notes.




FRIDAY NIGHT COLLISION R3

WRESTLING 101

LIVE FROM THE COLISEUM BALLROOM, ST.PETERSBURG, FL.


WRITER'S NOTE: there was supposed to be an introductory show rundown thingy here. just imagine commentators hyping up every match on the card, mentioning Ayden's absence and mystery GMs.

MATCH 1

Earl Malone vs Neal Price vs Mike Daniels vs Paralysis vs Jacob Moore vs Terri Dye

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The two competitors starting the match are none other than the man with all of the momentum recently, Paralysis, and The Veteran Grappler Earl Malone! The other four competitors are each in their respective corners, watching on as the two incredibly different personalities circle the ring. Finally, the Psionic One and the Snake Handler lock up! The experience of Malone allows him to pull Paralysis right into a side headlock! The Psion turns his head in and it looks like early on he bites Malone’s sides! The crowd boos as Earl releases the hold and grabs at his side. This small break allows Paralysis to throw himself at the ropes and rebound to take Earl down with a mighty back forearm! Malone drops down, and the Psion turns to face the camera and points right at it. “I want YOU Doc!” he shouts before running and looking ready to hit a sharp running knee to the face of the rising Malone. Earl, having been in a similar situation probably a million times before, was able to gather his wits and move out of the way. Malone then grabs at his back and tries for a quick back suplex, but Paralysis hits a back elbow, then another, then another. This allows him to free himself up to run forward. The Psion tries for a running attack of sorts, but Malone stops him in his tracks with a brutal rebound punch to the gut. Earl then grabs him and looks ready for a suplex! Before he can hoist him in the air, Paralysis hits a few rib shots to free up the hold, and then uses his strength to push the veteran back. The Vet hits the corner where Jacob Moore tags himself in! Moore enters the ring where Paralysis still has Malone tied up in the corner, and he bounces off of the ropes and comes colliding into them both with a huge dropkick! Paralysis stumbled backwards as Malone rolled out of the ring, and Moore grabbed him for a back suplex! Jacob took a moment to shout to the sky before he lifted his foe up in the air! The small taunt allowed Paralysis to get his mind about him, and while lifted up he was able to slip out of the grasp of Moore. Paralysis landed beside him, and came up with a HUGE knee strike to the face of Jacob. Moore stumbles back a bit, and Paralysis bounces off of the ropes… While he’s doing it, Terri Dye tags herself in! Terri slips in the ring as Paralysis charges and takes Moore to the mat with a huge running forearm smash! He turns around as he hears the charging footsteps of Terri Dye as she leaps up and takes him out of the ring with a hurricanrana which sends him stumbling through the ropes and to the ringside area!

Dye raises her hand high as she steps around to Moore, and she looks ready for a swinging kick of sorts, but Jacob is able to duck under it and pull her down with the roll-up! The referee is quick to count it, however Dye gets a shoulder up at two. Both competitors stand up immediately following this, and eye the other down. Then, they come crashing in the center with a lock-up! Dye gets pushed back by the larger Jacob Moore, but she somersaults backwards and lands on her feet to charge at Moore! She tries for a hurricanrana on him as well, but he catches her! He holds her high up in the air, looking for a powerbomb, but she hits a couple of quick punches to free up the grip and then hops down behind Moore. She hits a superkick right to the back of the head of Jacob! He drops to his knees, and she bounces off of the ropes. Neal Price tags himself in!

Terri continues running and hits a big dropkick to the kneeling Moore. She tries for a quick cover, but the referee tells her that he can’t count it and asks her to please exit the ring. She stands up confused, but this allows Neal to hit his signature BACKBREAKER ON HER! The crowd boos as Neal rolls her out of the ring and then immediately covers Moore going for the quick elimination. ONE! TWO! Kickout! Neal stands up and argues with the ref, pushing him back and shouting with him into a corner. The official is trapped, and Mike Daniels tags himself in as the arguing is going on! The official calls it, and this makes Price even angrier. He continues his shouting as Daniels enters the ring, and the corner is a big mess with both wrestlers and the referee before Jacob Moore charges and wrecks it all with a giant SENTON SPLASH TO THEM ALL!

The three wrestlers get back to their feet around the same time, and Price refuses to leave as he sees the referee is still down! The other two look at him in confusion, and Price takes them both out with a double lariat! He then rolls onto Mike Daniels and starts to go swinging, hitting him with blow after blow! Paralysis sees the official is down and slips into the ring, looking to cause some destruction. Earl Malone comes in after him, and the two run at each other in the ring, but Paralysis takes him out with his THUNDERBOLT SPEAR! Malone drops as Paralysis stands tall, but Neal had slipped off of Daniels at just the right time, and he ran and hit his CLOSER NECKBREAKER ON PARALYSIS! Neal stood up, only to be caught by a SPRINGBOARD VARIATION OF THE PIECE OF MIND KNEE FROM TERRI DYE! Neal drops as Dye stands tall, only to be turned around and hit with the RIPCORD KNEE! Dye goes down, and the entire ring is filled with carnage as the official finally gets to his feet. He sees the bodies everywhere, and works on getting everyone who isn’t Daniels or Moore out. Mike turns to face the other legal man in Jacob, and Moore appears to still be down. Daniels pulls him up to his feet and tries getting him ready for an attack as he then bounces off of the ropes! He looks like he’s going for a bicycle kick, however Moore had recovered and dodged it, then immediately went to the ropes and hit a nice springboard roundhouse kick! The Magnificent Mile! Moore tries to cover, but Daniels is smart enough to roll close enough to the ropes for the pin attempt to not be worth it. Het lets Mike get up to his feet, and Daniels tags in Earl Malone. Malone, who wasn’t expecting the tag, is a bit startled as he stumbles into the ring. Moore is quick to kick him in the gut, and he tries for a BLUE MONDAY… Earl escapes it! Malone stumbles across the ring and tags in Paralysis!

Paralysis comes in and quickly tries to take Moore out with a SPEAR, but Moore is able to skillfully hop over it. Immediately, he lunges at the ropes and tags in Neal Price! Neal comes in hot, and he runs right INTO A THUNDERBOLT SPEAR! PARALYSIS PINS! ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NEAL PRICE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Paralysis stands tall in the ring, and here comes Earl Malone! He charges in the ring, only to be caught with a SPEAR! A SPEAR!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

EARL MALONE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

Paralysis stands tall in the ring, and Terri Dye climbs up the ropes… She dives in the ring, trying to catch Paralysis off guard!

NO!

SPEAR!

A SPEAR!

PARALYSIS COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

TERRI DYE IS ELIMINATED!

Paralysis stands up once more after those three quick eliminations, and he’s a bit slower to stand up after that one. He looks to the camera one more time to point at it… Jacob Moore runs in to get the quick VERTEBREAKER! THE BLUE MONDAY! HE COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

PARALYSIS IS ELIMINATED!

Like clockwork, Moore stands up to turn to face the last opponent he has to deal with, but Mike Daniels catches him RIGHT with the Ripcord Knee! He winks at the camera before going for the cover-

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Harriet Jean: Here is your winner:




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After that commercial break, we see two unfamiliar faces. One is a smart, slick Arabian (though in reality, he’s half-arabian and half-polish), and the other a wide-smiled African American. They’re dressed in sharp brown suits which fit their slim body shapes perfectly.

“I’m Roy”

“I’m Muppet”

“And together:”

“We are your guest GMs for the night!”

After a small pop, Roy begins to talk about how amazing the crowd is, and how happy he is that they’re all just as excited as he is about the show to come. Muppet segues this into plugging the Main Event for the evening, and how they’re in for a show. Roy chimes in, throwing out there that Markus may not have been having the best luck recently. He continues, stating that the reason he’s being given another shot is because the pair of GMs have been longtime fans of Markus, and know that he can do great. The fans cheer for Conan, and Roy makes a quick comment about how he LOVES that the audience feels the same way.

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Stemming off of this, Muppet says that he’s got something the fans will love equally or better than he loves their reaction, which will then create a chain of ‘hype’ which continuously will bounce back and forth and ultimately-... Roy stops him from rambling, and then just announces for him that RIGHT NOW there was going to be an impromptu mach! Who starring?! Muppet announces that any two competitors in the back can come out to face the tag team of… ROY AND MUPPET! The crowd can weirdly get behind this duo, and the two immediately Hogan-out of their clothes and yank off their pants, which are now revealed to be tearaway. They’re both wearing their own ring gear, and there’s a pop!

… But nobody comes out.

Muppet announces the secret incentive, which is that the winners of the tag match (whether it’s them or their opponents, Roy adds in) will get to pick their own opponents for the next show. INSTANTLY Cameron Jennings is out, running down to the ring. There’s a bit of time before anyone else comes out, and we see the tron screen cut to the backstage area. Nick Shane and Alex Drake are quite literally pushing each other as they’re racing to see who can get out first. Shane seems to have the upper hand, and just as he charges out, ZORA JONES! The girlfriend of Alex Drake takes Shane out with a STIFF forearm smash, and she gives a smile to Drake, who then just steps out to join the fight.


MATCH 2

Roy and Muppet vs Alex Drake and Cameron Jennings

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Roy and Muppet just finish moving their tear-away pants from the ring to the outside, and they both stand in the middle of the ring. The official asks which of them is starting the match, and then they both point back and forth at the other for a solid 30 seconds trying to figure it out. The referee tells them to hurry it up, and they play a game of Rock Paper Scissors! We get 6 straight draws, before Roy wins. Muppet asks “Best Two out of Three?”, to which Roy happily nods his head. Another 3 draws, then a Roy win. It’s getting very heated, and just as they’re about to go for another… DRAKE AND JENNINGS BOTH COME CHARGING AT THEM AND TAKE THEM OUT! They start to stomp them down until the referee pulls them back and tells them to get back to the corner. Drake leaves the ring as Cameron stays in, and Roy and Muppet pull themselves up. The official asks which of them will be the one to start… AND THEY CONTINUE THEIR ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS! Roy narrowly gets the win, and Muppet gives him finger guns and leaves the ring.

Roy hops about the ring while Jennings just stares him down. Eventually, Roy charges right at Cameron, however Jennings is quick to hit the guest GM with a kick to the gut! Muppet shakes his head from the apron, and Cameron follows up with a snapmare. He bounces off of the ropes and tries for a running knee, but Roy ducks down under the charged strike and then kips up to his feet! Cameron turns around right into an unexpected standing savate kick! Jennings is hunched over, and Roy bounces off of the ropes with an amazing back handspring, and then finishes with a huge mule kick! Cameron drops to his knees as Roy immediately leaps over to his corner to tag in Muppet! Muppet enters the ring carefully, though Roy is quick to go back over to Cameron and hoist him up. Roy keeps Jennings in a wristlock while Muppet bounces off of the ropes and hits a big boot to the exposed shoulder of Jennings! Roy and Muppet exchange a handshake before Roy ducks out and leaves the ring. Muppet wastes no time grabbing Cameron and putting him into a tight hammerlock, however Jennings is able to escape it with a few quick back elbows. He reaches back to follow it up with a sitout jawbreaker, and then rolls aside to hit a quick double leg takedown! Jennings then grabs the legs of his opponent and then turns to position him… Jennings catapults Muppet right into a stiff elbow strike from Alex! Jennings then stands up and tags in Drake, who more than happily steps in and grabs the guest GM in an atomic drop position. He slams Muppet down hard as Jennings bounces off of the ropes to finish him off with a dropkick! Muppet drops, and Drake goes for the quick cover but Muppet gets his foot on the ropes.

Roy is trying his hardest to contain himself in the corner, but he just can’t as he finally steps through to enter the ring. The official comes to keep him contained, and here Drake looks ready to have some fun, however just as he leans down to grab Muppet, the sneaky bastard gives him an eye rake! Muppet stands up and looks to see Roy, who was legitimately just trying to help his best friend out, and when they exchange eye contact Muppet winks. Roy smiles and nods, and then shouts in the most obvious tone “Oh no ref, I might enter the ring again!”.... The official quickly shouts that if he does such a thing then he can and will be disqualified. Roy puts on a pouting face as Muppet now circles the ring with Alex, who is angry at the cheating from earlier, and they charge to lock up. Muppet performs a nice side roll, and he stands up to the cheers of the crowd. Drake looks even angrier as he tries for it again, but once more Muppet rolls. Drake stands, furious, and Muppet says that this time he’s for real. Of course, as Drake charges in at him, Muppet performs the roll one more time. This time, Drake charges right at him and takes him out with a DISHONORED SUPERKICK! Muppet drops, and Roy screams from the apron. This distracts Drake, who steps over to them. Roy is arguing about how that was uncalled for, and this is when Alex walks away… NO! HE SUPERKICKS ROY! Roy drops down, tumbling to and off of the apron. Drake turns back around to Muppet to cover, but Muppet has already started the process of standing up. Drake rolls his neck before getting ready to hit it again… He goes for it!

Muppet ducks out of the way! He quickly takes the opportunity he was given as he grabs the still airborne foot of Drake and immediately pulls him down for a matted ankle lock! The crowd cheers as Muppet has Alex down, and then he stands up and starts to pull Alex into the corner! Roy from outside hops up on the apron and then tags himself in! Muppet still has Alex in a nice ankle lock, and Roy points up at the sky before he leaps and hits a SPRINGBOARD LEG DROP BULLDOG! ROY COVERS ALEX!!!!


ONE!



TWO!



TH-JENNINGS BREAKS IT UP! Jennings then picks up Roy and shouts that he’s DONE playing games, and he hits him with the ROYAL HEALTH SCARE! Cameron leaves the ring, and Alex gets to his feet. He sees that Roy is down, but insists on making sure he is so he raises him up into the BLUE MAGIC! THE BLUE THUNDERBOMB! He covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Muppet tries sliding in but he’s just too late!

THREE!

Harriet Jean: Here is your winner:





IBW, backstage - and Isaac Kent had a curious little mind. He knew he was on limited time - but he was a canny individual. Glancing around he knew if he was here at just the right time... just this right moment...
There!
Bounding down the hall towards his target, mic at the ready, Kent came to a halt... directly in front of Doctor Egan. The eccentric was evidently caught off-guard by the abrupt approach, but stopped nevertheless.

"I'm here with Doc Egan," Isaac spoke straight to the camera, giving Egan no choice but to have this apparent interview, "Doctor! Were you watching Paralysis' match tonight?"
For a moment, the plague doctor mask turned slowly, curiously. He was evidently hesitant... but decided to play along.
"...I was, yes," he nodded, "I generally watch the other matches here. It is how your learn, how you observe - it was a decent contest."
"And what did you think of Paralysis' performance in that match?"

For a while Egan stayed silent... before removing his mask. He had a perturbed expression on his face - a raised eyebrow of disbelief that he wanted to make sure his interviewer could see clearly.
"It was... fine?" the Doctor shrugged, "Honestly, it's not really him I had my attention on. I was much more interested in-"
"But what about his commentary leading up to the match?" Kent butted in, determined to stir the pot further, "Calling you out specifically."
"Listen..." the Doctor sighed, "I do not know why, but it is clear that Paralysis desires my attention. But when I first arrived here... he already HAD my attention. And to be quite honest? He proved to be quite uninteresting to me. I was bored - so I moved on." Egan offered a non-commital raising of the hand, "It is perhaps best that he move on as well."

"...Okay..." Isaac nodded, attempting a change of tract, "But what about what he had to say on-?"
"Enough of this," Doc clearly saw through the approach, finally putting his foot down, "Paralysis was a fleeting moment on the edge of my thoughts, a moment that has now passed. An intriguing prospect that turned out naught. My opponent tonight however? Now she is one who truly holds my interest."
"But do you expect-?"
"An excellent question Mr. Kent!" Egan wasn't giving him an inch, "I truly do not know what to expect. ECHO, the poor girl, claims to hold a fear of Doctors. And whilst I wish I could promise that I would not harm her... well, it would not exactly be in the nature of this business to leave one's opponent untouched would it?"
"But don't you think-?"
"No, I don't think it should be an issue. She did say after all, did she not, that she was ready for... how did she put it... her 'body scan'?" the Doctor nodded, clearly just rambling to himself at this point, "Well if she is ready to be analysed, to be understood - I am more than ready to commit to this study myself. Yes, we shall make a most wondrous display for the audience to watch! I am excited Mr. Kent!"
"But what about-?"
"What about the match, ah yes, of course! It will be starting any second now! Thank you for reminding me good sir!" Pulling his mask back down, he gave a final nod of acknowledgement, "It has been a pleasure Mr. Kent. Good day to you!"
And with that, he was off down the hallway, and on his way to his match. Left behind? A very disatisfied Isaac Kent.




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The lights, tron, and other elements of visual tech in the arena glitch out as Egan's theme opens. As the guitar hits, a sudden burst of smoke and sparks emits from the stage, within which Doc Egan appears, adorned in all of his alchemist gear. Making his way towards the ring, he mixes together a couple of bottles of liquid, before clambering into the ring with the finished product. Inside the ring, he removes his mask and additional non-ring gear, before drinking the mixed potion. He opens his mouth and bright, neon-green smoke comes out of it as the lights slowly flicker back on again, only to go out for ECHO’s entrance.

ECHO by Vocaloid grows louder and ECHO appears, with that of a Cardboard cut out of that of a Glitched TV on her head, She would show some glitches dancing, before entering the ring & taking off the Cardboard TV, Showing a somewhat Robotic facepaint, before closing her eyes, revealing the word "He-lp" on either eyes.


MATCH 3

TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS
ECHO vs DOC EGAN

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ECHO and Doc Egan opt for the most classic of opening moves. Collar-and-elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. ECHO uses every bit of technique and surprising strength that her slender frame allows and manages to push Egan back towards the corner despite his apparent strength and size advantage. But using her momentum against her, Doc Egan sidesteps, grabs a hold of her wrist and as ECHO lunges forward, she is snatched into a wristlock. Egan wrenches her wrist, and after a bit of struggling, ECHO rolls forward and counters the wristlock into an armdrag, whipping The Doctor across the ring! Egan quickly rights himself only to see ECHO charging at him--

RASPUTIN’S REQUEST! ECHO just got folded in half by a vicious-looking spear! Doc scrambles for the cover, hooking both legs--

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And just like that, folks, The Alchemist has won the first fall via pinfall!

ECHO is absolutely livid, and appeals to the referee who confirms that she kicked out a half-second too late. The Wrestling Vocaloid struggles for a few seconds in denial before letting out a scream of pure frustration! Egan is visibly joyous and he stands against the far turnbuckle, enjoying ECHO’s apparent meltdown. ECHO got pinned very early on in the match, and you have to wonder, what that does to your confidence and your gameplan coming into the match? ECHO seems to have done wondering, however as she charges at The Doctor at full speed, going for a corner dropkick but again Egan saw this coming and quickly dodges out of the way, his earlier mirth replaced by a brief flash of pure panic. ECHO hits feet-first on the turnbuckle, and he chooses to take advantage of that opportunity by hitting multiple stomps on her prone body. He drags her to the middle of the ring and covers-

ONE!

ECHO kicks out before referee Kyle Richardson’s hand slaps the mat the second time. Egan looks surprised by the quick kickout, but quickly shakes the feeling off by transitioning into a headscissor hold. ECHO struggles to break free, but Doc’s strong legs are wrapped around her neck and upper body like a vice grip. Still, ECHO is relentless and she manages to weaken Egan to the point where she can hit an overhead kick to the Doctor! Egan is stunned, giving ECHO some much needed time to take a break and regroup, which she smartly chooses to do by rolling outside the ring. Egan manages to stand on his feet and gestures ECHO to come in the ring with him for her analysis, to which ECHO shakes her head frantically. Egan grins, bounces off the opposite ropes and goes for a Suicide Dive Crossbody! It connects….


...perfectly with the mechanical leg of ECHO, who lured The Madman into a trap he would not be able to resist. She clutches her leg in pain, and there’s clearly some damage done there, but Egan is in a world of hurt right now. ECHO manages to roll in the ring, and the referee is at the count of four.

Doc still hasn’t moved.

Five. Six.

Doc is rolling on the floor, dragging on the ring apron to get himself up but it keeps slipping through his fingers.

Seven. Eight.

Doc is on his knees, but he’s also really close to the ring. Can he make it? Or will ECHO get a count out victory to even the score?

Nine.
Doc is on the verge of getting in, ECHO panics and goes for a baseball slide dropkick to keep him from doing so but he dodges out of the way and rolls in!

ECHO drops him to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press, and begins raining down fists and elbows on Egan! Egan does not even get a chance to react and fails to protect his face from getting hit with some stiff punches and elbows. At the referee’s intervention, ECHO stops her barrage of strikes and rolls Egan over for the Disconnected[Camel Clutch]! Egan’s midsection already hurt by the mechanical leg is being contorted in ways that is very painful. Egan tries to use his power advantage to get out of the hold but ECHO claws at the face of Egan, and soon Egan goes limp. The question on everybody’s mind is, should he struggle and take more damage or should he tap out and give up his advantage? The crowd, which was 50-50 for most of the match chants “Please Don’t Tap”, and slowly, inch by inch, The Alchemist crawls over to the rope and grabs the bottom rope, thereby forcing a break.

ECHO keeps the hold applied for an additional four-count before backing off quickly, knowing full well that if she got herself disqualified now, it’s all over for her. Egan uses the turnbuckle to help him stand up, and looks at ECHO with a smirk on his face, almost taunting her to come charging at him for the third time. ECHO has learnt her lesson, however and she stalks The Madman slowly and methodically. The two circle the ring, and each make shadow strikes, move feints. Doc quickly gets tired of the game and breaks into a sequence of graceful and wild capoeira strikes which ECHO ducks and weaves through, but a kick catches her in the back, taking her down! Doc is happy with the result and quickly climbs the top turnbuckle and delivers a picture-perfect diving stomp, knocking all air out of ECHO’s lungs! He covers--

ONE!

TWO!

TH- ECHO KICKS OUT!

ECHO shows she won’t give up that easy, and Doc is relentless in his attacks, already setting her up for the Shining Sorceror. ECHO seems too out of it to prevent any attack, and Doc gets a running start, steps off her knees, her shoulders- ECHO rises up suddenly, leaving Egan unbalanced in the air, falling- ECHO catches him in an ECHO Driver[Michinoku Driver]!! ECHO covers--

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-kickoUT! The doc kicked out in two-and three quarters, leaving ECHO full of frustration and rage, as the crowd chants “This is awesome” over and over again. ECHO climbs up the top rope, sweat dripping down her cheeks mixed with gray paint, and her lips are pursed with grim determination. She jumps in midair…

….and lands her mechanical leg straight across Egan’s throat with the legdrop she calls Burning Vocals! She covers--

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ECHO rolls over, thinking she has got the fall but the referee informs that Egan’s right foot was under the bottom rope, breaking the fall.

Her screams echo the entire ballroom (heh) and she drags Egan up and slumps his body against the middle rope, setting him up for the Error 404[ 619 ]. ECHO bounces off the other ropes, but stumbles as her mechanical leg gives away for a second. She only loses a couple seconds in quickly readjusting, but those couple seconds would prove vital for her as Egan nails her with the Midas’ Touch[Springboard DDT]! He does not even have the energy to hook the leg, and simply drapes his arm over ECHO--

ONE!

TWO!

ECHO rolls over!

Both wrestlers are down and neither show any signs of getting up anytime soon, so the ref begins the count. At the count of six, Egan begins to stir, and by the count of eight, both are up on their feet. Egan wastes no time and surprises ECHO with a handstand headscissors takedown, and goes for a rolling thunder-- Nobody Home! Egan lands face-first on the mat and before he can expect it, ECHO rolls him up, grabbing the tights--


ONE!

TWO!

THREE!



ECHO finally got her pin over The Doctor in the second fall, making them 1-1! The moment she stands up, however, Doc rolls her up from the back, taking her utterly by surprise--

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Harriet Jean: Here is your winner:


ECHO kicked out after the referee counted to three, and her eyes are full of disbelief! Egan is as shocked as ECHO is, but his grin says it all as he basks in the glory of winning a hard-fought match.





We cut to backstage as Roy and Muppet are dressed in real suits this time, and are doing official things on their tablets in the GM’s office. The GM’s desk is left abandoned, and the duo are sitting on brightly coloured beanbag chairs, and soft jazz is playing in the background from somewhere.

Suddenly the door slams open and Roy gives a very high-pitched yelp and jumps a feet out of his chair. Muppet is unperturbed.

Nick Shane walks in. “I want a match against Zora Jones, and I want it now.”

Muppet looks at his fellow co-GM and they make thinking gestures for a long 15 seconds before saying “Alright, you got it.”




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MATCH 4

NICK SHANE vs ZORA JONES

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The bell sounds. They circle one another. They move to lock up, Shane kicks Zora in her stomach, she falls to her knees. Shane stands over her and laughs at Zora grimacing in pain. Zora nails Shane with a punch to his stomach stunning him. Shane comes back throwing clubbing shots down across the back of Zora. He stomps away on Zora, she falls flat on the mat. Shane pulls Zora up, he pushes her back in the corner. He comes at her nailing her with repeated kicks in the corner, the referee calls for them to back out of the corner. Shane steps back, he goes to throw a punch at Zora, Zora ducks under, Shane falls into the corner. Zora starts hitting away on him with wild punches. She goes for a spinning backfist, and Nick ducks under her fist and slips out of the corner. Zora spins around, trying to confront Shane but Nick sends her slumped into the turnbuckle with a vicious chop! The sound of that chop echo in the ballroom as Nick turns his back on Zora, showing off against the crowd, loudly exclaiming-- "YEAH! LOOK AT THAT!". That was probably not a good idea as Zora Jones smashes her elbow against the back of Nick's head, stunning him and dropping him to his knees. Zora follows that up with a textbook legdrop bulldog, and quickly scrambling for the cover-

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Nick kicks out dominantly at the count of two, and quickly rolls out of the ring to take a breather. He leans against the steel barricade and looks almost ready to get back to the ring when Zora TAKES IT TO THE AIR! the crowd goes wild after that majestic tope con hilo from Zora Jones! Both wrestlers come crashing through the barricade and Zora is the first to get up. She wastes no time trying to drag Shane up and into the ring, but here, the power disadvantage comes into play. Not wanting to win via countout, she tries her hardest to pull Shane up to a standing position and then as she would try to shove him in the ring, Nick grabs Zora by the neck and slams her skull on the ring post! The crowd audibly gasped at that moment as Nick Shane rolls in the ring and rolls out again to break the count. He drags the laid out Jones up into a sitting position and nails him with a vicious Hard Hitting Knee, smashing Zora's head against the ring post! Zora is seeing stars right now as Shane walks around the ring, gloating in a strange glee. He rolls in the ring and asks the ref to start the count. The referee counts pretty slowly--
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!

Zora stirs slightly.

SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Zora is on her knees, blinking and running a finger through her hair, checking if the impact made her bleed.
NINE!
TE-Zora realises where she was and quickly puts all of her into getting in the ring!
Shane, ever the opportunist, quickly covers her.

ONE!

TWO!

Zora grabs the ropes, forcing a break. Nick is absolutely furious at this point, and gets in the face of the referee for a full minute. When the referee won't budge and threatens to disqualify Shane if he pushes the issue further, Nick walks over to Zora and lifts her up in a gorilla press hold, showcasing his power. He tosses Zora behind his head casually, but wait! Zora manages to transition into a reverse Hurricanrana! Zora hooks the legs as Shane is taken completely by surprise-

ONE!

TWO!

Shane struggles, but can't get the shoulder up--

THREE!

Harriet Jean: Here is your winner:



The crowd cheers the outcome but Nick Shane is fuming at this point and grabs Zora by her hair, getting in her face and saying "THAT WAS A FLUKE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? DO YOU?". Zora headbutts Shane, making him stumble back. Zora follows that up with a high knee, and then attempts to nail a german suplex on Shane but Shane counters into a snapmare throw, sending Zora to the mat. He repeatedly stomps Zora 's shoulders and head, before picking her up in a Fireman's carry and hitting his finisher Off with your Head [Detonation Kick]. Zora is laid out in the ring, and Shane walks back, a smug smile on his face.




We cut backstage to see Jimmy Freeze standing with “The Obsession”, Danny Hall.

Jimmy: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with none other than Danny Hall himself. Danny, what do you think about the main event of Markus Conan vs Dax Staley? Do you have any dissatisfactions over not being booked this show?

Danny: Oh come the fuck on, Jimmy. Dissatisfactions? The only thing I am not satisfied about is the level of competition around here. Why would I be unhappy over not being booked in a match? Have you seen me? I rule this place. I am the flagship wrestler of IBW, and I have got “Main Event” written in big bold letters on my forehead.

Jimmy moves in closer as if to see the writing and Danny waves him away with a chuckle.

Danny: You asked me about my thoughts on the match. Well, Markus Conan is a talented guy who will always play second fiddle to my greatness as long as I’m around, no matter how much he portrays himself to be an icon, and gets the top spots because he’s a company guy. As for Dax, he’s good for a midcard hardcore act, but he’s going to be a fish out of water if he’s thrust into the main event.

Jimmy: So, what are your plans from here on out?

Danny chuckles at this question, ruffles Jimmy’s hair and walks away, whistling.





A quick video package shows a gaming montage, where multiple gameplays are shown at the same time on different screens. After a while, all of the screens show the same result as ominous music begins to play.
GAME OVER

The video feed flickers into static, and the words “D.S. Punk, coming soon” are heard.






We cut back to ringside and a sudden, heavy, thrumming beat announced the arrival of Markus Conan - and of the night's main event. It was the Irish Icon's third in as many shows, each episode so far having culminated with a match featuring the large man. As he walked out, face a mask of focused determination, he was well aware that if he wasn't careful tonight... it could be his last main event for a while too.
So far, he had a draw and a loss under his belt, and whilst he still had the audience backing him, the company was starting to seem... not-so-sure. He needed a win tonight - a victory to prove that the main event scene he'd been thrust into, the spotlight he'd been placed under... belonged to him.

And then, with Nine Inch Nails playing him in... came Dax Staley. Whilst he was new to the scene on IBW, he was already making an impression. His attitude alone had been enough to draw a number of people's eyes - now he was being given the opportunity to really prove himself.
In some respects there was almost as much pressure on the Deviant Dredge as there was on his foe. Whilst Conan needed to prove that he still belonged in the main event picture, Staley needed to show exactly what he could do to deserve this spot he'd been given.

It was a tense moment as the two eyed each other up from across the ring. Waiting... Waiting...


DING DING DING!


MAIN EVENT

Markus Conan vs Dax Staley

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And they were off, Conan springing out of his corner to blast his smaller foe straight off his feet with a big shoulder block! As Staley went down, the Irishman was upon him, falling to one knee as he dragged Dax up into a headlock! Conan was filled with fire, determined to showcase to everyone that he'd still got it.
Forcing Dax up to his feet with the hold, the 270lber repeatedly lurched him around - trying to keep him off-balance and maintain control as the New York native struggled to be free. Eventually, as he finally forced the rebellious Dax upright, Conan lowered his hand. Releasing Staley's neck for just a moment, Conan switched the hold to be across his foe's chest - before forcing him harshly down over his knee in a vicious backbreaker!
Dax fell to the ground with a cry as Conan roared out his dominance - summoning a cheer from the audience. It was clear that Markus had an agenda, he didn't just want to win this match. He wanted to crush his foe - to showcase himself as the real deal. He wasn't in the main event due to some relation to Ayden Starr, he was in the main event because he was on that level!

Intent on keeping momentum rolling in his favour, Markus hoisted Dax up again - only to be met with a surprise knee to the gut! Conan had had his turn - they were on Staley's time now!
Wanting to press his new-found advantage, the Deviant Dredge grabbed his winded foe by the arm, and pulled him in for a short-arm clothesline! The impact resounded around the arena as the strike cracked against Conan's ribs! He stumbled... and yet he did not fall.
Tch... no matter. Dax, hoping this time to have a little more impact, ran back to the ropes, before charging back at Markus again with a standard clothesline! The hit forced a cry from the Irishman's lips - and yet still he did not go down!
Dax was clearly frustated now. Still... third time's the charm, right? He hit the ropes a second time - this time with a lot more force. Barelling back towards his foe, Staley prepared to take him down once and for all... only to have his momentum used against him as he was swung over and down to the mat in an enormous powerslam! A powerslam AND a pin!

"...One! ...Two!"

Dax kicked out violent, desperately scrambling to be free as he puffed and panted. That had been closer than he'd care to admit - he'd been caught off-guard, and nearly payed dearly for it.
Unfortunately, Markus wasn't done. As Dax recuperated from that one pin attempt, the Irish Icon was already standing over him. Seizing Dax around the waist, Conan pulled him back into a huge German Suplex, sending the Deviant sprawling away across the mat! Staley, to his credit, was evidently trying to fight through the pain. The moment he hit the ground, he was already forcing himself to his feet... and unfortunately right back into Markus' arms.
Giving his foe no quarter, Conan seized upon the moment to pull Dax into the air once again, this time slamming him to the mat with an enormous vertical suplex! This time, Staley didn't just hit the mat, but bounced and rolled with the impact - sending him out of the ring!
The referee began his count;

"One! Two!"

Staley groaned on the outside. He was in no rush to push to his feet or get back in that ring.

"Three! Four!"

Inside the ring, Conan was gesturing out to the audience. They were lapping up his show of power - and it was pretty clear what direction this particular fight was going. This was his main event scene.

"Five! Six!"

Slowly, Dax pushed up to his feet. He was in a bad way - he had a big problem.
Markus Conan had the advantage in... nearly every way. He was bigger and stronger, that was obvious. But he was also a lot more experienced. Dax Staley had months in wrestling under his belt - Markus Conan had years.
He was being dominated, and he knew it. What he needed was a way in. An opening...

"Seven! Eight!"

...That would have to do. As Markus turned his glance away for but a split second, Dax charged the ring, rolling undeneath the ropes and back up to his feet in one smooth motion as he bee-lined forward! Conan's attention snapped back just in time for a high knee to smash him in the face! The hit was enough to daze the big guy - and allowed Staley chance at some more offense at last! He began flurrying - a series of punches and kicks that forced Conan on the defense, backing him further and further away - until his back met with turnbuckle.
Staley saw his opportunity, and seized it. Grabbing ahold of the Irishman's head, he charged his way away from the corner as he bought his foe to the mat with a running bulldog! This was it, he'd finally gotten him DOWN! Rolling him over, he hooked the leg...

"One-!"

And a kick out! Dammit!
In all honesty he hadn't expected to quite get the pin yet - but he'd at least hoped to get more than a one there. Still, it didn't matter, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he had the advantage now, he had to press it!
Clambering up that corner he'd used but a moment before, Dax Staley identified his target... and dived out towards them, fist ready to be dropped! Unfortunately, as he took to the sky... he lost the one he was meant to be dropping on.
At the last second, Conan had seen fit to roll to the side, the experience edge lending it's hand once more as he played possum right up to that final moment! Staley's body met harshly with the mat, his form tensing as he rolled to his side. He seethed through grit teeth - no, NO! He was meant to be rallying right now, not this! He couldn't give up now!
Once more, he forced himself to his feet without proper respite - and once more landed himself in the clutches of Conan. The Irishman seized him, sweeping him up from his feet and high overhead. He looked ready to simply... drop him. A Military Press Slam from over 7' high in the air!
But Dax was determined. He'd been given his chance to rally, he couldn't let this moment fall from his grasp, not now! Slipping from Conan's graps, Staley dropped down behind him - and unleashed a signature flurry of blows known together as Mad Dax: Fury Flow!

Normally he'd target his opponent's front with this, but Dax was more than content to see how it faired from behind! It started out simply enough, a string of punches to the back of the Irish Icon, punishing his spine! Normally he'd bend them gut first over his knee now - but smashing Markus in the lower-back with that same blow seemed to do just as well, the brutal impact forcing him to a kneel with a shout! And of course, there was one final ingredient to this concoction... Taking a few steps back, Staley readied himself, started forward... and ran face first into a rising elbow from the big man!
As Dax stumbled back, Conan turned towards him and hurled him to the ropes - catching him with a big boot on the rebound! This time, as Dax hit the mat, he didn't force himself back up. Everything hurt too much. It seemed no matter what he tried, no matter how hard he rallied... Conan was always there to stop him.
And now... Markus was ready to put a bullet point in it all.

Bending low, Conan picked Dax up for one last time. It was pretty clear what was about to happen. Latching both arms of the Deviant Dredge, Markus pulled him up against his back - crucifix position.
Markus was looking to finish this. Dax Staley was to become the example victim of the Martyrdom...

And then music hit. Music Markus Conan recognised well.
Danny Hall.

Loosening his hold slightly, the Irish Icon's attention turned to the ramp. And that was all Dax Staley needed...
He was practically set up for the hold already. All he had to do was drop down slightly, and weave his arms beneath Conan's. Both arms hooked in place, Staley dragged the 6'6" Markus overhead - and delivered the piledriver he called the Mark Of Cain!
One moment, Conan had victory within reach.
One moment later, his attention had drifted beyond the ring and to a man who had no business within this current match.
One moment after that? He'd been bought crashing to the mat in an utterly devestating manoeuvre - and pinned down!

"...One! ...Two! ...Three!"

And just like that, Dax had won! The Dredge was tired, injured, beaten... but none of that mattered right now. As he pushed to his feet, what mattered was that his music was playing. What mattered was that his hand was being raised by the referee in victory!
Markus Conan meanwhile was left to groan on the mat. Groan, and glare furiously at the entry ramp - the empty entry ramp on which no man had stood. As Danny Hall's music had played, no one had come out at all. And yet, even without having been there... the Obsession had left his grubby handprints all over this match.
This was as much Hall's victory as it was Staley's. The only difference was... Hall's music had played first.



--collision goes off air--









-michael stark.
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Richard Rutherford
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What a show. So much excitement
Edited by Richard Rutherford, Jun 28 2018, 03:35 PM.
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Oops. Guess Markus can't win under pressure, sad.
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