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 Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 1:52 pm
"The following contest is scheduled for one! Introducing first!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 5:21 pm
God Damn I love Me "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool started to play throughout the arena as the crowd looked down to see who was coming out, not recognizing the tune from their usual ICW tunes. Did one of their beloved stars change their tune for the big event? It didn't take long for the ICW crowd to get their answer. Out from the back came a man they hadn't seen before, at least not on ICW. Some of them may have recognized him from other shows, or signing appearances, but never for ICW. The others might have thought that he was a rookie just getting his start here except that he came out with a title around his waist. It wasn't any small title either, it was rather big. He was wearing black dress pants, black Italian shoes, a red coat and a gold necklace around his neck. His eyes were blocked by his sunglasses, but the people could still see the smug look on his face. Stone walked down the ramp, avoiding all the hands that were being extended, which wasn’t that many but he was too important, in his own mind, to acknowledge the fans. Especially fans he hated. Matt walked up the steel steps and got in the ring over the middle rope. He walked over to the ring announcer, Lance Garay, and took the mic from his hands, ushering him out of the ring. The crowd was a buzz over who this was, but many were already booing him over the way he acted by walking down to the ring. Stone tapped the mic thrice to get the crowd to shut up, but they got louder in their reaction, causing Stone to purse his lips slightly in frustration, his theme dying away.
"ICW sucks..." were the first words out of his mouth and the crowd booed louder now, after hearing those two little words. Matt looked around with a grin as he started to speak again. "Now some of you are asking yourselves just who the hell I am, right? Well let me explain something to you people here, I am Matt Stone. I am an international star! This title around my waist is the real Undisputed championship, and that makes me better than everyone in that locker room. Normally, I wouldn't have even bothered coming to a shithole like Sparta, Ohio. Let me rephrase that, I wouldn't usually come to a shithole like Ohio at all!" The crowd booed even louder, but now Stone was enjoying it. Looking around the crowd in the front rows, he stopped dead and opened his mouth. "Can I get a close-up of that guy? That guy right there!" he said pointing at someone in the front row, the camera showed the man whom Stone was referring to. The man was drinking a beer standing up and booing with no recognizable characteristics. The camera came back to Stone. "Did you all see that? He's wearing a Bengals jersey!" the camera shot back to the man, who indeed was wearing a Cincinnati Bengals jersey, not uncommon for an Ohio crowd. "There's a prime example of what failures come from Ohio, they went four and eleven with a tie in there, how do you get a tie? That's just stupid, much like all of you for cheering for such losers." The crowd was really getting on Stone's case, almost drowning him out at this time and he decided it was enough for now. "Speaking of losers, the two you were meant to see now, Diego Ferrera and Akihiko Sato couldn't make it out here tonight, I gave each of them a twenty and they said it was more money they'd ever seen here and left. That gave me ample time to come out here and explain just what a world class champion like myself is doing in a place like this. You see, every year the Wrestling Committee of the United Nations holds a special tournament for the four promising promotions that have impressed them the most. Somehow, this little organization managed to get one of the four nominations and without hesitation, agreed to the shock of no one, cause this place needs as much exposure as it can muster. Now myself, being on the first team of the X-Cup, I was selected to come down here and scope the competition. Well, so far the show has done nothing but sucked. I talked to a few people backstage and they've all agreed to leave here and never look back with me to FFA." The crowd booed even louder when they found out Stone was trying to siphon off their talent. "My boss, Mr. CEO and the owner of this dismal place, Paul Carter, have collaborated on me being here for a short period of time to give this company a small gleam of spotlight that naturally follows me everywhere. That contract put me on Whiplash, but as a recognized Undisputed Champion, I have some leeway and should Paul choose, he can allow one of his 2 star performs a shot at this beautiful title." Stone spoke as he unlatched the title with his right hand and held it up for the crowd to see, the camera zooming in on it. The crowd was booing, but some were interested in the idea of one of their heroes taking the title from this brash newcomer.~interuption planned~
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:38 pm
((OOC: Before match with Jed))
'The Stream of Mortality flows uncontrolled.'
The voice over could be heard right before ' Battle Song' by Ensiferum could be heard blasting through the PA system. A hand is seen throwing the entrance curtain aside as another ICW debutant could be seen stepping onto the top of the ramp. "The Celtic Fury" Jacob Figgins! After his long disappearance from the wrestling world,he has shown his face once more. Jacob donned his street apparel, which consisted of a black t-shirt simply saying 'Fig Effected to the Max', a piar of worn blue jeans, and a pair of gladiator boots. In his left hand was a microphone. There was a loud pop for his presence, except for the younger crowd who seems to not even know who he is. "You yuppies shut the hells up! I am not here for you Dumbasses." The cheering quickly changed to jeers, there came an apparent smirk upon his face as he seemed to hold the crowd right in the palm of his hands
"Now, for the sake of the fans I shall speak slowly and use small words. Being from Ohio, they seem to be slower than the covered wagons they drive around in. If I wasn't under contract I wouldn't of even bothered coming here from Ireland."Figgins paused to let the jeers die down for a second. "Now, I completely agree with mister Stone about the match that is supposed to take place. These no names didn't even bother to show up, I am seriously trying to figure out how they can hire big names such as Stone and myself. Not too much about Jed, since he seems the equivalent to a three cent whore. "The Jedanights this time tried to drown Figgins out with boos, most of them sounded like they came from twelve year old girls. "Now, you are wondering why I am even out here if I completely agree with this guy. You see, I really don't care too much about this company. But I am not about to let another member of team ICW come down to try and prove him wrong. The likes of Matt Shanahan will only make the team look worse than it is. I have a good feeling that Mr. Stone wants to see the prime talent in the team, the one who has actually made a name for himself. Who better than the Fig Effect? "Figgins paused once more. "Now Stone, I really don't care about that little title of yours, I can go anywhere and get one just like it. But it's more of a conquest. You see, Stone we have been in the game for a long time. Yet we never faced each other in singles competition. I'd Just like to see who's better. You can put that brass ring on the line if you want, this is just a little friendly competition. I understand our collective and individual talents are completely wasted here, but it will be fun to shiow these cunts what real wrestling is. " Figgins dropped the mic to the side, awaiting Stone's reply.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:20 pm
Stone was shocked to see that Figgy was actually in this place, let alone interupting his speech. He had at least another page planned out to insult everyone in the building. Stone looked down at himself, he wasn't exactly wearing wrestling clothing, seeing his pants and shoes certainly weren't regulation. Glancing back at Figgy, he smirked, bringing the mic back to his mouth. "So Jacob, we meet at last. How long has it been since I've heard your name? six, eight months? I thought you did th smart thing and hung up the boots while you still had half a chance at another job. But if this is your wish, to go one on one with me, then who am I to deny your wish?" Stone finished speaking and the crowd was a little confused, one one hand they didn't like the Figgy spoke, bu on the other they wanted Stone to get his a** kicked. "Oh right, I'm the Unlimited Undisputed CHampion, how silly of me" Stone's words brought down another sound of booing as it looked like he wasn't going to accept. "You and me can dance here tonight Jacob, but you certainly haven't earned a title shot in my books, so that request has been denied." Stone smirked and started to take off his ring jacket, obviously getting ready for the improptu match that was about to happen.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:25 pm
Jacob shrugged, as he stated earlier, he could easily get a title of similar prestige out of a cracker jack box. Jacob dropped the mic to the floor, the sound of static then nothing. A referee runs past him to get make the match official. Jacob casually strolls down to the ring and slides under the ropes and quickly gets to his feet. He Leans against the eastern ropes as he awaits for the bell to ring.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:30 pm
Stone took off his shades and necklace and dropped them in a corner along with his jacket, placing the title there as well that was quickly grabbed by the ring announcer to ensure that it didn't come into play. He rolled his shoulders warming up a bit, he strecthed from one side to the other just to loosen up his pants a bit as the ref looked at both men abd called for the bell to ring.
"Dingdingding"
Stone started to circle around as the bell sounded, knowing he had something to prove right off the bat.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:34 pm
As soon as the bell rang, Figgins got into his stance, promenading to the center of the ring. Going for the offensive first, Jacob goes for the left arm of stone, going for a deep arm drag.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:36 pm
Stone still had an air of arrogance that was soon left standing in the ring as Stone himself was flipped quickly onto his back from the arm drag. Frusteration, Matt would get up quickly and dash at Figgins, looking for a clothesline.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:40 pm
Figgins ducked under the clothesline, with a smirk plastered upon his face. He shot for the left arm once more, going for another armdrag just to piss Matt off.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:44 pm
Stone had stopped dead and tunred to face Figgins only to be flipped over once again by the arm drag. hitting his head and back on the mat once again. Getting more annoyed, he got up again and looked at Figgy. "Now you're just pissing me off" Stone said as he went for a hard slap to Figgins' face.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:47 pm
"That's the point, ye c**t!" Jacob replied, his Irish accent now obvious. But the playful nature changed as the slap came across his cheek. With a wild look in his eyes, Figgins shoots up his left forearm, planning to make it collide with Matt's face.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:53 pm
Matt had a smug look on his face after the slap and wasn't aware of the repercusions. Stone was hit hard in the face with the forearm and was knocked down to the mat, holding his face. he got up quickly and stepped right back in Figgins' face...
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 10:04 pm
Jacob reveled in achievement as he wiped the smug look off Matt's face. But then notices Matt right in his face. Figgins left knee shoots upward, going for a collision to the gut. If successful he would attempt a front face lock.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 10:08 pm
Stone was pissed, but was quickly doubled over from the force of Figgins' knee and then had his head grabbed and brought in for the front facelock, unable to block it in time. Matt put his right arm around the waist of Jacob and tried to back the two of the up against the ropes to try and get a break.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 10:11 pm
Figgins was backed into the western ropes but kept the hold. The ref told him to drop the hold, but Figgins ignored it.
1!2!
Figgins finally dropped the hold raising his hands up to the ref to make him stop counting.
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