Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

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Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

Postby DJS » Wed Mar 11, 2015 9:55 pm

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The Main Event:

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Re: Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

Postby Smith Jones » Thu Mar 12, 2015 1:29 am

Fade up on a shot of the arena bowl inside The Astrodome in Houston, Texas, as XWA Pathway to Destiny has almost torn the roof off the place heading into this, the Main Event! The crowd is chanting for Smith already as there is a noticeable lean towards him in this huge confrontation between two men who for their own reasons feel the need and the right to lay claim to the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance as their own. The audience is a sea of gray as the only commercially available version of the Smith Jones T-shirt is covering the crowd more than we have ever seen in his entire career! Gray tees that say ‘I’m’ on the front of them in black lettering with a large white X overtop of the whole thing. Each of those white X’s all across the arena comes with a voice that yells or screams or squeals his name over and over again. ‘Smitty’, repeated in unison for Smith Jones to hear backstage; for General Manager Sabbath to hear. Ring announcer Hana Ramierez stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd noise settles to a respectable hum and the people get ready for her to begin.


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Hana Ramierez: Ladies and gentlemen this is your Main Event of the evening and it is a Last Man Standing Match!!! Introducing first…


Crowd: Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!!


Hana Ramierez: ...from Salford, Manchester...


Crowd: Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!


Hana Ramierez: ...weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the XWA General Manager DIAMOND JACK SABBATH!!!!!


Rose: Smith Jones cannot wait to get his hands on DJS tonight! This year of hell is about to be put to an end by the stoned-faced tactician!


Matt Steel: Easy, Rose! This isn’t some rookie Smith’s facing here, this is Diamond Jack Sabbath we’re talking about! He’s not just the boss, he’s a legend in this company! Once he’s done with Jones here tonight, he will go to Legends ‘15 to face Tempest! Sabbath is just keeping people in check. He’s going to destroy Smith Jones and Tempest and remind the wrestling world just exactly why Diamond Jack Sabbath is the boss!


Mark Sanction: Guys, I’m being told there’s some commotion backstage! Somebody’s being attacked! Our cameras are making their way to the scene!


Cut to a shot of a very shaky camera running through the backstage area past road cases and lighting stands, turning corners in search of this attack. Finally, we see a guy in a black T-shirt and jeans stomping on another guy in a gray tee and jeans as there are pieces of a broken wooden table all around them. As the camera settles, we now clearly see that Diamond Jack Sabbath is putting the boots to Smith Jones in the locker room area!! Sabbath takes a moment to shoo away Whisper and Raine before he returns to kicking the shit out of Jones who is down on the concrete floor up against the brick wall in full turtle!


Matt Steel: Referee Tommy Tickles is in the ring but this match... well, tell ‘em, Sanction!


* DING! DING!! DING!!! *



Mark Sanction: This match is underway!!


Rose: They haven’t even been in the ring yet! This match can’t start backstage!


Matt Steel: It’s Diamond Jack Sabbath! You go tell him that!! The crowd isn’t as much of a factor back there, Rose! Chant now!


As Tommy Tickles sprints towards the backstage area, DJS pulls Smith Jones to his feet by the hair. DJS gets Smith Jones up across his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He falls back and lands on top of Smith with a Samoan drop on the concrete floor! Sabbath gets up and stands over Smith with a look of disdain on his face as he is already all the way amped up on power!! He stares down at Smitty for a second. DJS is wearing a black T-shirt with the XWA logo on the front of it and black jeans. Smith is wearing blue jeans with a gray tee that reads ‘subordinate’ on the front of it in black lettering with a large white X overtop of the whole thing. Sabbath starts frantically looking for the ref as Tommy Tickles is still looking for the fight. Jones is not moving as referee Tickles rounds the corner. Sabbath grabs Tommy by the shirt with both hands before he points at the fallen Smith and waits for the referee to start the count!



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Jones begins to stir a little bit.


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Smith is holding his head as he uses the wall to help him get to a standing position. Sabbath is right there to dish out further damage, watching Jones struggle hard just to get vertical.


Rose: We have no idea what happened to Smith Jones before the cameras got there! Did Sabbath attack alone? Did War Enforcement help DJS put Smith through that table? Were there more attackers or weapons involved? We don’t know any of that. What we do know is that whatever did happen, it was enough to keep Smith down for a long count of eight!


Matt Steel: For all we know, Smith tried to attack Mr. Sabbath and it backfired! Biased much, Rose? DJS is in full control! This match is damned near over!


Rose: Don’t count on that, Steel!


Sabbath comes charging in with a running knee strike to the side of the head! Jones sidesteps the move and sends Sabbath knee first into the brick wall!! Sabbath clutches his left knee and falls to the ground with a scream! Smith is now on hands and knees, crawling away from Sabbath and trying to catch his breath as Sabbath holds the knee and tries to assess the damage. Smith sees a road case down the hall from him. It’s about three feet wide by four feet long, standing about three feet high on wheels. Black with silver metal trim that gleams in Smith’s eyes. He looks at Sabbath. DJS has just gotten to his feet as Smith is crawling towards the road case. Sabbath grabs Smith by the ankle and pulls him about five feet further away from his destination. Jones flips over on his back and does a push kick with his free leg on Sabbath’s left knee! DJS narrowly avoids hyperextension as he grabs that leg and drops to the floor again! Jones focuses on the road case. He gets up and walks over to the road case, circling around to the far side of it. DJS is trying to get up, but the stabbing pain in the centre of his knee joint is making that task more difficult than expected. Sabbath perseveres as he thinks back on the many wars and battles he’s survived over the years. The many men much greater than the flash-in-the-pan not-quite-superstar Smith Jones! Sabbath grunts and pushes himself to a standing position just as Smith comes barreling towards him with that road case on wheels! Sabbath tries to dive out of the way, but the case hits his legs with a SMASH and sends him twisting to the floor in a heap!


Matt Steel: Diamond Jack Sabbath is hurtin’! How is he gonna be the Last Man Standing if he can’t even get his legs under him?


Rose: He’s like Will Ferrell in Austin Powers 2! Maybe he should try standing on the other leg!


Matt Steel: I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear that, Rose. How aren’t you fired yet?


Smith grabs Sabbath’s leg and goes for a figure four leglock. As Smith spins, Sabbath puts his free leg on Jones’ ass and shoves him away. Sabbath gets up rather quickly as Jones steps in. Sabbath is off balance when he throws a spinning roundhouse kick to Smith’s head, but he still connects with some force! Jones is taken aback as he stumbles a few steps away from DJS. Diamond Jack gets a sinister look in his eye that tells of misfortune to come for his stunned opponent. Sabbath grabs the road case and, with a limp, runs it towards Jones! Smith Jones jumps over the rolling case and hits Sabbath with a diving clothesline that brings them both down on the concrete floor! The case rolls down the hall. Smith grabs Sabbath by the hair and drags him to his feet. Jones Irish whips Sabbath against a lighting stand and it comes crashing down to the ground nearly landing on Sabbath! Glass flies all over the place as Sabbath shields his face. Smith comes over and picks up the broken light by the frame, careful not to burn himself on the hot light itself. He raises the light over his head and then hurls it down at DJS!! Sabbath just barely dives out of the way as the light comes crashing down with much more force than the first time! Smith’s eyes are wild as he lets out a crazed yell that echoes through the halls of the backstage area. Diamond Jack Sabbath limps around a corner and disappears from Smith’s view. Jones is in close pursuit.


As Smith rounds the corner, he is knocked to the floor by a very tall stack of about forty or fifty steel folding chairs!!! Sabbath now stands where the stack of chairs once did as there are hundreds more stacked chairs in this backstage storage area. It’s a sizeable bunker a little larger than the space inside a wrestling ring with high ceilings and filled with random items, mostly extra chairs, folded and stacked with dust-covered tops. Jones is currently buried in some of those steel folding chairs as Sabbath leans against a stack and laughs at him.



Diamond Jack Sabbath: Have a seat, motherfucker.


Sabbath stands tall and pulls a chair down from the top of one of the shorter stacks nearby, blowing the dust off and stalking Jones. As Smith gets up, the very first daylight he sees is filled by the seat of a swinging steel chair to the face!! Jones hits the ground and then turns and starts to crawl away. Again, Sabbath strikes with a brutal chair shot, this time across the shoulder blades! Jones reacts by getting quickly to his feet and moving further from DJS. Smith grabs a steel chair from the floor and turns, swinging it at Sabbath, but DJS cuts him off with a chair shot to the shoulder before Smith gets fully turned on his swing! Jones stumbles and leans against the wall, still holding the chair in one hand down at his side. Jones pushes himself away from the wall and Sabbath swings again, hitting Jones square between the eyes with a fourth solid chair shot!! Jones is down on his back. DJS is not finished. He raises the chair above his head and starts to rain down chair shots on Smith Jones! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven! Twelve! Thirteen chair shots in total as Jones takes most of them flush across his chest on the ground! Smith is not moving as Tommy Tickles emerges from a place of safety to start the count.



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Sabbath shoves over another stack of chairs which lands on top of Smith! Jones is already buried when DJS shoves over yet another stack as there is a sea of steel chairs filling the middle part of the storage bunker! Sabbath stands back and watches while Smith tries to get up on the strewn chairs as they move around under him. As soon as Smith gets his footing atop a pile of shifting steel chairs, WHAM!!! Diamond Jack Sabbath busts Smith Jones wide open with a chair shot to the face! Jones falls straight back and lands on some folded chairs. The referee starts the count as blood leaks from Smith’s face.



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Smith coughs and turns on his side, leaning on his elbow.


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Sabbath gets a handful of hair and drags Smith out of the storage area and into the hall. Jones breaks free of his grasp and gets a waistlock on Sabbath. Jones plants his feet and throws DJS with a desperate belly-to-belly Take It Home suplex through a set of double doors!!!


Mark Sanction: Where are these guys going to end up now?


Rose: Looks like they’re spilling out into the parking lot!


They both lie on the ground and stare at the ceiling as the double doors close between them. Sabbath looks up at the lights above him and just breathes. He can hear his own breath reverberating back at him from the concrete ceiling above. On the other side of the doors, Smith lies in the middle of the hall and stares up at the light tubes in the fluorescent fixture above him. Could be unscrew one of them? Too backyard. He turns onto his side and crawls towards the double doors. In the parking lot, Sabbath has just gotten to a kneeling position when Smith flings open the double doors! DJS stops and turns to face Smith. Their eyes lock. Blood is now pouring from Smith’s forehead. He starts walking towards Sabbath, dead though he may appear. Sabbath takes a few staggered steps backwards, away from the approaching Lord of the Ring. Smith Jones lunges at Sabbath, but Diamond Jack counters with a signature Double A Spinebuster on the concrete floor!!! Smith Jones is down and has stopped moving altogether! DJS kneels over Smith, breathing deeply and considering his next move.


Diamond Jack looks down the row and sees his own limousine idling near the pickup area. He gets a sinister smile on and starts to wander in that direction with a low chuckle. DJS picks up speed, now with a running limp as he arrives at the limo. He opens the driver’s side door and gets in. The driver standing nearby starts to yell at him to stop! DJS laughs uncontrollably as he puts the vehicle in gear. Smith is crawling in the middle of the roadway as your XWA General Manager and mine steps hard on the gas pedal and aims the headlights at Smitty! The tires screech as he guns it and the limo heads right for Jones!! Smith rolls to the side and evades the moving vehicle as this Last Man Standing Match continues! DJS puts the limo in reverse and hits the gas again! Smith sidesteps the car and pulls open the driver’s side door! Jones yanks Sabbath out of the car and slams his head against the side of it! DJS tries to get away from Smith, but Jones spins him around and gets him with a side Russian leg sweep against the side of the limousine!!



Rose: The back of Sabbath’s head just shattered the side window of his own limo! He’s down on the concrete floor with glass in his hair!


Jones reaches into the front of the limo and pops the trunk. He grabs Sabbath by the hair and drags him to the back of the limo. Smith Jones tries to put Sabbath in the trunk, but DJS elbows Smith in the gut. Sabbath throws a clothesline at Smith, but he ducks it and does a back body drop, dumping DJS into the trunk!! Smith slams the trunk shut and leans on the car, breathing heavily and looking at referee Jack Tickles.


Matt Steel: What an idiot, Rose! The ref can’t count Sabbath out while he’s locked in the trunk of his limousine. Smith’s just giving Sabbath time to recuperate! This is not helping Smith Jones one bit!


Mark Sanction: He’s right, Rose


Rose: …...


Smith grabs two handfuls of his own hair and pulls. His eyes are shifting all over the place as frustration appears to be overtaking his entire being. He sees something and starts to laugh. The camera pans over to where Smith is looking and we now see what he sees. Smith Jones’ white tour bus is also warming up nearby. Jones is now laughing as hard as he can, tripping over himself as he starts to walk over to the bus. Smith gets into the driver’s seat and wastes little time gearing up and driving towards the side of DJS’ limousine!! Sabbath’s limo is directly in the path of Smith’s bus!! The world goes silent for a split second right before BOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!


Mark Sanction: Smith Jones just drove his tour bus right into the side of DJS’ limousine with Diamond Jack Sabbath in the trunk!!! The bus is pinning the limo up against the concrete wall!!!


Rose: This is a replay we’ll be watching for years to come! Smith climbs into the cab of his white tour bus and put this reckless and destructive move in motion! The bus gains a little speed and then broadsides the limo with Sabbath in the trunk!!! WHAM!!! They hit the wall hard and come to a full stop!! Sabbath forced Smith Jones to work under Xtreme conditions! This is what happens when you push a man too far! It’s a good thing for Sabbath that Jones didn’t rear end the limo!!


Smith is out of the bus now as he walks over to the car. The trunk is half open from the crash. Jones steps up onto the rear bumper and pulls up on the door of the trunk. He opens the door just enough to reach in and get Sabbath in a front facelock. Smith hits a DDT on the parking lot floor and Diamond Jack Sabbath is out cold!! Smith waves the referee over as he pulls himself up using the bumper and then stands over Sabbath while Tommy Tickles counts.



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Mark Sanction: Wait a minute! Somebody is interrupting the count! Red mist! That Asian mist in the eyes of referee Tommy Tickles!!!


Matt Steel: What??


Mark Sanction: Get the camera steady!! Is that…?


Rose: It’s Bella Quinn!! She just spewed red mist into the eyes of referee Tommy Tickles!! He was at nine!!


Matt Steel: We usually see the red mist from Razer, but Bella has borrowed a trick of his to get involved in this match!!


Rose: Why?? What’s with Bella’s recent obsession with Smith??


Referee Tommy Tickles is screaming in pain as the red mist burns his eyes out of his head! Smith and Bella are arguing when she kicks him in the nuts and he doubles over. She then grabs him by the face and smashes her forehead against his mouth!! Glasgow Kiss by Bella Quinn!! Smith Jones is holding his teeth. Bella is not done. She gets Jones in a fireman’s carry and flapjacks Smith onto the hood of a nearby car. She climbs up onto the hood with him and looks down at Sabbath who is now leaning against his limo and watching Bella attack Jones. Bella hooks Jones with a standing Uranage off the hood of one car and through the windshield of another!!! The glass shatters as Smith’s back goes through it and lands on the dashboard!!! Bella gets down off the hood of the car and leans in over Jones. She blows him a kiss before disappearing off into the shadows from whence she came.


Diamond Jack Sabbath is leaning against the limo. Smith is not moving. Medical swarms the scene as there are two EMTs each for DJS, Smith Jones, and referee Tommy Tickles. The medics gingerly remove Jones from the windshield of the car and he leans on his elbows over the hood. The EMTs start to pick glass out of his back. Medics talk to Sabbath who seems to be having trouble figuring out where he is. Tommy Tickles is getting his eyes washed out with water. Sabbath gets up and shoves past the EMTs. He walks over to Jones and tries to hit Smith with a double axe handle across the back, but Jones dodges it and and shoves DJS away. Smith tries to shake off as much of the glass as he can. A Taylor Swift song flits through his head before being immediately replaced by thoughts of ‘Don’t Wanna Fight’ by Alabama Shakes. Random. Jones lifts his T-shirt up over his head to get some more of the glass off of himself. Before he can get the shirt fully off, Sabbath strikes with the Crown Kick to the head of Smith Jones!! He got all of that finisher!!! Smith falls to the ground face down with his shirt still up over his head! Senior referee Jack Tickles takes over the officiating duties. We now get a good look at the many cuts and lacerations on Smith’s bloody back as Jack Tickles starts to count!




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Smith shows signs of life, but he hasn’t moved much.


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Jones sits up and throws the shirt off his head.


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Jones gets suddenly to his feet, only to stagger and lean against a nearby car. Sabbath takes Jones by the hair and walks over to a short hallway that leads to a black curtain. Sabbath shoves Smith through the curtain and he ends up out in the arena bowl in front of thousands of screaming fans! It’s not long before DJS comes through the curtain carrying a crowbar! Smith gets up and heads from the crowd. Sabbath catches up and hits Smith across the back with the crowbar!! Jones tumbles and rolls, getting up and continuing towards ringside. Again, Sabbath strikes with the crowbar to the back. This time, Smith stays down. Sabbath stands over Jones and swings down with both hands! Smith avoids the crowbar shot and rolls towards the retaining wall. Sabbath swings again with the crowbar and Smith ducks it, tossing DJS unceremoniously over the barricade and into the ringside area. Smith climbs up on the retaining wall and waits for Sabbath to get up. Jones jumps at Sabbath as Sabbath swings and knocks Smitty out of the air with a crowbar shot to the shoulder!! Jones hits the floor hard and writhes in pain!


Matt Steel: He took a hell of a swing there!


Mark Sanction: These guys aren’t being moved by muscle anymore! They are animated by pure hatred and one of these guys is going to get seriously hurt before this is over!


Matt Steel: Going to?? Sabbath just batted Jones out of the air with a crowbar!! Watch the fuckin’ match, Sanction!


DJS drops the crowbar and growls down at his fallen adversary! He picks him up and then slams him shoulder first against the ring post. Smith tries to get away by scooting quickly up the ring steps to the apron. He wipes his feet respectfully before parting the ropes and getting into the ring where he is immediately met by DJS! Sabbath hits Jones with a series a Buzzsaw Kicks to both shoulders. Smith backs into a corner. Sabbath whips Smith cross-corner and sends him shoulder first into the turnbuckle! As Jones stumbles out, Sabbath connects with a bicycle kick to Smith’s shoulder that drops him to the canvas near the corner. Sabbath mudhole stomps on Jones in the corner, not letting up on him as he tries to pulverize him clean off the roster! Sabbath backs out of the corner and waits for Smith to pull himself up. DJS charges in with a running dropkick in the corner! But Smith dodges it and hooks Sabbath upside down in the corner in the tree of woe! Smith takes a moment to collect himself before he mudhole stomps Diamond Jack with the flat of his boot in the corner as he hangs upside down. Jones then flips Sabbath upright and sits him up on the top rope. Jones steps up onto the middle rope behind DJS and does a belly-to-back suplex off the second rope into the middle of the ring!!! Both men hit the mat hard and remain still!


Crowd: Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!!


Both men are reaching their end. The air is hot as they struggle to draw breath and continue the match and continue life itself. The aches and pains of the match are starting to overcome them like a wildfire devouring a row of houses in a dry summer. Neither man will allow himself to succumb to the other. Smith reaches for the bottom rope; Sabbath grabs hold of the bottom turnbuckle. They both start to get up slowly. They both head to centre and meet in the middle of the ring. Jones throws a right hand, but Sabbath blocks it and hits Jones in the forehead with a stiff punch. The crowd boooooos! Jones retaliates with a punch of his own. Yaaaaaay! Booooooo! Yaaaaaay! Sabbath pokes Jones in the eye, booooooo, and then he gets Smith by the hair and chucks him out of the ring through the ropes. Exhausted, Smith falls all the way to the floor without much resistance. Also tired, Sabbath takes a deep breath and follows him out. DJS kicks Jones in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb against the ring apron! Jones counters mid-move and turns it into a hurricanrana that sends Sabbath rolling and hitting the side of the ring!! Sabbath is writhing on the ground. Smith Jones is starting to feed off the energy of the crowd! Jones slides into the ring and runs the far ropes. Sabbath starts to get up. Smith comes charging back with a suicide tope through the ropes, crashing into Diamond Jack Sabbath and sending Sabbath bouncing off the retaining wall!! That signature Tomorrow Tope takes DJS down! Jones is getting up much more quickly than expected. He slides into the ring and runs the ropes again, diving headfirst through the ropes onto Sabbath again, this time hitting an elbow to the cheekbone on impact!! Sabbath hits the ringside barrier again and then falls flat on the floor!


Rose: Smith Jones is repeatedly throwing himself headfirst into Tomorrow!! Looks like it’s working out for him! He’s going again!!


Jones is already in the ring, running towards the ropes. He dives through the ropes with a clothesline, but Sabbath sidesteps the move and Smith Jones comes crashing down hard on the ringside floor!!!


Diamond Jack Sabbath gets up on the ring apron. He slowly starts to climb to the top rope. Smith gets up and rolls into the ring! With a burst of energy, he shoves Sabbath’s feet out from under him and Sabbath lands straddling the top turnbuckle! Both men start to climb the ropes again, Smith on the inside and Sabbath on the outside. They both reach the top as Jones punches at Sabbath’s left knee, throwing off their balance. Smith regains balance by pulling hard on Sabbath and hoisting him upside down and falling from the top rope with a killer Brainbuster!!!! Both men are down!! Smith knows it’s important that he get up before Jack Tickles will start the ten count. Jones starts to daydream about his ten straight Main Events leading up to tonight. The faces are a blur, but what strikes him most about the matches was how much of himself he poured into each and every battle. Smith grabs hold of the ropes and pulls himself up as the faces of the past ten straight XWA Main Events come into sharper view in his mind’s eye. The ref counts.




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Smith Jones: Bennett.


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Smith Jones: War Enforcement.


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Jones grits his teeth and gets an angry growl in his voice.


Smith Jones: Shaw...


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Smith Jones: Tempest!


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Smith Jones: Ssssshhhhhhhhhh...


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Smith Jones: Razer and Bennett. Lord of the Ring; Day of the curse.


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Smith Jones: Sabbath beats me with Whisper and Raine.


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Smith Jones: Sabbath beats me… with Shaw...


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Smith Jones: Laurel Anne Hardy. Close one.


TEN!!!!




* DING! DING!! DING!!! *




Smith Jones: And Diamond Jack Sabbath is finally fucking dead.


Hana Ramierez: Here is your winner and the Last Man Standing… SMITH JONES!!!!!!


‘Power’ by Kanye West hits the speakers as Jones lets himself collapse to the mat and lies down on his stomach allowing the cuts on his back to breathe.


Rose: Yes!!! He did it!! Smith Jones just defeated Diamond Jack Sabbath in an instant PPV classic that will have the locker room buzzing as we head into Legends ‘15!!!!


Mark Sanction: That top rope super Brainbuster was just too much after the hell these two just went through.


Matt Steel: What an unreal Main Event!! These two guys took each other to the limit and I actually can’t wait to hear Smitty’s announcement about when he’s gonna fight Jericho Shaw for the XWA World Title!!


Smith and Sabbath are still down flat on their backs in the ring as members of War Enforcement, Whisper and Raine, come down to ringside along with Amy Taylor-Sabbath. They have a team of medical staff ready to take DJS out of the ring and out of the arena. Smith sucks wind as he starts to count the lights in the rafters above. He marinates in a river of pain and tries to pretend he is somehow out of his body and on some beach somewhere. Smith indulges the moment briefly before he comes back to reality and looks out of the ring to one person at ringside. Hana Ramierez. He crawls and reaches towards the ring announcer as Hana is not sure what he wants at first. It soon becomes clear that he only ever wants the mic when he looks at her. She hops out of her seat and brings the microphone to him. Jones sits up and leans on one arm with both legs stretched out in front of him. Smith calls for the audio guy to cut the music. He looks into the handheld camera in the ring in front of him and he speaks.


Smith Jones: Fuck…


He takes a minute to breathe in enough oxygen to properly finish the thought.


Smith Jones: ...Sabbath!!!


Crowd: Fuck you Sabbath!!! Clap! Clap! Clap, clap, clap!!! Fuck you Sabbath!!! Clap! Clap! Clap, clap, clap!!! Fuck you Sabbath!!! Clap! Clap! Clap, clap, clap!!! Fuck you Sabbath!!! Clap! Clap! Clap, clap, clap!!! Fuck you Sabbath!!! Clap! Clap! Clap, clap, clap!!! Fuck you Sabbath!!! Clap! Clap! Clap, clap, clap!!!


Smith Jones: On January 16th, I won the Lord of the Ring in a Royal Court Steel Cage Ladder Match. I put myself through hell for the chance to fight for the XWA World Heavyweight Championship anytime this year! Our very next pay-per-view is Legends ‘15 on May 15th. That’s ten days after my birthday. And now that I’ve taken care of this damned year of hell from Diamond Jack Sabbath, my mind is already on to more important things! Shaw… You think you’ve got your life all planned out. You think you might be getting into the ring for one last old school hurrah against your thorn and mine Dan Bennett. That would be quite a match, sure. But then I get to thinking about what Tempest said about how everyone around here is just waiting to watch Jericho Shaw lose that World Title! Well, they won’t have to wait terribly much longer, because I’m gonna cash in my Lord of the...


‘Crush’ by Sleigh Bells interrupts Smith mid sentence as all eyes turn to the stage! After a brief pause, Bella Quinn appears on stage and stands at the top of the ramp. She also has a microphone as she raises it to her lips.


Bella Quinn: Lights out.


All of the arena lights go dark and the music stops. Everything stays dark and quiet for a long moment before the lights come back on. Bella Quinn is now at ringside looking into Smith’s eyes as he still sits in the middle of the ring. And behind him stands Razer. He's dressed for a brawl as well. Blue jeans and a black tank with long black hair hanging down over his face, parted just enough to see the disturbing look in his eye. ‘Cutting Teeth’ by The Haunted plays and Razer’s entrance video takes over the tron. Smith gets up and instinctively turns around to attack, but Razer erases his head with a vicious shuffle side kick to the throat!! That signature Razer Kick almost took Jones’ head off!!! Smitty is down! The onslaught begins.


Bella Quinn remains at ringside and walks a slow circle around the ring as Razer waits in the ring for Jones to stand on his own two feet and stumble into the path of destruction. Razer’s theme music, ‘Cutting Teeth’ by The Haunted, keeps playing through the attack. Razer comes barreling across the ring with a decapitating Big Clothesline, dropping Smith Jones to the mat holding his throat! Razer goes to a corner and leans against it. His wild eyes are bulging out of his head as he watches the little details of Smitty’s attempt to simply survive this inescapable situation. Smith crawls to the ropes, but is met by Bella Quinn, who giggles at him. He turns from her and reaches up in the corner to pull himself to a kneeling position facing the corner. Razer charges across the ring with a running big boot to the back of Smith’s head as he kneels in the corner! Smith crumples to the mat. Razer puts the boots to him with stomps to the chest! He drops down on Smith with a knee drop to the head and then starts to rain down piston punches to the face that reopen the cut on his forehead from the chair shots earlier in the match! Blood covers Smitty’s face as the crowd goes silent at the sight of this violent display. Razer drags Jones to his feet and sets him up for a Pumphandle Sit-Out Powerbomb!! Razer connects with the Last Walk in the Light in the middle of the ring!! Smith Jones is motionless.



Bella Quinn: Lights out, Smitty! Lights out!!


Mark Sanction: This is an uncomfortable environment right now, guys, I mean Smith just competed in a Last Man Standing Match, for goodness’ sake! Razer is out of control!


Razer gets out of the ring and shoves past Bella Quinn. He heads to the announce table as Bella comes up behind him, screaming at the top of her lungs with a twisted smile on her face. Razer clears the table and then turns to Bella, embracing her and they kiss each other to a round of booooooooooooooooooos from the Houston crowd! Razer looks at the announce team. He motions for them to leave and points towards the entrance ramp. Rose and Matt Steel get up and Rose quickly wheels Mark Sanction out of harm’s way and out of the arena. Razer’s theme music now stops and silence overtakes the scene. Razer gets into the ring and puts Smith in a front facelock on the mat. He pulls Jones up and then gets him up for a suplex, but he turns it into an Evenflow DDT!!! The Razerplex just laid Smith out flat in the middle of the ring!!! Razer scoots backwards into a corner and sits with his back against the bottom buckle. Bella is right there, talking in his ear and rubbing his shoulders. He gets up and walks over to Smith again, and again he gets him up in the suplex position! He pauses with Jones upside down above his head and then executes a second Razerplex!!! Smith Jones comes down hard face first on the mat, leaving another bloody face print on the canvas!! The crowd isn’t even booing at this point. Silence still prevails, interrupted periodically by the sound of Smith’s face hitting the mat. Razer gets Jones up again and hits him with a third Razerplex in the middle of the ring. Jones is no longer an active participant in this fight. He’s just a tackling dummy for Razer at this point.


Razer waves Bella over as he grabs one of Smith’s ankles. Bella grabs Smith’s wrist and they pull him out of the ring. They hurl Smith’s lifeless body against the steel steps knocking them off to one side. Razer sees one of those gray T-shirts on a teenager in the front row and he rips it clean off the guy! Razer puts the shirt over Smith’s face and holds it there as Bella ties it tight in the back like a mask. Smith’s face bleeds through the T-shirt, turning that large white X blood red. Bella and Razer place Smith Jones on the announce table. Razer looks at the ringside fans with a devilish sneer before he hops up on the table. The crowd is now starting to get loud, yelling at Razer, trying anything to distract him from what he is about to do! Razer grabs Smith’s head and locks him in a front facelock. Razer lifts Smith up and holds him vertical in the air above the announce table for a few seconds before dropping backwards while pushing Smith forward into that Evenflow DDT right through the table!!!! That Razerplex through the table eradicates Smith, as he lays face down on a pile of debris! Razer gets up with a little help from Bella as they both stand over the fallen hero, the broken and bloodied Lord of the Ring, Smith Jones! Just a brutal bare-handed attack by a real killer along with his muse, The XWA Gladiatorial Champion Razer and Bella Quinn! Smith’s face continues to bleed through the front of the T-shirt mask as Razer and Bella stand over him and kiss each other. The copyright logo comes up on the screen as Razer’s theme music plays. Razer looks down and shakes his head at Smith with a vitriolic snarl as we fade to black.





With the 24-hour extension I figured I'd go ahead and edit a code error and a couple of typos. No major changes. This match was fun as fuck to write. Hope you liked it.
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Re: Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

Postby DJS » Fri Mar 13, 2015 1:09 am

The Astrodome is bristling with excitement, you can feel the frisson in the air as our main event is approaching its beginning. Hana Ramierez stands by in the ring, as the bell sounds to signal the attention of the entire world. Or at least, that's how it feels with how packed we are.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following LAST MAN STANDING match is scheduled for one fall and is the Main Event of the evening...

Thousands of screaming voices follow, but the gleeful atmosphere is to become very, very abrasive as the first competitor makes his entrance.



White lights flicker in time with the riff of "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown, and images of Diamond Jack Sabbath performing various moves he's famous for display themselves on the Titantron, to much booing and jeering. As the song kicks in, the God and Innovator of Anarchy himself makes his way through the curtain followed by his loyal valet, Amy Taylor. And yet, that's still not enough, apparently. They stop and DJS beckons to whoever's behind that curtain. There is a few seconds delay, before Raine and Serena "The Whisper" Maxwell make their way through. War Enforcement stand by. The entire Sabbath Regime is out in force, as the General Manager paces up and down the stage in his familiar ring gear and a spiked leather jacket, surveying his audience for tonight with his hands thrown out, majestically, soaking in the boos.


HANA RAMIEREZ:
Introducing first- being accompanied by Amy Taylor and War Enforcement...from Salford, Manchester, weighing 240Ibs, he is the Innovator of Anarchy and the General Manager of the Xtreme Wrestling Alliance...DIIIIAAAAAMMMOOONNNDDDD JAAAAACCCCCKKKK SSSAAAAABBBBBAAAATTTHHH!!!!

He gives a big grin as his name is called, that little tingling feeling he used to get returns as he begins to make his way down the ramp with a very self-assured and confident walk followed by his entourage.

ROSE:
Well Diamond Jack Sabbath looking confident and, man, looking ready for action. Whether he can still go is to be seen, though.

MATT STEEL:
Of course he can! Haven't you been paying attention? The concern is whether Smith Jones will be able to keep up with him, because if you know Diamond Jack Sabbath, you know if he's good at anything, it's killing motherfuckers left, right and center in the ring.

He slides under the bottom rope and into the middle of the canvas. He finds and jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle peering out into the live crowd for a good few seconds, breathing in that pre-match excitement in the air. Smiling, he lifts his arms up- slowly lifting them out length-ways and opening his hands, looking very triumphant and majestic. The fans boo him extremely loudly. While up there, he takes off his jacket and throws it down to Amy.

MATT STEEL:
Our General Manager, ladies and gentlemen. Here to prove he can outshine the Lord of the Ring and put him in his place.

MARK SANCTION:
Really? You think that's why he agreed this match? You think that's why we have War Enforcement stood at ringside?

MATT STEEL:
You never know with these Texans. They're always drunk at these shows and it's much better to have Serena or Raine throw you back over the rail than DJS kicking you in the fucking head.

Hopping down off the turnbuckle, Jack cracks his neck into place and prepares himself for the match both mentally and physically, shaking his arms and legs out to loosen them. He's ready to go to war tonight.



The booing and bad vibes very quickly convert to cheering and an uproarous approval for the Crown Jewel's opponent. The Lord of the Ring himself is here, all hail.

During the opening sixteen bars, the lights in the arena slowly fade out to pitch darkness under the vocals of the choir and Kanye’s edgy opening lines. On the first big drum beat, the tron explodes with pyrotechnics as the arena lights blast to full white!


HANA RAMIEREZ:
And his opponent- from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing 229 Ibs...he is the XWA Lord of the Ring, SMMMIIIITTTTHHHHHHHHH...JJJOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEESSSSSSS!

Smith Jones walks out onto the stage dressed to compete in his trademark all white boots, pads, and trunks. He strides confidently down to ringside as the crowd chants his name.

"Smitty! Smitty! Smitty!"

MARK SANCTION:
And an equally confident Smith Jones, coming off a huge roll here in the XWA. Many consider Smith Jones as THE Guy to beat right now, and as Lord of the Ring, he's got a bit of a way to go yet but in years to come his name will be mentioned with the likes of Alex Sean, Tempest, Angelus, DGX, EBR, MadDog, Rose and, well, Diamond Jack Sabbath, as one of the greatest this company has ever produced.

MATT STEEL:
Oh, get off his nuts.

ROSE:
No, I concur. Lots of potential in this guy. No one better right now to be The Man.

MATT STEEL:
Oh, one nut per guy, right? Ugh. Well you just wait, YOUR General Manager is gonna make an example out of The Man as you call him, right here tonight!

He mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet before parting the ropes and taking centre. Nothing more to it than that. He's right here. There's no more shinanigans needed right now, as Smith Jones stands across the ring from Diamond Jack Sabbath.

Kanye quietens down (as he rightfully should), and you can feel the goosebumps on the arms of these fans, the men at ringside, and even sat watching at the announcer's desk.


MARK SANCTION:
This time about three-four years ago, Diamond Jack Sabbath was in the same position Smith is right now. Quiet possibly considered The Man here for the longest time during the tenure of the Relaunched XWA. Now he stands across the ring with Smith Jones- Lord of the Ring, who said this not Diamond Jack Sabbath's XWA. This isn't even his. That the XWA belongs to the fans. Big match feel here.

ROSE:
Legends style main event here at Pathway to Destiny, as this match is ready to get underway.

DING DING!

And we begin, as a powerful eruption from these fans rumbles from their voices. Diamond Jack Sabbath and Smith Jones, one on one, in Houston, Texas. Smith and DJS circle the ring, Sabbath wild-eyed and Smith with the same piercing gaze he gave to both Razer and Dan Bennett only a few nights ago. The two men circle until, finally, after several seconds of scouting thier moment of leverage, the two men finally lock up in the middle of the ring with a huge thud on the mat as they both stomp into the tie-up. Both men push and pull back and forth, soughting after that other guy's moment of weakness. That's all it takes. Both men have their own respective fans in attendance. Sure, Smith's grossly outweighs the amount of fans DJS has left but that doesn't mean both names can't be heard being called by fans at this moment.

Eventually it is Smith who gets the upper hand with a nice headlock, keeping Sabbath firmly centred. The Innovator of Anarchy struggles, trying to dig his hand in between his face and Smith's arm, but he's not quick enough as Smith has already backed up into the ropes and is pushing him forwards into the opposite ropes. Sabbath comes thundering back, and Smith is ready. Smith's got those eyes- he sees his opportunity and he's gonna take it. Jack's inches away, Smith pivots his entire body around and thrusts his elbow out, nailing the General Manager directly in the face with a huge back elbow with an impact that would make you think Jack just got hit with a cannon. He shakes his head, firmly dazed already as this crowd is almost completely behind Smith. And that...that's embarrassing. That's bloody, right embarrassing as a man who's been here for so long.

He pops right back up again, as best he can after that, and another tie-up locks in. This one possibly more furious than the last. However this time it is Sabbath who gets the upperhand, this time shifting his focus to Smith's weakest, less-emphasised arm and ties it behind his back like he's the fuzz. Using that, he pulls out and basically slingshots Smith into the ropes himself. On the opposite rope, he fires himself off in Smith's direction as he comes storming on back and with a wobbly bit of precision, he just about gets Smith onto the ground with a shaky arm-drag that nearly drops Smith onto his neck. Luckily it does not.


MARK SANCTION:
Smith originally taking control but Sabbath...sort of taking control.

ROSE:
Remember, this is the first time Diamond Jack Sabbath has been in an uninterrupted match situation since Legends 2013. He has not been an active competitor since then, and so there is bound to be some ring-rust and that could be horrible, horrible business.

MATT STEEL:
Don't be a clown. He's just tired after all the General Managering he does. He's still got it!

ROSE:
Managing.

MATT STEEL:
Fuck off.

Smith stumbles back up, and Sabbath has already warmed himself up for another one. He catches Smith under the arm and takes him down again with a decent arm-drag. It's better than the last one, which Maffew has probably scribbled down in his little book of botches. Ten points for getting that. Once down on the ground, Jack menuvours into a headlock with Smith facing upwards. The Lord of the Ring holds his arms out, looking and fidgeting around for some sort of leverage. The problem is this is last man standing. He won't lose by submission so this, if anything, is more of an inconvenience. And that rope...it's so close and yet so far. If he could just...and he can't reach it. But maybe he can if he moves over. All he needs is one big push. All he needs is to do is push up and shift forward, but that would mean taking Sabbath with him.

He gears himself for the biggest push since Roman Reigns, although this one is more successful and the fans are loving it. Like a frog holding a rock, he bounces up into the air and grabs onto the rope. Using this, he pulls himself up to the next rope, then the next rope, and then on the final rope he pivots his entire body around, hitting Jack in the ribs with some mean elbows. Due to the power of the elbows, the weakening begins. Jack's legs begin to buckle. His mere existance begins to wane as Smith Jones hits him harder and harder until his arms have numbed so much he's released the hold.


MARK SANCTION:
And Smith Jones finding his win here now!

MATT STEEL:
But it's too early! How could this be?

Switching from elbows to right hands to the face, Smith hits Jack with one, he hits him two and finally while the Innovator of Anarchy struggles and stumbles around the ring. Once he makes it to the corner, Smith Jones makes sure he stays there. He explodes as soon as Jack reaches those turnbuckles and like a bug he squishes him against him using his entire body. With Sabbath now back-first into the turnbuckles, Smith runs off to the opposite corner and slides on his foot, darting back and smacking Jack with an running dropkick as these fans go nuts.

ROSE:
Good grief!

MARK SANCTION:
All this anger, all this fire in Smith Jones that he's waited so long to unleash upon Diamond Jack Sabbath. He's had this stored up so long, and we're seeing it here!

Jack steps slowly out from the corner, using the ropes to keep his rickety ship afloat, but it's not for long. Smith grabs the General Manager's forearm and wheels him in like he's Spider-Man and Sabbath's in his web on Manhatten streets. Jack is caught as Smith wraps his arms around Jack's mid-section, he pivots round and places his back to the turnbuckle and Texas rumbles like a volcano. They know what's coming, they know where Smith is going with this. They've seen it so many times and now it's gonna happen to that no-good dictator who lived long enough to see himself become the villain. Sabbath's got nowhere to go, Smith hurls him back-first into the turnbuckle with a vicious belly-to-belly suplex! DJS lies there, unmoving, as a fired up Smith Jones rallies the support of the fans.

MARK SANCTION:
And Smith Jones attempts to Take It Home!

ROSE:
Jack, to quote your own words to Tempest two weeks ago...you're just not the Pan anymore, Peter.

MARK SANCTION:
And it looks like he may be shipped back to Neverland in tatters. The ref's counting!

MATT STEEL:
I...I don't know what to say. Smith Jones is on his A-game and well, Sabbath's totally...playing possum. He has to be!

Kirk Samson begins that count we came to see-

ONE!

Jack's still there. He's not moved because that back of his is aching like hell.

TWO!

THREE!


ROSE:
You have to think Sabbath's considering this may have been a big mistake. His last match in the XWA was with Hazard, and that was also a Last Man Standing match and it damn-near killed him. Now he's facing a fresher star with more momentum than you can shake a stick at and it's taking it's toll on him.

F--

Jack can stand up...but he can't GET up. He'd reach the ropes but his back is really not allowing it and so as four chimes from the voice box of the referee, Jack rolls out the ring and drops to the outside, on his knees as a very worried Amy Taylor runs around to help up her 'poorly husband' as thousands of Texans boo. But Smith Jones...he's not having it. Sliding out the ring, Smith storms his way around the ring, where he is met by a human wall made up of War Enforcement while Sabbath recovers.

MATT STEEL:
Oh come on, Jack is...Jack is a sick man, okay? He needs to recover and become healthy. Smith Jones is a scumbag with no idea of how sportsmanship works.

ROSE:
Oh that's ridiculous. Your General Manager just basically rolled away and is hiding behind the two people mad enough to say 'oh yeah, sure Jack, we'll protect you'.

Raine begins to shove Smith Jones away like an angry doorman at a nightclub, and that rubs Smith Jones the wrong way indeed. So the Lord of the Ring, before Raine can even do a thing he's already been kicked in the gut and thrown right up against the barricade head-first with an impressive thump. Serena on the other hand...backs up and holds her hands up with a shrug. Amy looks at her with a scornful look, until she sees Smith heading towards her stands in-front of the wounded old-lion and springs to attention beckoning, PLEADING with Smith Jones not to come any step further. To please leave Jack be. It's the most destraught we've ever seen Amy in the entire time she's been on our screens. She's pretty much just crying and babbling.

MATT STEEL:
Aww...poor little Amy's all upset because of the big bad wolf Smith Jones. Leave her alone you asshole!

ROSE:
He's not even touched her!

MATT STEEL:
But he'd like to!

MARK SANCTION:
SMITH, LOOK OUT!

As Amy abruptly stops her surely Oscar-winning Helen Lovejoy act, she steps to the side as Jack pounces up like a horrifying spectre and drills Smith Jones with a horrific low blow. Smith Jones flops to the floor as Jack steps up, holding his arms out like a magician who's performed his latest and greatest trick while thousands of fans boo their little hearts out.

ROSE:
That motherfucker!

MATT STEEL:
I told you! Playin' possum all along!

MARK SANCTION:
That damn Sabbath, he created a diversion and it's all legal!

Jack pulls Smith up to his feet by the sides of his head, staring him in eyes with that vicious look. Oh he's aching, his back's not in the best shape but he's ready. He's not as bad as previously thought, and that's becoming apparent now more than ever. We go in closer to hear his words.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
You are not better than me. YOU are not better than ME.

Adding insult to injury, he slaps Smith in the face with an echoing fury heard around the arena, much to the distaste of these fans. And now it's Jack's turn. He grabs Smith's forearm, much like the Lord of the Ring had done before, and flings him right into the barricade-backfirst. He's up against those metal bars, right in front of the fans and it's not long before Sabbath is on him again, raining on him with side kick after side kick. It's like the old days...and Houston hates it. After a certain amount of them, Smith's sliding slowly and slowly down the barricade. Jack takes two steps back as Smith lies there and finally, Jack comes storming back with a massive boot to the face. As Smith lies, dazed, Jack beats his chest and yells.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
LETS HEAR IT FOR MMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! D-J-S! D-J-S! D-J-S!

MARK SANCTION:
He's lost it. He's gone nuts!

And seemingly proving Sanction's point, he trudges over to the announcers desk and looks like it's serious business now as he literally rips it to pieces. If he had rabies, he'd be frothing at the mouth. He's feral. Pulling the monitors, the cover, everything. Everythings going as the announcers all shuffle in their seats, uneasy. A cameraman makes the mistake of standing in Jack's way for a second and is also thrown to the side. Jack looks around, eyes wild, and settles on lifting the ring skirt up. It's the XWA. There's gonna be toys under there. And toys there are. We open up that ringskirt and Jack's pulled out a chair, and another chair, a shovel (I wonder who put that one there...) and various other fun little bits and pieces, throwing them all into the ring, flinging them up in the air like the Cows in the Holy Grail. Finally, he slips into the ring. He's ripped everything to shreds, he's done his little petulant child act, now it's time to go back into the ring and wait for Smith, who has been trying desperately this entire time to get back up and pull himself together.

As Smith slides into the ring, Sabbath runs forward with a kendo stick and whacks him on the back! He CANES him!


MATT STEEL:
Yeah! Give it to 'im!

ROSE:
Jesus H. Christ! I felt that one!

MARK SANCTION:
This match is now firmly in the hands of the Innovator of Anarchy.

As Smith's back stings, Jack smashes and smashes and smashes away until that kendo stick his Smith so hard it breaks upon it's final smack. Smith reels in pain as Sabbath smiles away and these fans boo like unimpressed chimps. Kirk Samson- who has wisely stayed well out of this for as long as he has- begins to count.

ONE!

TWO!


Sabbath's watching as the big red mark on Smiths back throbs and throbs.

THREE!

Smith pulls himself up using the ropes. Refusing to quit.

FOUR!

FIVE!


And now, stumbling to his feet to much applause, Smith's back with us. And Sabbath's right on him. The beating begins now. Jack drags Smith over to him and begins to rain down upon him with elbows and punches and kicks to the side and nasty forearm smashes. But Smith's not having it. He's not down and out. Never. Ever. With one hand he grabs the top of Jack's head and hits him with a European Uppercut, knocking Jack back a few steps. But Jack's also a master of uppercuttery, and so hits right back with one of his own. And then Smith with his own.

YAY!

Jack hits another.

BOO!

Smith.

YAY!

Jack.

BOO!

Sm-Jack!

BOO!!

JACK!

BOOOOO!!!

And with a big charge-up, he hits him with one last upperc--he misses! Smith ducks under, catches Jack and it happens so fast- like the speed of light, Sabbath's been taken down with a ferocious swinging neckbreaker.

MARK SANCTION:
And this match becomes progressively more back and forth as we go on here!

MATT STEEL:
Come on Jack, let this little shit know not to cross you!

ROSE:
Yeah, he's doing a great job of that so far.

As Jack shakes it off, he pulls himself up. Smith Jones has already made a point of noticing this, and he's off. He's running. He's on those ropes faster than a spider on flies and he catapults himself off. Right into Sabbath. But the Crown Jewel is ready, somehow. He looks up and spies Smith Jones running at full pelt towards him and like a flash Jack catches him. He spins him around in the air like a small child with his Dad, except this father's sinning and putting that kid down with a Spinning Side-Slam. Kirk Samson starts the count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!


MARK SANCTION:
This could be it...

FOUR!

ROSE:
This is Smith Jones, remember. You think Jack's unbreakable? Smith Jones is right here.

And of course, it's not enough. Smith's already on his way back up. Without reaching his feet fully, Smith swipes from the side, chopping Sabbath down like a tree and knocking him onto his back. He looks around, he spies the chair and a light goes off in his head. An idea. Sabbath's groggy and on his way up. The chair Jack threw in before (one of many) is flat out on the floor. Jack's on his way up. Smith Jones takes his opportunity as the capacity crowd cheering him on. Sabbath turns around...

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God...

MATT STEEL:
No...

The chair sits perfectly still. It knows exactly what's going on. However, it's a chair and therefore unable to say "Jack! Look out!" so keeps quiet like always. Sabbath turns around...

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There's a huge smack off the chair as Sabbath lies in a heap of shit. The fans jump out of their seats in an explosion of excitement.

MARK SANCTION:
And there is is! Brainbuster! Onto a CHAIR!

ROSE:
I reckon DJS is done now.

MATT STEEL:
No, dammit. NO!

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones takes out Diamond Jack Sabbath with a huge Brainbuster onto the chair, doing this for us. Doing this for everyone who was ever berated by that lunatic. And...oh wait a minute!

Before Kirk Samson can start his count, Amy Taylor has jumped up on the apron, pulling him over to tell him the new changes to his salary. Or something. Whatever she can cobble together to distract him. Kirk knows Sabbath's there and he has to count but this might be important. She's the personal assistant to his boss.

MARK SANCTION:
Can we ban her from ringside?

MATT STEEL:
Ban Amy? You can't do that! What if there's a boring bit where Smith Jones is winning and I need something nice to look at?

And now Smith Jones has had enough. Amy is basically a diversion machine in this match, and there comes a point where enough is enough! He staggers forward, towards Amy, who looks up and lets out a little scream and quickly jumps down from the apron. But what Smith hasn't seen is Raine sliding under the bottom rope.

MARK SANCTION:
Wait a minute- Raine!!

He turns around and Raine's running at him, basically sprinting. But the Lord of the Ring is too quick for him. Going toe-to-toe with the entire Sabbath Regime right in one go, he ducks under and back-bodydrops Raine over the top rope sending him crashing to the outside, all while his partner- Serena Maxwell- files her nails, uninterested in what's going on.

MATT STEEL:
Oh come on, Whisper. Do your fucking job and help your General Manager. Or is it Serena? I dunno. Whatever. Do your job!

MARK SANCTION:
I don't think she's as into Smith Jones' offense as these fans are right here, they're all behind and...wait, no, Smith...nononono...

Long enough has passed whereby Sabbath seems to have leveraged his way up off the ground, having slithered to the ropes and pulled himself up. Smith turns around, and is greeted by a chair being held up in front of his face. A chair grabbed several seconds ago by one General Manager of the XWA. Before he can question it, a foot seems to have jumped up behind it and added to the impact. And then it all hits like a cannon ball. Smith Jones falls down directly onto the mat, having sucummed to the Crown Kick...through a chair!

MARK SANCTION:
CROWN KICK! THROUGH a CHAIR! Is there NOTHING these men won't do?!?

Smith has flopped to the ground, and looks to be down and out. And Sabbath, now bleeding profusely from the cut created by that Brainbuster onto the same chair, is ecstatic. Forgotten the sight of his own blood, Sabbath shouts down the fans. He's GOT him. Smith's DOWN.

ONE!

Sabbath paces up and down the ring, a huge winning smile on his face as these fans boo. And boo. And boo again.

TWO!

He drops out the ring, now walking up and down the area outside the ring. The gloating continues. He's battered, he's beaten, he's staggering and barely able to move. But his ego is more motivation to move than you'd ever know.

THREE!

And Smith Jones is still not up. He's nowhere near. And there's no way he can...or maybe not.

FOUR!

Sabbath's Gloating World Tour has brought him to the top of the announcers desk, the one he ripped to pieces earlier. He's shouting down to Rose, Sanction and Steel all at once. He's amazing. He's spectacular. He's better than everyone ever! And these fans agree. Why else would they be cheering now? They've come back to him. They've seen the error of their ways and the cheering is back. Hooray!

MARK SANCTION:
Yeah, we get it Jack.

MATT STEEL:
Shut up and show some respect, Mark! This is your General Manager, dammit!

...

Jack stops. The cheering never stops, the "Smitty" chants are firing up and something's missing.

Where'd that count go?

Sabbath turns around slowly, and Smith Jones is stood on the top rope, just waiting. Like a bad dream that just never goes away, Sabbath's eyes widen. It all happens in a second. He's there, and then suddenly Smith Jones is in the air.


MARK SANCTION:
Oh.

ROSE:
Should we...?

MATT STEEL:
MovemoveMoveMOVE!

The announcers move quicker than you've ever seen as Smith Jones flies through the air, and Jack is stuck like a hedgehog on a motorway, his eyes widening until...

CCCRRRASSSSHHHHH!!

Both men go through the announcers desk, as near 68,000 fans join in unison to chant "holy shit! Holy shit!" Both men lie in a heap as the capacity crowd jumps out of their seats like they've had springs loaded into their seats.

MARK SANCTION:
OH MY GOD!

ROSE:
I think I'm in agreement with these fans! Ho-ly Shit, indeed!

MATT STEEL:
Someone poke them and see if they're alive.

MARK SANCTION:
They're alive. Not even THIS has stopped them. I think the only logical step for this match is to end with a mushroom cloud at this point.

Smith Jones is hurt, but not nearly as much as Sabbath. Battered, bloody and broken. Sabbath's down. The Lord of the Ring can just barely move. He rolls over and crawls. So slowly and so groggily to the apron where he lifts himself up, releasing a bit of spit onto the ground. It feels like there's blood in there but he's not quite sure. It's like when you've been on a run. Sabbath would be counted out right now and with the amount of time that's passed, he'd probably have lost...if he were in the ring, where that would count. Smith Jones pulls himself up into the ring, kneeling down for a breather and leaving Sabbath for a few seconds.

In fact...he WOULD be counted down. Smith WOULD be the Last Man Standing. So he looks over and there's the General Manager. Down. Out. Gone. So why not drag him in. Smith gets to his feet, the damage done. The fairytale moment where the hero beats the big villain.

But Diamond Jack Sabbath's XWA is no place for a hero. Or fairy tale endings.

The Lord of the Ring feels the cold touch of a woman's hand on his arm, pulling him. He turns around in urgency, and she's stood there.

Bella Quinn.

She turns Smith Jones around and hits him with the OTHER steel chair they left in the ring earlier. Stood behind her is Razer, primed to attack as Smith Jones is blasted right on the top of the temple with the unforgiving steel.


MARK SANCTION:
Wait a minute! Razer! Bella! What on Earth is going on?!?!

Smith flops to the ground. Amy, Serena and Raine stand back and watch as Smith Jones is beaten with an endless flurry of punches and right hands and left hands from Razer, as well as kicks from Bella.

ROSE:
The Sabbath Regime standing back and letting this happen?

MARK SANCTION:
I don't think they mind. Razer and Bella apparently taking advantage of a beaten Smith Jones with a surprise attack wit a steel chair. But this match is still going on!

Razer pulls Smith up to his feet, the Lord of the Ring now groggy. Razer lifts the Smith Jones up and holds him vertical in the air for a few seconds to much booing- as the fans know exactly where this is going- before dropping backwards whilst pushing the opponent forwards, landing the DDT drop for a sickening Razerplex right in the middle of the ring. Razer and Bella look around, observing the booing fans as well as the entire Sabbath Regime at ringside and finally, they step out of the ring. Razer is ready to leave, but Bella stops him. She'd like to watch.

She's noticed.


ROSE:
No...

Everyone's noticing. The booing has become louder.[/b][/color]

MATT STEEL:
Not even I can believe it.

But no one can quite pinpoint the exact time it happened what with all that was going on.

And above all else, the referee definitely noticed. At least FIVE seconds ago. That's when Diamond Jack Sabbath began his crawl back into the ring, where he hid quietly in the corner, and Kirk Samson began his count.


SIX!

SEVEN!


MARK SANCTION:
Not this way. NOT THIS WAY, DAMMIT!

EIGHT!

NINE!


MARK SANCTION:
No...

TEN!!!!!!!!

DING DING!

"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown starts up again, as DJS drops to his knees. Destroyed. The booing has begun, and the fans in the front row are even throwing shit into the ring now as we see Sabbath's winning smile once more.

MARK SANCTION:
BASTARDS! SMITH JONES GOT SCREWED, DAMMIT! THEY WERE IN THIS TOGETHER! THEY HAD TO BE! SON OF A BITCH!

ROSE:
I don't know if they were, but Razer and Bella Quinn making a huge impact right here tonight.

MATT STEEL:
And what's more? Diamond Jack Sabbath, your illustrious General Manager, has beaten the Lord of the Ring!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh you can shut up as well! Dammit I don't believe this...

Amy, Serena and Raine stand in the middle of the ring around their 'fighting hero'. It's a bittersweet end, and Smith Jones is only now aware, stirring and hearing music that is NOT his.

But all is not lost yet. The Innovator of Anarchy's celebrations are to be short-lived. The now-iconic Sound of Madness is interrupted by the worst words he could possibly hear right now...and the best we, the fans, could ever hear.


Let the Bodies Hit the Floor.

Let the Bodies Hit the Floor.

Let the Bodies Hit the Floor.


ROSE:
Good lord...

Sabbath and his groupies turn to the entrance stage. They're ready. Well, they're not, but they like to think so. The Drowning Pool anthem plays out until...it abruptly stops.

Okay. Whatever. Don't come, then. Sabbath turns around to get the stage hands to prepare his razer-blade confetti he had created especially for his win when suddenly.


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MARK SANCTION:
TEMPEST!

ROSE:
He's here!

Sabbath rolls out of the ring, as Tempest steps up. Smith and Tempy stand side by side, watching as the entire Sabbath Regime, Razer and Bella back up the ramp.

ROSE:
JUSTICE!

MARK SANCTION:
The battlelines have been drawn. The pathway is open. Next stop Legends! Good night everybody!


[FADE OUT]
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Re: [VOTE] Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

Postby Razer » Sat Mar 14, 2015 12:21 pm

This was a fucking nightmare to decide on!

I like how both of you took opposing routes for this match.

Smith Jones' version of events had that wild feeling to it, like everything was on the line and so much more. It was just sheer craziness which made me think back to Tempest and his segment about how lawless the XWA in its current state actually is and how one man (SJ) seems to thrive under it.

DJS's version was more kept to the ring and wrestled out like a classic one vs many, good vs bad affair which had all the right moments of subterfuge and deception from his war party.

Ironically, I would have thought DJS would have been the one to give us a match which truly embodied the wild spirit of the XWA under the Sabbath Regieme :shock:

SJ - The tour bus spot was a little crazy, perhaps kinda uncomfortable... but I'm pretty certain that spot was a popular one in Attitude era WWF so if I say it was over the top, I'm certain someone can link me to youtube footage to say otherwise. Other than that, it was a fantastic series of events. Caught me off guard starting the match backstage too, and the way you had Bella involved, then again at the end was fantastic. The use of Bella and Razer here was an accurate portrayal of characters compared to the way some people have portrayed others characters in their matches recently...

DJS - This reminds me of a match I'd probably write, the way the spots are developed and lead onto the next ones are great and the excellent use of the ringside accompaniment to assist in not so direct ways at times was pretty good too. I also liked the way you brought Bella and Razer into it, and the ending with Tempest coming down to help out, all be it much too late was a nice touch too.

I've re-read this match several times and each time it was always close when I tried to decide, but a decision must be made!

Vote: Smith Jones.

His match just really captured the desperation aspect of this match and whilst it seemed like he got one 'monkey' off his back by getting one over DJS and the powers that be, he's got another still hanging on there, continuing this year of hell he is having... Maybe the Lord of the Ring signet actually is cursed?
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Re: [VOTE] Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

Postby PrinceAlexIII » Sat Mar 14, 2015 2:24 pm

Two entertaining matches, one hard decision.
Smith Jones' match was a really enjoyable one to read.
DJS' did really good, the spots were cool. I loved the RKO from Tempest. The gif is cool. The CRAAAASH is amazing. Loved it.

It's really hard to decide but DJS' edged it. So I give the match to DJS
Really good match by Smitty too, can't ignore that.
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Re: [VOTE] Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

Postby styg » Sun Mar 15, 2015 8:45 am

I'll try to vote today, as long as my net holds / I don't end up sleeping all day. <3
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Re: [VOTE] Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

Postby DJS » Sun Mar 15, 2015 10:51 pm

Needing a tie-breaker on this one, guys!
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Re: [TIE-BREAKER VOTE REQUIRED] Pathway to Destiny: Smith Jones vs. Diamond Jack Sabbath- LAST MAN STANDING!

Postby styg » Mon Mar 16, 2015 4:49 am

Right then. Very close! I liked Smith's writing style more - DJS' seemed rushed this time. But I preferred the pacing and flow of DJS'. I think Smith's went a little too OTT too soon imo. That said, I did like the match starting backstage a lot.

Damn, this is hard.

DJS edges it from me for the structure and how much superhumanly determined he made Smith look, but man is it close.
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