XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Armads vs. Jakob Azazel- ONE ON ONE!

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XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Armads vs. Jakob Azazel- ONE ON ONE!

Postby DJS » Sun Apr 03, 2016 3:04 pm

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One On One!

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Armads vs. Jakob Azazel

We got ourselves a debut on our hands! Armads, a destructive native of Wichita, makes his first appearance on XWA television. But we're not in Kansas anymore, because tonight the six foot six wrestler faces off against Jakob Azazel!

Who will win this one? It could get messy.


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Deadline for matches is 16th April 2016 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
Voting will start at this time and conclude on 30th April 2016 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time.
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Re: XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Armads vs. Jakob Azazel- ONE ON ONE!

Postby wrestlingfan438 » Sat Apr 16, 2016 3:06 am

Hana Ramierez: The following contest is set for one fall!

"Eins.
Zwei
Drei
Vier
Fünf
Sechs
Sieben
Acht
Neun
Aus..."
Rammstein's "Sonne" counts up to ten before the emphatic pulse of the drums begins to boom through the arena. Acting upon the obvious cue, the former citizen of the British Isles emerges from behind the curtain which separates the locker rooms from that of the main arena. He stands on the stage with his arms spread in a "V" above his head, with the palms of his hands facing outward. He basks in the glow of the arena lighting that shines down upon him. Sharply he brings his arms down to his side and locks his focus on the ring, which stands just a few metres away from him down the entrance ramp. He makes his way slowly down from the stage to the main entrance ramp, pausing with each deliberate step before continuing onto the next one. He walks down the walkway with fans on both sides of him cheering and jeering, a couple of them simply trying to lean into the view of the camera then smile and wave at those watching in the comfort of their houses.

Hana Ramierez: Ladies and gentlemen! Making his way to the ring, hailing from Azazelandria, formerly of the United Kingdom... he weighed in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds! The Morningstar... JAAAAKOOOB AAAAZZZZAAAAZZZEEEEEELL!!!!

The Warlock continues his march to the ring. He does half a lap of the ring before jumping up onto the apron and catching on to the top rope with one hand. He pulls himself up to a standing position and turns his body to face out to the crowd and the announce team. The Sunlight Warrior turns his head, his warm stare scanning the arena. Whilst he does this he also unbuttons his black leather duster and flings it open revealing his now on sale for $23 "PRAISE IT" muscle vest, complete with reflective sun motif. Jakob leans back into the ropes and pushes his crotch forward as he raises both his hands to the heavens and once again 'praises the sun'. The Shining Superstar removes his duster and throws it to a ring side assistant before doing the same with the half mask that adorns his face. He enters the ring between the top and middle rope and quickly enters his corner, letting the referee to a quick weapon check before Armads enters the match. The referee for the match checks the wrist tape of Azazel and the boots but finds nothing before demanding to check the pocket of Jakob's sole kneepad. Azazel sighs before raising his leg for the official to examine. The monochromatic arbiter unzips the pocket but finds nothing as Azazel continues to wave at the ringside fans. He begins to rotate his neck and stretch out his arms, eager to get on with tonight's contest.

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Hana Ramierez: Introducing his opponent, from Wichita, Kansas, weighing in at 284 lbs, Armads!
As the music blares through the loudspeaker, Armads walks out the entranceway, clutching his head as if his head hurts. Halfway down the ramp, he falls to his knees and starts trembling. Quickly however, he jumps to his feet and rushes into the ring. He gets some quick stretches in before getting into his stance.
Mark Sanction: Both men looking to get their first win here in XWA.
Matt Steel: Yeah, they’re both similar in one other aspect, the fans cheer them despite them being horrible role models!
Mark Sanction: Will you stop?
DING DING!
With the bell, the two fighters begin by staring at one another. This ends when Jakob gets into position for a test of strength. Armads has a look of confusion, but decides to try it anyway. But before they can lock hands, Jakob quickly stomps on Armads’s toes. With Armads distracted, Jakob hits a snap suplex before applying a headlock. When Armads tries to get up, Jakob responds by hitting a russian leg sweep. Jakob hits a quick leg drop and goes for a pin.
One....
Two..
Kickout
Unable to end the match quickly, Jakob picks up Armads and throws him into a corner. After a few quick kicks to the midsection, Jakob produced a series of playing cards. Before Jakob could start the chops however, Armads grabs his wrist. Now in control, Armads hits a few punches to Jakob’s face before hitting a vicious lariat. Armads then goes to hit a leg drop, but Jakob was able to get out of the way. Seeing his opportunity, Jakob stomps Armads’s leg before applying a figure four leglock. Screeching in pain, Armads is able to grasp the bottom rope, forcing Jakob to release the hold. Jakob goes to grab Armads, but it’s reversed in a flapjack into the top rope. After setting Jakob up in the perfect position, Armads climbs to the second ropes and hits a corner slingshot splash and goes for the pin.
One....
Two...
Kickout
Armads now picks up Jakob, but Jakob quickly grabs Armads and hits a Sun Burn. After a short rest, Jakob climbs up to the top rope. Once he’s perched up, Jakob goes for a Solar Flare, only to land on the knees of Armads. Both competitors slowly get to their feet, with Armads still favoring his right leg. Jakob knows this, and immediately dropkicks that leg. Armads tries to stand, but Jakob chop blocks the bad leg to put him back down. Jakob now applies a Boston Crab to further the damage. The hold doesn’t last long as Armads uses his good leg to throw Jakob off. Jakob runs back to try and keep the momentum in his favor, but Armads just gives a belly to belly suplex. Armads picks Jakob back up to give two more belly to belly suplexes and finishes with a release powerbomb.
One....
Two...
Kickout
Frustrated, Armads grabs Jakob to continue the fight, but Jakob punches him in the bad leg. Now up, Jakob hits his own flapjack on the top rope and follows it up with a boot to the gut. With Armads in position, Jakob hits a leapfrog body guillotine and follows it up with a Mindfuck. With the opponent down, Jakob taunts Armads with a Praise the Sun! and applies a spinning toe hold. Armads is screeching in agony, but is able to reach up and grab Jakob’s hair while punching him. This causes Jakob to release the hold, allowing Armads to hit a Samoan drop. Jakob gets to his feet quickly however, and seizes the opportunity to apply a Bitter Suite. The damage to his leg forces Armads down to one knee, keeping him stuck in this submission. After three minutes of being stuck in this choke, Armads looks to be passed out, forcing the referee to check. Tommy lifts up Armads arm, only for it to fall. He does so again, only for the same result to occur. The third time however, Armads is able to keep the arm up. In a burst of strength, Armads stands up and hits a spinebuster to get out of the hold. Jakob is back up quickly however, refusing to let victory slip past his fingers after being so close. Once Armads is up, Jakob runs, looking for a Deathspell Omega. Armads, in desperation, counters the knee with a bicycle kick with the bad leg. The look of pain is clear on Armads face, but he fights through it, picking Jakob up and grabbing his head in a vice. While Jakob struggles to get out of the hold, Armads hits the Skull Smash.
One....
Two....
Three!
Hana Ramierez: Here’s your winner, Armads!
Armads get to his feet, still favoring his right leg. Tommy raises Armads’s arm, signifying the winner of this bout.
Mark Sanction: Armads able to squeeze out a victory after having his leg damaged through the whole match.
Max Steel: An impressive debut for the maniac, but that was just the beginning. Let’s see how he’s like in a few months.
Armads sees Jakob slowly getting back up. Armads goes up to Jakob and the two look each other in the eyes. Then, Jakob extends a hand, which Armads quickly accepts and the two shake hands. Following this, Jakob quickly exits the ring, letting Armads have his moment of glory.
Mark Sanction: A grand show of sportsmanship by Jakob, giving the respect that he felt Armads deserved.
Max Steel: Bah, what’s respect going to matter, Jakob still lost.
Armads stands in the ring for a few more moments, a look of pure elation on his face as he drinks in the cheers. After that, he exits the ring, limping his way to the back.
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Re: XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Armads vs. Jakob Azazel- ONE ON ONE!

Postby Methylated Spirit » Sun Apr 17, 2016 8:21 pm

The Mexican crowd are abuzz as they await the second match of the evening. Their desire for newbloods has not yet been satiated despite the two debutants of the opening bout; a thirst that management hope to quench in the following match up. The sound system of the Mexico City Arena bursts to life as “Echo” announces the arrival of the first XWA superstar.

Hana Ramierez
Ladies and gentlemen, this is the second match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall!


Armads emerges from the back, taking centre-point on the XWA stage, holding his head as if in severe pain. The crowd are obviously concerned about this wrestler’s health.

Matt Steel
The hell is this?!

Mark Sanction
What do you mean ‘the hell is this?’ This man’s obviously not in a good way and he hasn’t even had his first match here in the XWA yet!

Matt Steel
Exactly. That’s not the calibre of superstar that we should be hiring.


The 6’6” man mountain begins his decent down the entrance ramp, but begins to stumble part way down before eventually collapsing to his knees at the half-way mark. The young man begins to tremble violently. Hana nods to the ringside EMTs to go and check on him as she attempts to continue on as professionally as possible.

Hana Ramierez
Er… introducing first from Wichita, Kansas…

Matt Steel
He’s from Kansas?! This just gets worse and worse.

Hana Ramierez
Weighing in at two hundred and eighty four pounds, making his debut here in XWA… Arrrrmaaads!


The EMT’s cautiously approach the enigma that is Armads. They set down their first aid kit and crouch down to check on him. It is at this point that he explodes to life, sending them fback flat on their asses in shock as he bursts down to the ring in a full blown sprint and slides in underneath the ropes, poor Hana having to quickly move out of the way lest she be taken out by the human hurricane. The muscle man from Wichita is quick to his feet before he grabs the top rope and squats down as he stretches out his lats, awaiting the coming of his very first opponent in his career here in XWA.

"Eins.
Zwei
Drei
Vier
Fünf
Sechs
Sieben
Acht
Neun
Aus..."

Rammstein's "Sonne" counts up to ten before the emphatic pulse of the drums begins to boom through the arena. Acting upon the obvious cue, the former citizen of the British Isles emerges from behind the curtain which separates the locker rooms from that of the main arena. He stands on the stage with his arms spread in a "V" above his head, with the palms of his hands facing outward. He basks in the glow of the arena lighting that shines down upon him. Sharply he brings his arms down to his side and locks his focus on the ring, which stands just a few metres away from him down the entrance ramp.

Matt Steel
And here’s another loser that thought he could make it in this biz. Well let me tell you Jakey boy; you’re never going to achieve anything with such a happy-go-lucky attitude.

Mark Sanction
I wouldn’t say that Matt. Jakob has a mean streak in him, or are you forgetting the brawl that took place with Vladimir Strife after their first match.

Matt Steel
A match that he lost. So he’s a loser. It’s not hard to figure out Mark.


The Magician makes his way slowly down from the stage to the main entrance ramp, pausing with each deliberate step before continuing onto the next one. He walks down the walkway with fans on both sides of him cheering and jeering, a couple of them simply trying to lean into the view of the camera then smile and wave at those watching in the comfort of their houses.

Hana Ramierez
"And the opponent; making his way to the ring, hailing from Azazelandria, formerly of the United Kingdom... he weighed in tonight at two hundred and eighteen pounds! The Morningstar... JAAAAKOOOB AAAAZZZZAAAAZZZEEEEEELL!!!!"


The Warlock continues his march to the ring. He does half a lap of the ring before jumping up onto the apron and catching on to the top rope with one hand. He pulls himself up to a standing position and turns his body to face out to the crowd and the announce team. The Sunlight Warrior turns his head, his warm stare scanning the arena. Whilst he does this he also unbuttons his black leather duster and flings it open revealing his now on sale for $23 "PRAISE IT" muscle vest, complete with reflective sun motif. Jakob leans back into the ropes and pushes his crotch forward as he raises both his hands to the heavens and once again 'praises the sun'. The Shining Superstar removes his duster and throws it to a ring side assistant before doing the same with the half mask that adorns his face. He enters the ring between the top and middle rope and quickly enters his corner, letting the referee to a quick weapon check before starting the contest. The referee for the match checks the wrist tape of Azazel and the boots but finds nothing before demanding to check the pocket of Jakob's sole kneepad. Azazel sighs before raising his leg for the official to examine. The monochromatic arbiter unzips the pocket but finds nothing as Azazel continues to wave at the ring side fans. He begins to rotate his neck and stretch out his arms, eager to get on with tonight's contest.

Mark Sanction
We’re about to set off with the second match of tonight’s stacked card, with both men here looking to secure their first win in this company.

Matt Steel
Well at least there’s that one positive.

Mark Sanction
What are you waffling on about now?

Matt Steel
We’re about to get the go ahead, and the sooner this starts the sooner we can move on from this waste of time and get to watching some real wrestlers compete, not these nobodies.


The bell sounds and the two men are quick to circle one another, getting a feel for their respective opposition. Armads is the first to make an advancing move, dropping to a lowered stance and extending his hand out, offering Azazel a test of strength in the centre of the ring, and act that results in Jakob lowering his guard by placing his hands on his hips and giving a brief, amused smile as he shakes his head; he’s not stupid enough to play that game against a much larger opponent. The Kansas native withdraws and goes back to the circling dynamic, both wrestlers trying to diagnose the weakness in their rival. Eventually Armads bores of this and lunges forward, managing to catch the more experienced Azazel off guard and wrap his arms around the English competitor’s legs before hoisting him up onto his shoulders. Armads rushes forwards and throws himself and his opponent into the turnbuckle, all of Armads weight sandwiching the smaller Jakob between himself and the padded steel. Armads backs away from the cornered warlock and smiles to himself, knowing he managed to get the better of the wrestling wizard. Both men reset back to their default positions, both smiling about the little sequence that took place. Jakob offers his hands out in a show of respect, and offer that Armads gratuitously accepts. This was of course a ploy; the Morning star uses the handshake to pull Armads closer, placing his hand on the back of the big man’s shoulder and throwing him into the ring ropes with an Irish Whip. Jakob follows this through by leaping in the air and shifting his body position, planting the soles of his boots in the chest of the oncoming Armads. Azazel lands on his front but is quick to walk on his knees to his downed foe and hook a leg as he covers him. The zebra-striped official drops to a prime position and begins the count.

[ONE!]

No! Armads (unsurprisingly) forces a shoulder up, a simple dropkick not being enough to see this match reach its closure. Jakob isn’t willing to give up his momentum to immediately clamp his arms around the head of Armads. The inverted side headlock is in fairly tight, but is mainly used as a means for Azazel, the ever calculating Warlock, to plan his next move in the match. It may be this slight distraction that loosens his grip enough to allow Armads to roll over onto his stomach, causing the Shining Superstar to wrench at the head of the Wichita resident and readjust his hold. Armads battles through the grinding motion of Jakob’s forearm across his face and makes it to a standing base. The Sunlight Warrior begins to panic, attempting to flip Armads over onto his back with a headlock takedown but Armads buries his feet in the canvas; he isn’t going anywhere. Amrads wraps his tree trunk arms around the waist of the SunBro and throws himself backwards, launching Azazel up and over himself, the victim of the release belly to back suplex crashes onto the canvas – the momentum of the move carrying Jakob as he rolls back onto his stomach, clutching at the back of his neck. Armads is quick to his feet and lets out a mighty cry and his pectorals dance, the superstar showing off the tight, toned physique for the female (and homosexual I suppose) fans of the sport. He measures his opponent and breaks into a brisk jog as Jakob begins to push himself up off of the canvas. Armads leaves his feet, extending his hand up into the air, he brings it down across the back of Jakob’s neck, perfectly timed with his own descent. The mighty blow buckles Sol Invictus at the knees who collapses to the cold, sweat and spit stained canvas of the XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico ring. Armads mounts the back of the floored Sun worshipper and slips his hand under the chin of the unsuspecting Warlock. With his free arm, Armads delivers multiple forearm blows across the now exposed face of the Brit, all the while cranking back on the chin with his other arm, the pressure of building in the lower back and neck of the exposed Wizard of Wrestling. The flurry of forearms finally subsides, blood trickling from Jakob’s now busted lip down his chin. The blood stains his teeth, and the metallic taste fills his mouth. Jakob spits a diluted pink across the ring mat in an attempt to expel the flavour, but it does little. Azazel uses the back of his hand and wrist to try and wipe away the crimson flow but this process is quickly squandered as Armads places a heavy stomp into the back of The Magician’s head.

Mark Sanction
Armads certainly seems to have a mean streak here tonight.

Matt Steel
Mean streak? He’s hit Jakob a few times. That isn’t a mean streak. A mean streak is slowly and surely picking apart an opponent’s entire being then slowly grinding away the very essence of their soul via painful and meticulous physical and mental torture. Barbed wire, light tubes, fire, steel, splinters weed whackers! That’s a mean streak. This is kisses and cuddles from a stronger than average toddler at this stage.

Mark Sanction
I fear for how your mind actually functions.


The Kansas native grabs a handful of Jakob’s terrible hair and hypes the crowd with his other hand, trying to motivate them to cheer and shout louder; a request they happily abide. Azazel uses this brief moment of respite to his advantage and wraps his legs around that of his foe and topples the big man with a crafty drop toe hold. Armads face hits the mat and he lifts the palm of his hand to his nose to nurse the throbbing pain from the impact whilst the Master of Magic is quick to get to a standing position over his opposition. He places the top of his boot into the ribs of Armads flipping the muscle man over onto his back and exposing his chest; a chest that is soon crushed under the point of Jakob’s falling elbow drop. Azazel rolls backwards into a handstand and then pops himself up onto his feet, standing there with his arms wide as Armads crosses his arms across his chest after having the wind blown out from his lungs. Jakob soaks in the crowd much the same way a holiday maker soaks up the sun on a golden beach. Ah the Sun, the object of the Solar Superstar’s admiration. He measures his opponent, the thought of his Sun Burn scoop brainbuster at the forefront of his mind. His arms are spread wide, his centre of gravity low. He will catch the big man when he stands up. Armads meanwhile, climbs the ropes, pulling himself up to his feet. He turns around only to be scooped up and flipped upside down by the waiting Warlock. Jakob repositions his arm, so it isn’t quite cradling Armads head and attempts to give himself a stronger standing base. This brief delay in positioning on Azazel’s part proves to be costly as Armads shifts his own bodyweight to topple the two hundred and thirty pounder. Armads slides down the back of the Sunlight Warrior and lands on his feet. He pushes the back of Azazel, sending him ricocheting off of the ring ropes and into the waiting arms of the giant. Armads throws Jakob up into the air in a single movement and catches him upon his shoulders, the upper body of Azazel falling back, his head just skimming the canvas as Armads stands there; his legs already shoulder width apart. Armads utilises his impressive might and lifts Jakob up above his head again, before thrusting him back first into the mat with a hard release powerbomb. Armads collapses atop his opposition, hooking a leg as he rolls onto his back. Kirk Samson – the once alleged crooked ref – slides into position and begins his count.

[ONE!]

[TWO!]


The official’s count is interrupted when he notices Jakob’s free foot placed upon the bottom rope.

Mark Sanction
Jakob had the wherewithal to get his foot on the bottom rope to interrupt the referee’s count and save his skin in this match.

Matt Steel
And what if the referee didn’t see it? It’s happened before you know? These ref’s are only human and mistakes are to be expected. A stupid, risky move by Azazel which – fortunately for him – paid off this time.

Mark Sanction
Stupid?! It’s a smart move by young Azazel! He’s saving his energy, it takes a lot less to simply place a foot on the bottom rope than force a two hundred and eighty four mass of muscle like Armads off of you.

Matt Steel
You’re right he probably couldn’t. I mean look at him; the kid’s a weakling.


Armads’ frustrations are starting to become noticeable as he runs his hands down the length of his face, sitting there in the middle of the ring. He looks around the arena at all of the fans in attendance tonight, watching his first match in XWA and smiles. He breaths a single, heavy breath before bringing his thumb across his throat, signalling his plans to end the matchup there and then. He rolls over onto a knee and pushes himself up to his feet. His dazed opponent isn’t as quick nor as graceful bringing himself to a standing base; he’s forced to use the ring ropes as an aid to pull himself to his feet. He stumbles as he groggily turns around to face a waiting Armads to drops into a deep squat as he takes a hold of the wrist of Jakob and tries to Irish whip him into the ropes, but Azazel shifts his own bodyweight and turns the tables, throwing Armads to the rubber wrapped cables. Armads extends an arm out intent on taking the Brightstar’s head clean off on the rebound, though the aforementioned wrestler merely ducks under the clothesline attempt and Armads carries on running into the opposite set of ring ropes, this time however upon his return Jakob merely stands up and holds out his hand whilst yelling out “FREEZE!”. Perhaps from shock, or the magic that allegedly runs through the veins of the Warlock Armads does as commanded; he freezes mid stride in front of the Morningstar. Jakob ceases this opportunity and buries his backfoot into the mat and draws both of his hands back to his side, his palms open and fingers bent. Pushing off of his forefoot, Azazel drives the palms of both of his hands into the chest of Armads whilst screaming out the name of the move and taking the six foot six-er up off his feet with a mighty blow.

Mark Sanction
HADOUKEN!

Matt Steel
A bit dramatic on Armads part don’tcha think?


Armads lands back first on the mat and slides a short distance before coming to a halt just next to the ring ropes. He gasps for breath as he stares up at the arena lights. The aggressor, Jakob Azazel, stands there frozen still in the same position, his arms extended out in front of him, his hands mirrored on top of one another. Slowly, he collapses to a knee having exhausted much of his energy in that Hadouken. His face feels flush, his ears ring. But soon, the ringing begins to fade. Another sound seems to be overpowering it. It’s the echoing sound of the crowd’s admiration. They’re actually cheering the Warlock on. He smiles to himself. He bursts to life from his kneeled position, standing up onto his tip-toes as he extends his arms up above him and Praises the Sun. As Armads begins to stir, Jakob stumbles backwards and leans into the ropes, propelling himself off of them as he swings his knee round in an attempt to take Armads’ head off of his shoulders with the Deathspell Omega but Armads manages to side step it. Confused and somewhat dazed the Morningstar turns around only to feel the clammy grip of Armads’ hand round his face. He takes a hold of the wrist of the purple wearing warrior who by now is cranking up the pressure by squeezing hard on the pressure points. The clamp-like grip of the behemoth is impressive and squeezes out an agonised cry from the Azazelandrian. Armads smiles at this scream, but does not take the time to relish the moment, instead electing to put this to rest. He sticks his leg out in front of him before rapidly swinging it back and sweeping the legs out from under the one and oh superstar, smashing the back of the skull down onto the mat with a move he calls the Skull Smash.

Mark Sanction
That’s gotta be it! A clawhold STO, Azazel’s got to be unconscious.

Matt Steel
Like I said; he’s a loser. No surprise.


Armads keeps his grip on the face of the laid out Azazel, a hand placed on his own knee for stability as waits for the striped arbiter to start the count.

[ONE]

[TWO!]

[THRE-]


Mark Sanction
What the hell?


The count is broken up by a large XWA fan with dreadlocks. This mystery man hopped the barrier and dragged Samson out of the ring before throwing him back first into the ringside barrier. The commentators are confused. The fans are confused. But most of all; Armads is confused. There was the three count. He should be having his hand raised in victory by now. Something doesn’t add up. Cautiously he pushes himself up and turns around, locking eyes with this dreadlocked fan. The fan in question smiles, raising his hands up in front of his face and miming with his fingers for Armads to come and get some. Whilst distracted, an even bigger, bearded fan jumps the barrier from behind Armads and slides into the ring brandishing a steel chair he picked up from next to the announce table. The sound of steel meeting flesh fills the arena as the bearded man cracks the distracted Armads in the back of the head with the steel chair. He towers over him and smiles as the dreadlocked man slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and pulls Jakob up to his feet. The Warlock grins. He signals to the ringside staff to hand him a microphone and they oblige. Jakob climbs to the second turnbuckle and perches himself on the top one, breathing heavily into the microphone and spurting the blood from his bust lip he addresses the crowd.

Jakob Azazel
Look at him.


Jakob points to the downed Armads, who is now holding the back of his head where the bearded man wrapped a steel chair round it.

Jakob Azazel
I SAID LOOK AT HIM! That’s what happens when you follow the rules and live your life to appease others. That’s what happens when you live your life like I did.


Armads pushes himself up so his head is off of the mat and begins to crawl towards the ring ropes.

Jakob Azazel
Er… Chris, Jesse. Do you mind?


The two, now named, men begin to stomp the Armads into the canvas, ceasing his advance to the ropes. The bearded one that Jakob seemed to address as Chris picks Armads up from the floor via two hands of hair. He holds him still as the other gentleman that was named as Jesse runs into the ring ropes. Upon his return he drops the point of his elbow into the top of Armads skull with a violent bionic elbow. Armads body goes limp and he falls forward, only to be caught by the man that just struck him. Jesse holds Armads up by the hair once again as Chris takes a couple of steps back. The bearded man takes a step forward and pivots on his heel, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees around before planting the sole of his boot right into the face of Armads who hits the canvas with a heavy thud.

Jakob Azazel
Thanks. Now as I was saying… It isn’t natural to live your life for others, no one actually feels that way. We do this because that’s what we are told we should do. But what we know is true is the exact opposite. We know we should indulge in all the things that we want to indulge in. We should do whatever the hell it is that makes us happy, all of our carnal desires are desires for a reason. It’s not a test of faith or restraint; it’s a natural feeling. A feeling we are meant to fulfil. I know this, Chris knows this and Jesse knows this. Poor Armads however, doesn’t. And he’s not the only one that doesn’t. Nearly every single one of you here don’t know the truth. And that’s why I’m here. To help you. To guide you. To lead you into temptation and deliver you to not evil; but ecstasy. Sol Invictus is over. The Unconquerable Sun has been conquered. You can mark this as a new day, the Sun that once shone so brightly over XWA has finally set and now the age of the dark is to begin anew. The age of indulgence. The age of satisfaction. The age of Azazel.


The crowd begin to boo at this new attitude of Azazel, a response that is returned by the raising of a middle finger courtesy of Jakob. He once again raises the microphone to his mouth.

Jakob Azazel
Now get him to his feet boys.


Jakob casts the mike aside, the impact of it hitting the padded flooring still audible. He stands upright on the second turnbuckle as Jesse and Chris grab an arm each of Armads and lift him up. They drag him along the mat, closer to the waiting Azazel. Chris lifts Armads’ head up to face Jakob who gives him the middle finger with both of his hands before he leaps off of the middle buckle and drives the point of his knee into the face of the already badly beaten Kansas native. He is propelled from the clutches of the large duo by the strike and lands starfished in the centre of the squared circle with the two men at either side of his feet. Jakob points at both men separately, instructing them both to get the hell out of there but not before throwing the referee back into the ring. Chris follows the latter instruction by throwing Kirk Samson back into the ring under the bottom rope before he and Jesse hop the barrier and make their way out of the arena rather sharply. Jakob hooks a leg and desperately waves for the newly awoken ref to make his way over for the cover. Kirk Samson slowly drags himself over to the two min and obviously groggy he makes the count.

[ONE!]
Mark Sanction
No! NO! NOT THIS WAY REF! NOT THIS WAY!

Matt Steel
Shut up Mark, Jakob manned up and now he’s going to be a winner. He’s right to change his attitude.

[TWO!]
Mark Sanction
NO! ARMADS HAD IT WON! IF THOSE TWO MEN DIDN’T GET INVOLVED…

Matt Steel
I didn’t hear no bell, so he didn’t have it won. He had him covered; yeah. But not won.

[THREE!]
Matt Steel
He did it! I take back what I said earlier… Jakob knows how to get things done.

Mark Sanction
This is a travesty! This is unjust! This… this is…

Matt Steel
Reality. Jakob’s got his first win because he got smart and got himself some back up.


The bell rings signalling the end of the bout and the referee collapses to the mat as Jakob sits up and raises an arm in victory whilst holding the back of his head in pain. Hana Ramierez rises from her seat and shakes her head as she brings the microphone to her lips.

Hana Ramierez
Here is your winner, by pinfall... Jakob Aaazzaaazeeelll!


Hana takes her seat again and crosses one leg over the other, her dress slightly riding up and revealing more of her tanned legs. The Morningstar is quick to roll out from under the bottom rope and sit on the apron for a while, still holding the back of his head and neck. He drops from the apron and raises a hand of victory into the air, a symbol that soon turns into the middle finger as the chorus of boos and jeers overcomes the Mexico City Arena. The scene fades to black as Jakob exits to the back, Armads still in the middle of the ring, yet to stir.
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Re: XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Armads vs. Jakob Azazel- ONE ON ONE!

Postby Slut (✿ ◕‿◕) » Tue Apr 19, 2016 4:51 pm

Fun read! I vote for Jakob Azazel, I enjoyed his post more. Armad I liked your match too, I just thought it ended too prematurely.
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Re: [VOTE] XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Armads vs. Jakob Azazel- ONE ON ONE!

Postby Michael Swift » Tue Apr 26, 2016 11:47 am

Armads: There is some solid stuff here, a lot of good foundation for growth. However, it is just that, foundation. As it stands, it is both too short, and feels incredibly "listy". Part of that is the incredibly fast pacing(which an overfocus on is a problem of my writing as well), part is the lack of commentary breaking up segments of the match, part is the lack of crowd reactions, and part is the lack of description in the writing. If you focus on improving this, the length thing shouldn't be a problem anymore.
Rating: 1 out of 5 stars. It is just very unrefined.
[Jakob: I really like the character you were able to get out of Armads. Furthermore, the core of the match was very well executed, and I am a big fan of the descriptions. Really liked the Hadoken spot. However, beyond that, the rest of the spots weren't really anything special. Otherwise the match was just well done in terms of the fundamentals.
The segment for the finish I feel could have been a lot more melodramatic. I wanted more of the playing around with punctuation and capitalization. The whole latter part of the speech felt dry to me because of it. It doesn't ruin the match or the turn, but I feel it could have been a lot more too.
Rating: 3.5 stars out of 5.
Winner: Jakob
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Re: [VOTE] XWA Once Upon a Time in Mexico: Armads vs. Jakob Azazel- ONE ON ONE!

Postby DJS » Sun May 01, 2016 10:27 am

Armads:
Always nice to see someone new around the place! I don't know if you've done this before anywhere else, but I do realise match-writing can be a bit off-putting to some, so good for you for choosing this place. I will be honest now, there were a few things I thought- it was a bit short, which is fine. I remember my first match here was quite short too. But with it being so short, I felt like there wasn't nearly enough time to sort of let everything breathe. Not even several sentences after the second entrance, there's a near fall with little rhyme or reason. Things just happen. When I read your match, I want to hear your story. Give me a glimpse of what's going on in Armad and Jakob's heads. Why are they doing what they're doing? We have the opportunity to create something potentially more intriguing than what we get on television, because we get that extra dimension. Tell me who Armads is without me having to go and look at his profile.

Jakob:
Your description is impeccable. I know that's been mentioned, but I had to make that very, very clear. There were things I saw in this match that I've never seen anyone do- the "Freeze" spot for example. I do think formatting needs a fix for next time- eg. Mark Sanction is neigh-unreadable until I highlight his lines. What I will say is I wouldn't have had the promo during the match. As odd as it may sound, I'd have had Azazel's minions attack Armads, then Azazel's finish and then the "Age of Azazel" heel turn promo. I just feel it's a bit silly for Jakob to grab a mic, have a chat with the fans and then go back to him, while Armads- as much of a newbie as he may be- just sort of lies there and lets him. If I'm new, I feel like if I'm gonna get any sort of spotlight back on myself, it would be interrupting this guy's evil tirade. They've all turned their back on him, I know he's been kicked in the face, but he must have some fight left in him. With all of that said, I did like the turn, I like the idea of where this is going and I think you pulled off the actual act of the turn very well. I'd like to see some Azazel promos now, though. A heel turn is the best way to flesh out your character. I wanna see you at your dastardly best next month. Sell to me why he's a great heel. Make me want[i/i] him to lose.

My vote:
Jakob Azazel- Ecstacy not evil, guys.
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