XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

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XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby Razer » Sun Jun 19, 2016 4:44 pm

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Mark Storey vs. The Tarmogoyf

IMPORTANT: Dates and Deadlines for Tournament Matches:
FIRST ROUND Deadline: 19th June 2016 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time (voting will then begin and end when Round Two begins)
SECOND ROUND Begins: 26th June 2016
SECOND ROUND Deadline: 5th July 2016 at 11:59 Eastern Standard Time
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Re: XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby Storey » Sun Jun 19, 2016 8:53 pm

[Note: GrowGoyfGrow has posted a thread for XWA: On A Pole today where his character was introduced and had a series of matches. Since today is the deadline day and my post was written in time for the deadline, the information in that post is not taken into account here. Therefore this post was written in an alternate timeline (:P) where The Tarmogoyf was yet to debut, this being his first XWA match. Thanks! Good luck GrowGoyfGrow :)]

16 competitors in the XWA Lord of the Ring provides us with a stacked show consisting of huge superstars, returns and debuts. So far three participants have confirmed their place in round two leading us to the halfway point in this round! The lights cut to complete blackness and the first chord from "The Rains of Castamere" is strummed. Acting as precursor, our next competitor graces us with his presence by walking into a single golden spotlight shining down on the centre of the stage. The gold light drapes the man as he stands staring at the ceiling above, with his arms outstretched. His head falls allowing him to stare towards the ring and directly into the camera as the lights change, illuminating the arena but leaving the single golden spotlight still shining on him. Seeing him clearly, Mark Storey has entered the XWA Battlezone. The returning superstar, announced on Twitter and the XWA website last week starts to walk towards the ring to a somewhat mixed reaction.

Hana Ramierez: “Introducing first, residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, he is the Naturallll…Mark! Stoooorrrrreeeeyyyyy!”

As cheers for his return meet boos for his attitude, Mark ignores those in the aisle seats as he makes his way to the ring dressed in his simple black trunks, knee pads and boots, as well as his leather jacket, which is unzipped and open to allow his Million Dollar Championship glow obnoxiously. A confusing sight for those in attendance as such a championship does not exist in this XWA. Instead, it is a relic from a now closed XWA, which would afford Mark the exact same luxuries as winning the Lord of the Ring tournament. On three separate occasions Mark has been victorious in a tournament granting him a World Championship match of his choosing, and two of those opportunities have been stolen from him due to company closure.

Mark Sanction: “This is the return of Mark Storey, Matt. He’s a 10-time World Champion and a former Television Champion here at XWA. He is dangerous and innovative in a regular state of mind, and with the closure of his former promotion where he was promised, essentially what this tournament promises him, you best believe that he is in this to win it.”

Matt Steel: “I mightn’t know Storey, but you can’t argue with his accomplishments in the wrestling world. That being said, I’m not writing his opponent off by any means, just wait until you see him..”

Reaching the ring, ignoring the crowd on the way, Mark simply rolls underneath the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring. The same lighting change happens again as the arena falls to darkness, except for a single golden spotlight. Mark holds his arms out once more before removing his jacket and belt. The lights return to their regular setting as he makes his way to a corner, placing his things underneath the bottom rope. The lights fall to darkness once more as the eerie sounds of “Mr. Crowley” by Ozzy Osbourne fills the arena beckoning a man of Dominican descent, known as “The Confidant”, to make his way onto the stage with a microphone.

Matt Steel: “Here we are. Welcome the Man Monster of the XWA.”

The fedora and sunglasses wearing Bob throws his head back and speaks into the microphone.

Bob, The Confidant: “Introducing, standing 6' 6" and weighing in at 295 pounds! Being accompanied to the ring by ...yours truly, ha ha ha...and hailing from The Verdant Catacombs… THHHEEEE TAAAARRRRMMMMOOOGGOOOYYYYYFFFFF!”

A slow lift elevator platform rises from beneath the stage revealing Mark’s opponent. A sharp flash of green illuminates the figure, the camera zooming in on his masked face as he rises up, next showing his huge frame. The Tarmogoyf. Being revealed like a boss in a video game, the mysterious debuting man looks around him, settling on his translator, Bob. “The Confidant” points to the ring and the brute’s first opponent before balling his fist. The Tarmogoyf slowly nods and they walk down the ramp. Taking his place at ringside, “The Confidant” leaves The Tarmogoyf’s side, allowing the monster of a man to enter the ring, shaking the ropes as he does so in an attempt to intimidate Mark. The smaller superstar retains his stance in the corner, warming up slightly as The Tarmogoyf turns and points to “The Confidant”, who falls to one knee as if he was presenting an offering. The Tarmogoyf points at this gesture before pointing to the ceiling above whilst the music fades and lights return to normal, the cameras showing Mark’s face, laden with a perplexed look.

Matt Steel: “I told you. Look at this thing, he looks as if he’s been subject to gamma radiation.”

Mark Sanction: “I would say he hasn’t, but I literally know nothing about this man. Storey is innovative, be he’ll really need to think on the spot for this one.”

The bell rings and The Tarmogoyf bursts to life, sprinting at Mark with a huge forearm, driving him backwards and into the ring corner! Strike after strike, The Tarmogoyf plants his huge arm across Mark’s chest beating him like a drum. Mark yo-yos between the turnbuckles and the impact of The Tarmogoyf’s Repeated Clotheslines before being gifted a break, where he immediately falls to his knees then goes limp. The large man from the Verdant Catacombs pushes Mark onto his back using his foot, then places his sole on Mark’s chest, shooting a glare at the referee Kirk Samson as he does so. Samson drives to the mat to count the pin attempt, awarding The Tarmogoyf a count of one as Mark forces his shoulder off of the mat. Unable to pick up a quick victory, The Tarmogoyf pulls Mark from where he lies to his feet and then up and draped over his shoulder. “The Natural” comes to and realises where he is, reaching out to grab the ropes. Being just too far from them, Mark switches his tactic and begins to drive his right elbow into the shoulder blade and back of The Tarmogoyf’s neck-area. This process fruitless however as the six foot six superstar runs across the ring and once again thrusts Mark into the turnbuckles and corner on the opposite side of the ring. A change of scenery but not of comfort as Mark falls to his knees following the collision. Unlike before, Mark is spared the chance to lay on the mat as the “man monster” wraps his large hands around both sides of Mark’s neck and Blatantly begins to Choke him from behind! The crowd immediately boo as the official tries to pry The Tarmogoyf’s hands from Mark’s throat. Bob, “The Confidant” lets out a quick yell and The Tarmogoyf complies, freeing Mark who has now turned into the hero of the match in the eyes of the viewers.

Mark Sanction: “That is uncalled for! Chokes like that surely aren’t allowed?!”

Matt Steel: “He’s foreign, he doesn’t know any better. Besides, he’d probably crush Mark’s neck just by picking him up with one hand, he’s a monster!”

The 300-pound masked superstar looks down at the smaller 215-pound Mark, clamps his arms around Mark’s waist and subsequently hauls Storey up and flips him over sending him crashing hard into the centre of the ring with a huge Deadlift Gutwretch Suplex! Mark rolls upon impact, inadvertently reaching the ropes. Ever the opportunist, “The Destined Deity” takes this advantage and rolls underneath the bottom rope, getting to his feet on the outside of the ring. Getting to a stance, The Tarmogoyf spots Mark on the outside and immediately walks towards the ropes. He steps over the top rope, exerting his sheer size and then steps down behind a recovering Mark. Feeling a harsh pull on his shoulder, Storey turns on the spot and receives a punch to the stomach for his troubles. Doubling over and flailing his arms, Mark unintentionally provides The Tarmogoyf with an opportunity as his six foot six opponent grabs his arm and ducks underneath it. With his arm stretched to the limit over The Tarmogoyf shoulder, Mark is pulled towards the steel ring post. With a Shoulder Toss in his immediate future, Storey frantically starts to elbow The Tarmogoyf’s lower back with his free left arm, sending sharp pains into the still-human monster’s kidneys! Forced to let go of Mark’s arm, The Tarmogoyf grasps his lower back to try to absorb the discomfort. Shifting all of his weight, Mark pushes The Tarmogoyf hard, sending his foe straight into the steel ring post! Averting his intended destiny and repurposing it for The Tarmogoyf, Mark watches as The Tarmogoyf begins to turn around. Mark shakes his head as if he cannot believe that The Tarmogoyf is this quick to stir. After taking a few steps backwards, Mark waits until The Tarmogoyf has completely turned around only to dash towards him, leap into the air with his knees extended and smash into the behemoth with Kneeded Assistance! The Tarmogoyf slams backwards into the steel ring post as Mark falls to the ground after his double knee attack to the chest. Staring up at his opponent from the floor, Mark waits for The Tarmogoyf to topple or fall to a knee but no such outcome presents itself. The camera zooms in on Mark’s face, his eyes wider than ever, it being clear that, despite only being six inches taller than Mark, The Tarmogoyf is more than just bigger than him.

Mark Sanction: “OH MY! He still has not fallen!”

Matt Steel: “Maybe my comparison to the Hulk was the wrong superhero, this guy must have an adamantium skeleton.”

His surprised look turns to one of determination as “The Elite of Elites” pushes himself off of the floor and heads into the ring. After rolling in, Storey stands and immediately exits to the apron again, conveniently breaking the referees count of five. Mark stands on the apron at the opposite end from The Tarmogoyf and wasting little time he runs before jumping towards the man-creature once again colliding knee-first into The Tarmogoyf’s chest with Kneeded Assistance, this time knocking him off of his feet! The crowd yell and cheer as “The Confidant” snatches his sunglasses from his face and falls to his knees. He yells something in Spanish as the cameras zoom in on his face. We then cut back to Storey he uses the side of the ring to pull himself up and roll back into the ring. Content with a count out victory, Mark points at his downed adversary and shouts at the referee to continue his count, now at three. Frantic and jumping, Mark shouts at the referee to hurry as already The Tarmogoyf is stirring, propping himself up just before the fifth count. “FUCKING COME ON!!” yells Mark, as The Tarmogoyf gets to one knee before pushing himself to a stance. A little groggy, The Tarmogoyf ducks underneath the bottom rope, with “The Confidant” willing him on. Accepting that he will not gain a victory at this point, “The Idol” immediately drives his foot down on The Tarmogoyf’s head, shoulders, back and anything else he can target in an attempt weaken the competitor further. Almost unfazed, The Tarmogoyf gets to a knee and once again to his feet, meeting Mark eye to chest, so to speak. Instantly The Tarmogoyf overpowers Mark, grabbing him by the side of his neck/top of his trapezii and hoisting him into the air! The man-monster takes a few steps into the middle of the ring and throws Storey down into the centre of the canvas with a huge Choke Bomb!

Matt Steel: “Storey almost ricocheted into the ozone with that Choke Bomb, Sanction! Goro’s power is intense!”

Mark Sanction: “Goro?”

Matt Steel: “Well I can’t fucking pronounce his name? What do you want me to say?”

Sitting up from the impact, Mark is not pushed down for a pin attempt by The Tarmogoyf, but instead the leviathan stoops behind Mark’s back and starts to batter Mark’s chest from above with his club-like arms. Lighting Mark’s chest up, The Tarmogoyf then hooks his arm underneath one of Mark’s and pulls “The Natural” up to his feet in a Half Nelson. Mark struggles as the two men back towards the corner. Suddenly The Tarmogoyf spins around so that his back is now to the centre of the ring and yanks Mark off of his feet and into the air, flinging him over himself with a Half Nelson Suplex! The attempt is foiled as Mark lands on his feet, making a distinctly different sound than The Tarmogoyf was expecting, beckoning the man-monster to turn around not once, but twice as he uses all of his momentum for a Discus Lariat! VAGARY! An unexpected change in a situation is exactly what happened as The Tarmogoyf is stunned from Mark’s huge surprise Superkick! The six-foot six masked superstar stands dazed, leaving Mark shaking his head and with no other option but to take the same course of action as earlier: repeat. Mark side steps before connecting his outstretched leg and boot across The Tarmogoyf’s face. Vagary. This time The Tarmogoyf, like that famous Silent Night chorus, falls to his knees! The 10-time World Champion raises his hands to either side of his mouth as he walks away, turning his back on The Tarmogoyf in disbelief. Without any fanfare, Mark snaps and plants the sole of his foot across the very same spot of The Tarmogoyf’s face with another Vagary superkick. The signature manoeuvre, now repeated three times, finally knocks The Tarmogoyf backwards to the canvas as Mark grabs his leg as he falls, adorned in cheers from the crowd for taking down the creature. Kirk Samson gets down on the mat as “The Confidant” yells from the outside of the ring, to count Mark’s first pin attempt! ONE! TW-ABRUPT DECAY! What an apt name as Mark is abruptly pulled into a Triangle Choke/Hell’s Gate submission, one of The Tarmogoyf’s finishers!

Matt Steel: “That’s right! This beast instinctively, without fail, locks his opponent in this deadly submission whenever he finds himself in a pinning predicament for the first time in a match. Good luck Storey, it’s all over now!”

Mark Sanction: “How do you know all of this?! This thing is so hard to get information on. He’s took so many shots to the head that I’m seriously questioning as to whether he is human! I’m not sure Storey will progress in this tournament.”

In a panic Mark reaches out with his spare arm, finding it unfortunately in an equal distance to two sets of ropes as he palms around in a corner. He tries to punch The Tarmogoyf’s side, but the hold is too tight, forcing him to go back to try to reach one of the bottom ropes near the corner of the ring. He stretches out and his hand feels something leathery. Thinking it’s the rope he grabs it, only to find out it is his jacket from earlier, his Million Dollar Championship resting atop. “OYE! OYE! HEY!” yells “The Confidant” who rushes to the scene and grabs Mark’s championship belt, as well as the attention of the referee. “MY FMUCKINHG TITLEH!” shouts Mark, muffled by the constraint of The Tarmogoyf’s legs, as he flails his free arm for the referee to confiscate his belt from Bob. “HE WAS ABOUT TO CHEAT WITH THIS!” complains “The Confidant” to the referee who demands he return the title to its place. Meanwhile, with the referee completely distracted, Mark pulls his free arm in towards his stomach and thrusts it right into the centre of The Tarmogoyf’s groin, proving quite quickly that he is indeed human. The Tarmogoyf winces and frees Mark to tend to his violated area. Mark covers his actions up by immediately hooking the leg as the referee turns back to the action. ONE! TWO! THR-NO! At the absolute last moment, The Tarmogoyf is able to get his shoulder off of the mat, breaking the count.

Mark Sanction: “God I thought Mark cheated his way to a victory there for sure!”

Matt Steel: “That thing has bigger balls than you and your sister combined, Sanction!”

Mark Sanction: “Wha-“

Matt Steel: “Shut the fuck up Sanction or I’ll make you need a wheelchair for your arms too!”

Once again the camera zooms into a wide-eyed Storey who has no choice but to rain down on The Tarmogoyf’s head with a series of punches. This only infuriates The Tarmogoyf, who Mark tries to subdue with a stomp to the face. Bad move. Enraged, The Tarmogoyf forces himself up to a stance and connects with a huge Kneelift to Mark’s gut! Doubled over, Mark is then subject to a front head chancery, which allows The Tarmogoyf to club Mark’s back with his forearms, deciding on his next move. Focused on surviving, Mark places his foot on the inside of The Tarmogoyf’s leg and drags it down with force, finishing off with a huge stomp on The Tarmogoyf’s foot. The unorthodox attack of a searing grind and then sharp pain is enough to distract The Tarmogoyf for a second, allowing Mark to jolt up and catch The Tarmogoyf’s side of the head with a jarring and stinging enziguri! Landing on the mat, Mark rolls and rolls, exiting under the bottom of the rope and immediately walks towards the commentary booth. He lifts a spare microphone, pushing Sanction’s notes off of the table and knocking down Steel’s bottle of water purposefully as his does so. The camera shows Mark as he glares back into the ring, The Tarmogoyf on spaghetti legs with “The Confidant” willing him to stand his ground. The repeated head shots clearly getting to The Tarmogoyf forces him to fall over which Mark broadcasts to the world by screaming “TIIIIMMMMMMBBBEEEERRRRRRRR!” over commentary. The crowd cheer for their unlikely hero as The Tarmogoyf crashes to the canvas.

Matt Steel: “I hope he fucking rips you apart you little prick. You knocked over my fucking wat-“

Mark Storey: “You hope who rips me apart? That fucking…THING in the ring? His effect doesn’t apply to me! His power is equal to the number of card types among cards in all graveyards and his toughness is equal to that plus one? Get the fuck outta here with that! I don’t care if he’s one of the most expensive cards in the game!”

Mark drops his headset and runs towards the ring and his face-down opponent.

Matt Steel: “What the fuck what that about?”

Mark Sanction: “He knocked over my notes too..”

Following Mark’s foray into XWA Commentary with an obscure Magic The Gathering reference, he’s immediately back to business, approaching The Tarmogoyf’s body and not pinning, but instead laying down beside him. “The Imperator of Innovation” wraps his right arm around The Tarmogoyf’s neck before doing the same with his left leg, attempting to lock in a Koji Clutch he calls Izanagi! The moment the submission is applied however, the man-monster from The Verdant Catacombs comes to life and scoops Mark with his free arm and hefting the 10-time World Champion up as he stands before sending him straight down to the match with a powerbomb! Mark arches his back in an attempt to assimilate the hurt, which allows The Tarmogoyf to scoop him up once more and throwing him belly-first over his shoulder, spinning him in the process. With both competitors now facing the same way, The Tarmogoyf paces over to the nearest corner and drops Mark face-first onto the top turnbuckle! Snake Eyes! Mark bounces off of the turnbuckle and turns in a daze, hanging himself over the two top ropes in the corner. “The Confidant” gloats filling The Tarmogoyf’s head with confidence, enough to turn his back on Storey and hold on solidary arm up in dominance. “DEATHRITE CHOKE!” yells “The Condidant”, calling for The Tarmogoyf’s foot corner choke signature move. The Tarmogoyf runs his finger across his neck signalling Mark’s fate. Before he can pivot back to Mark, “The Idol”, out of desperation, climbs the bottom rope, so allow him enough of a height to spring up and onto The Tarmogoyf’s back! Attempting a sleeper hold, Mark realises he has little time before The Tarmogoyf overpowers him, even in his weakened state. Then, in a flash of ingenuity, Mark pries his fingers underneath The Tarmogoyf’s mask and twists it before hopping off of the beast!

Matt Steel: “What the hell is that British bastard doing now?”

Mark Sanction: “He’s temporarily blinded him!”

Feverish, Mark looks around before settling on the ropes opposite the unsighted Tarmogoyf which he makes a beeline for. Mark jumps onto the ropes and uses them to springboard himself back towards his foe in a spinning motion, connecting with a huge Springboard Uppercut! The Hypersonic Collision, another clear head shot, downs The Tarmogoyf first time, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Instead of pinning, Mark grabs The Tarmogoyf’s head, still with the twist mask and pulls him towards a corner. Mark stops and looks up at the turnbuckle as the crowd cheer his actions. Oddly he shakes his head and pulls The Tarmogoyf closer and closer to the ropes before falling to the mat and rolling under the rope, exiting to the outside. Immediately he is flanked by “The Confidant” but a threat of violence from Storey is enough to back him back up. Mark then uses what strength he has to pull The Tarmogoyf by the head, slightly underneath the bottom rope, causing his head to hand over the ring apron. Taking a break at the referee’s count of two, Mark rubs his biceps before holding The Tarmogoyf’s head once again. This time, instead of pulling The Tarmogoyf out of the ring, Mark begins to run, driving his foe’s head hard into the steel ring post! “The Confidant” screams as all he can do is watch and Mark exerts more and more energy, dragging The Tarmogoyf’s skull back and then forcing it back into the steel! Avoiding a potential countout of disqualification, Mark returns to the ring at six and then urgently climbs the turnbuckle. Once atop, “The Natural” swipes both of his arms, signalling the end before springing off and crashing down on The Tarmogoyf’s covered face and exposed chest with his finishing Double Stomp, Descended Upon Thee! The crowd start to cheer as Mark crashes to the floor below. Clearing his head, Mark wastes little time before pushing The Tarmogoyf’s overhanging head back into the ring, following his body and finally covering him, exhausted. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Hana Ramierez: “Your winner of this match, advancing to the next round of the Lord of the Ring tournament, MARK! STOORRREEEYYYY!”

Mark Sanction: “I didn’t think he could beat our newest superstar, but somehow he did it.”

Matt Steel: “Fuck him. He’s out in the next round, mark my words.”

The referee raises Mark’s hand as he lays on the mat beside The Tarmogoyf, propping himself up but exhausted. Storey then rolls and exits the ring, grabbing his unsanctioned Million Dollar Championship in the process. Holding it tight like a newborn, Mark backs up onto the ramp with “The Rains of Castamere” signalling his victory whilst “The Confidant” fixes The Tarmogoyf’s mask and tries to calm the enraged man-creature.
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Re: XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby Johnny Coolbreeze » Sun Jun 19, 2016 10:50 pm

XWA Lord of the Ring
Round One Qualifier

Mark Storey vs The Tarmogoyf
Hana Ramierez: The following contest is a first round qualifier for the XWA Lord of the Ring tournament, for a future shot at the XWA Supreme Championship at any time, any place, for the next year! Introducing first, now residing in Las Vegas, NV, standing six foot even, he weighed in this morning at two-hundred and fifteen pounds! This is 'The Imperator of Innovation'...MARK!! STOREY!!!;

The arena falls to darkness as the first chord of "The Rains of Castamere" is strummed, acting as precursor to a single golden spotlight shining down on the centre of the stage. The gold light drapes a figure, a man that stands staring at the ceiling above, with his arms outstretched. His head falls allowing him to stare towards the ring as the lights change, illuminating the arena but leaving the single golden spotlight still shining on him. Seeing him clearly, Mark Storey starts to walk towards the ring, dressed in his simple black trunks, knee pads and boots, as well as his leather jacket, which is unzipped and open to allow his Million Dollar Championship glow obnoxiously. Reaching the ring, ignoring the crowd on the way, he simply rolls underneath the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring. The same lighting change happens again as the arena falls to darkness, except for a single golden spotlight. Mark holds his arms out once more before removing his jacket and belt. The lights return to their regular setting as he makes his way to a corner, placing his things underneath the bottom rope.

Tthe lights go pitch black as the slow, brooding organ of Ozzy Osbourne's "Mr. Crowley" starts up. Slowly, a green laser light begins to strobe around the stage, as a man of Dominican descent – the Confidant – walks out with a mic and a fedora pulled down over his sunglass-laden eyes. Once at the centre of the stage, the man stops, suddenly throwing his head back, his face now in plain sight to see. He brings mic to his lips just as the lyrics start...

~Mr Crowley, what went on in your head?
Oh Mr Crowley, did you talk with the dead?
Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic...with the thrill of it all...~


Bob, The Confidant: Introducing, standing six feet, and six inches tall he weighs in at two-hundred-ninety-five pounds! Being accompanied to the ring by ...your's truly, ha ha ha...and hailing from The Verdant Catacombs.........

~You fooled all the people with magic;
Yeah you waited on Satan's call.~


Bob, The Confidant: THHHEEEE TAAAARRRRMMMMOOOGGOOOYYYYYFFFFF!!!!

Suddenly, a slow lift elevator platform begins to rise from under the stage, once it peaks the cameras zoom in and a bright flash of green finally illuminates the figure - the hulking, brooding monster of a man - known only as The Tarmogoyf. The man-creature looks around, before finally resting his eyes on his translator, who points to the ring, slowly balling his fist as if to say "crush". The man creature gives a slow nod, followed by a brooding walk to the ring as the guitar solo goes on... 

~Approaching a time that is classic.
I hear that maidens call.
Approaching a time that is drastic.
Standing with their backs to the wall.~


Bob remains ringside as the man monster takes it upon himself to enter the ring. He grabs the ropes, violently shaking them once there, before making his way to the centre of the ring where he turns and points to The Confidant. Bob in turn drops to a knee, as if presenting the creature with some sort of offering. The Tarmogoyf points at the "offering", and then up to the ceiling as the music fades, lights returning to normal.

Referee Kirk Samson calls for the bell to get this qualifying match underway!

Mark Sanction: We're here, fresh off XWA: On a Pole, where we saw both the return of Mark Storey –

Matt Steel: ...and the debut of, what can only be described as the man-monster, The Tarmogoyf! A monster of a man who wrestled not one, not two, but THREE matches!

Mark Sanction: I'm just excited because this is a completely fresh match up for the XWA!

Matt Steel: And the first real test for The Tarmogoyf – who better to test against, than an XWA mainstay like Mark Storey?

Mark Sanction: Right you are. However I worry about Mark here. He's giving up eighty pounds and a half foot in size – that's a LOT of size advantage to give up.

The two approach, with the Goyf using his reach advantage to grab at Mark, but Mark slips around behind him, kicking at the man monster's calves. A second kick causes the Goyf to lurch forward, before leaning back with an elbow to the face of Mark. Mark stumbles back while The Tarmogoyf turns around, with Mark springing forward to bury his fist into the Goyf's chin with a european uppercut! The impact sends the monster back, to which Mark responds by closing the gap – right into a one-eighty degree belly-to-belly suplex, planting Mark Storey on the mat! The Tarmogoyf drops down for a quick cover, as referee Kirk Samson follows suit to count;

1!

2 – kick out by Mark!

Sanction: Mark got over-zealous and found himself lured into the monster's trap!

Steel: He looked to have his foot on the gas pedal with those strikes too. The monster is just full of surprises!

The Tarmogoyf gets up, but not without putting the boot to Mark's face on the way up. Mark tries to cover up, while the man monster turns him over, grabbing him around the waist. With a deep breath, he locks both hands around Mark's waist, heaving him up from a deadlift, and throwing him down with a gutwrench suplex! Mark's shoulders are the first to break his fall as he reaches back, clutching his shoulders from the impact! The Tarmogoyf stands tall, hands on his hips as The Confidant continues to bark orders to his monster. “Kill!” “Maim!”, and other similar commands could be heard audibly, but by far the loudest was “CRUSH!” The Tarmogoyf turns his attention to Mark Storey, who was just now beginning to stand.

Sanction: Mark is showing he isn't about to let the monster have his way with him!

Steel: Did you see the landing off that deadlift suplex? He might be smarter if he just, laid there...

The Tarmogoyf smirks, perhaps this was a worthy adversary indeed. Mark shrugs off the sting of the suplex impact, stepping up to the monster. As he does, The Tarmogoyf clasps his hands, sending the large-fisted sledge to the face of Mark in a polish hammer, but to this Mark uses his quickness to duck under the huge blow! Mark takes the chance to deliver a pair of forearm strikes to the back of The Tarmogoyf, admittedly unphasing the monster though. Thinking fast, Mark wraps his arms around Goyf's waist, and heaves, but Goyf shows his power and lurches forward – Mark uses this sudden momentum to his advantage though, quickly releasing the waistlock, and rolling over the monster and onto his feet, hitting the ropes. Goyf stands back up, and Mark comes off the ropes, leaping up to catch the monster square on the chest with a shotgun dropkick! The impact sends Goyf stumbling back to the ropes, but still not off of his feet. Mark takes a quick breath and again hits the opposite ropes, coming back with a more traditional dropkick, connecting flushly with the monster, and sending him through the ropes and outside of the ring, to the floor below!

Sanction: Listen to this crowd pop! Mark Storey took the monster off his feet!

Steel: But he's outside the ring. He can't capitalize on that!

Mark briefly looks over the ropes, then points back to the opposite side of the ring, almost asking the crowd what they want to see. The Tarmogoyf begins to stir, pushing himself from the floor to his feet, while Mark heads back across the ring, hitting the ropes and coming back, leaping through the top and middle ropes …







IT CONNECTS!

Mark Storey hits the man monster, taking him right back off his feet with a beautifully exquisite suicide dive! Mark lays back though, using this opportunity on the outside to catch his breath.

Sanction: What was that you were saying about not capitalizing?

Steel: Yeah, yeah.

Kirk Samson leans over the ropes, checking on the two performers, before beginning to count them out.

1!

2!

3!

Mark is the first to sit up, he looks over at The Tarmogoyf who is only just beginning to stir.

4!

Mark makes his way to the monster, pulling his head up, dotting the forehead with a straight right-hand.

5!

Sanction: Mark Storey is IN-CONTROL!

Mark transitions Goyf into a front facelock, beginning to drop him on the floor – but The Tarmogoyf instead pushes him back, bracing himself on a knee. Mark reapproaches, getting met by a forearm to the gut, winding him. He staggers around, holding his gut, before waltzing right into The Tarmogoyf's reach – and getting lifted up in a flapjack position, only to be dropped with a snake eyes across the ring steps! The Confidant shouts, excitingly, at the sight of Mark's face bouncing off the steel!

Steel: Correction. Mark WAS all in-control. That Snake Eyes was nasty!

6!

The Tarmogoyf leans back against the barrier, almost admiring his brutality towards the XWA veteran. Mark meanwhile, slumps over off the steps and into a heap on the floor.

7!

The Tarmogoyf stands up and takes a deep, satisfied breath, before sliding into the ring and under the bottom rope. Mark meanwhile remains out of it.

Sanction: Is he ok?! Someone needs to go check on him!

Steel: You gonna do it? I'm not gonna get involved in THAT THING's match............

Sanction: Well someone needs to. Mark could very well find himself on the verge of a first-round elimination!

8!

Mark feebly reaches out, lightly grasping the ring skirt, attempting to pull himself across the floor. After a second tug, his grip fails, and he lays limp on the floor.

Steel: I think this may be it for him...he looks utterly exhausted!

Sanction: Is The Tarmogoyf really going to take a count out victory?!

Steel: I don't quite think he cares. Although I'd hardly consider this a countout – more like a knockout.

9!

Mark rolls over, close to the ring albeit with his back to the ring skirt. He blindly reaches out, grasping at the air in front of him, still quite clearly out of it.

10 – Mark, somehow, musters up the energy to get to his feet, rolling in under the bottom rope! The Tarmogoyf senses blood though, and jumps down over Mark's body with a big splash! Kirk drops down to count;

1!

2!

Mark Storey drapes his leg across the bottom rope.

3!

The Tarmogoyf stands up, but before Mr. Crowley can play, Kirk directs his attention to Storey's leg draped haphazardly across the bottom rope.

Sanction: How on Earth did he do that!?

Steel: I cannot believe he answered the ten count, let alone found the wherewithal to hang his foot over the rope!

The Tarmogoyf is shocked, albeit impressed this 'human' managed to survive. He turns to The Confidant, who instructs him 'KILL!' The Tarmogoyf grabs Mark around the scruff of his neck, literally THROWING him – but Mark puts the brakes on, catching the man monster with the “Escapologist” (Double Knee Facebreaker), staggering the big man but failing to put him down! Mark huffs and puffs, fatigue from this grueling match becoming very apparent. He tries to put that in the back of his mind, hitting the ropes, coming back to The Tarmogoyf with the “Kneeded Assistance” (Running Double Knees to the Chest)!! This winds the monster, sending him to one knee!

Sanction: The Tarmogoyf is STILL not down yet!

Mark looks on, in a bewildered state of disbelief, at the resilience of the man monster! He lets out another heavy breath and goes back to the ropes, this time he springs off, connecting flush with The Tarmogoyf's chin in a “Hypersonic Collision” (Springboard Uppercut)!! This move sends The Tarmogoyf's head straight back to the mat, his eyes rolling in the back of his head! Mark Storey lies there, face down, utterly exhausted!

Steel: Mark Storey needs to capitalize on that series of big moves.

Sanction: This match has taken a lot out of him though! He FINALLY got The Tarmogoyf down, in the ring, for the first time in this match!

Kirk Samson checks on the performers, and with neither moving, begins his count.

1!

2!

Mark pushes himself up to his hands and knees, slowly beginning to crawl to The Tarmogoyf.

3!

Mark, groggily, throws his arm over The Tarmogoyf's chest – but The Tarmogoyf catches his arm, pulling him forward with the “Abrupt Decay” (Hell's Gate) choke!! Mark begins waving his arms around in a frenzy, frantically trying to get away!

Steel: We saw this move at On a Pole! The Tarmogoyf was playing possum, waiting to lure Mark Storey in with that false sense of security!

Sanction: Oh no! All the hard work, the comeback...only to fall victim to the Abrupt Decay...

With such a brutal match, it doesn't take long for Mark's movements to slow, even stop. Mark begins fading while Kirk Samson checks on him.

He raises his arm in the air once – it falls haplessly to the mat!

He raises his arm twice – it falls haplessly to the mat!

He raises his arm in the air thrice – it falls haplessly to the mat!

Kirk Samson waves the match off, calling for the bell!

Hana Ramierez: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a pass out, and advancing to the quarter-finals of the Lord of the Ring tournament...THHHEEEE TAAAARRRRMMMMOOOGGOOOYYYYYFFFFF!!!

Ozzy Osbourne's “Mr. Crowley” begins to play as the monster holds the “Abrupt Decay” on for a moment longer, before slowly releasing. He begins to stand up, as he's joined by The Confidant in the ring.

Sanction: Mark Storey fought with his heart, he hit the biggest moves in his arsenal. In the end, the massive size advantage proved too much for the XWA veteran...

Steel: The Tarmogoyf proves a formidable foe. Who, or what, will be able to find the first chink in his armour?

Kirk Samson, and The Confidant together, each grab an arm of The Tarmogoyf, raising it in the air in victory as the show fades to the the next promotional piece.
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Re: XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby Michael Swift » Fri Jun 24, 2016 6:38 am

Storey: I really like how hard you put over your opponent as just a monster. Between the raw toughness displayed, trickery used, and needing to make use of environment to put him away, Gofy looks super good here. Not only that, I feel you stayed true to the character, which is impressive since you hadn't seen Gofy'd stuff for "XWA On A Pole" and still were able to capture a lot of his essence. . I also want to draw attention to how you did muffled talking, because that was super cool.
While I felt Goyf was put over well, I don't feel like his moveset was. In particular, I felt Abrupt Decay was made to look super weak. While Mark had to cheat to get out of it, there was no selling the move post its execution, which is in concept fine, but it is a finisher that did no lasting damage. It just ends up looking super weak. If Storey is meant to be a heel like in the profile, I question the face portrayal here. I don't so much mind the crowd cheering for me, as it makes him still out to be the underdog, but he was still trying to rile up the heel commentator and that just seems odd*. Also, while I appreciate the M:tG reference, I feel it could be a little less jarring.
Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

Goyf: Even though the overall story is a classic told many times, it was still an enjoyable story of tiny man failing to knock down a giant**. All the spots work, and flow together.
While not exactly a squash, I definitely feel like there was severely limited ways Storey wins in your version. Like, the moments Mark actually had control are few, limited to three moves at most, far in between, and end by Goyf just man handling him. Storey ends up looking kind of chumpish here, which really hurts this match. While the match doesn't have too many low points, it lacks a strong high point, and could have really benefited from at least one big spot.
Rating: 2.5 out of 5 stars

Winner: Mark Storey

*I will note, I am not actually counting that against you, because I don't know where you wish to bring Storey, just something I noted as odd.
**In the ring at least.
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Re: XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby DJS » Sun Jun 26, 2016 7:15 pm

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Re: XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby Johnny Coolbreeze » Sun Jul 03, 2016 2:34 am

Michael Swift wrote:While not exactly a squash, I definitely feel like there was severely limited ways Storey wins in your version. Like, the moments Mark actually had control are few, limited to three moves at most, far in between, and end by Goyf just man handling him. Storey ends up looking kind of chumpish here, which really hurts this match. While the match doesn't have too many low points, it lacks a strong high point, and could have really benefited from at least one big spot.
I feel I should comment on this, to shed some light on why I wrote as I did.

It wasn't so much to make him look foolish, so much as I was selling the massive size advantage had - Goyf has about a half foot in height and eighty pounds on the opposition. A lot of Storey's offense is strikes, suplexes and throws, which I felt was a bit unbelievable to use on such a big adversary (and a small guy striking a big guy is a bit dubious i.e. look at Gregory Helms versus, say, a Brock Lesnar). Although I admit I shouldn't have ended the match on the first Abrupt Decay spot, it had hit 3k words and I was tired and needed to head to work soon. Which is unfortunate because I took all the heat, but didn't give Storey his shine (even as a heel, I had him working face this match, because monster). Perhaps my biggest fault was over-selling the size advantage. :)

For the record, I find I generally agree with the critique, and feel it was fair and justified.
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Re: XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby Michael Swift » Sun Jul 03, 2016 4:29 am

I completely understand, and I don't think you intentionally wanted Mark to look bad at all. And the big man with the weight and size advantage is a good story to tell at its core, it just tends to be delicate, and due to the amount of overall parts, lead to end result of doing poorly by Mark. Overall though, you understand the core reason for the end result, and I feel with a bit more parts it would have been fine.
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Re: XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby Storey » Sun Jul 03, 2016 4:06 pm

I should say that I also had Storey take a face role here just to push the Tarmogoyf 'monster' persona. Similarly, that why I had a theme of Mark using the same moves/strikes over and over again to wear Tarmogoyf down.

Thanks for pointing out the selling of Tarmogoyf's finisher out to me. Even though it was a fairly quick break with distraction, you're totally right in that I forgot to sell it properly in the following time. Honestly, looking back my finish was a bit rushed and I just wrote through my set points, which would explain the lack of selling.

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Re: XWA PRESENTS LORD OF THE RING ROUND 1. Storey vs. Tarmogoyf

Postby Michael Swift » Sun Jul 03, 2016 8:43 pm

Storey wrote:I should say that I also had Storey take a face role here just to push the Tarmogoyf 'monster' persona. Similarly, that why I had a theme of Mark using the same moves/strikes over and over again to wear Tarmogoyf down.
And that is fair. I will admit to not be a huge fan of "the enemy of the giant monster man is my friend" set up personally, though most heel versus heel match ups have someone turn face in them so maybe I am just completely wrong here.
Thanks for pointing out the selling of Tarmogoyf's finisher out to me. Even though it was a fairly quick break with distraction, you're totally right in that I forgot to sell it properly in the following time. Honestly, looking back my finish was a bit rushed and I just wrote through my set points, which would explain the lack of selling.
It happens, and I honestly feel that everyone here is good enough to already know what I am saying in my feedback. Sometimes shit slips through though, and I have to point it out under the assumption that they don't know, especially when it is the first match I have seen from them.

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