[VOTE] XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

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[VOTE] XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby DJS » Sat Aug 05, 2017 9:57 pm

Grab your maracas, stick the baggy on and pop down to Madchester for...
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Lord of the Ring 2017 FINAL: Elimination Triple Threat!

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Smith Jones vs. The Jester vs. Emery Layton

An institution of the XWA is it's annual "Lord of the Ring tournament", and this year we held the biggest one of all time. Twenty-four entered, now three remain. The cool-as-a-cucumber Smith Jones, the newly-crowned Empire Pro Champion, a one-time Lord of the Ring himself and a definite candidate for the Supreme XWA Championship faces off with the eccentric traveller Emery Layton, the Union Battleground Trench War Champion and one half of the XWA Tag Team Champions as well as the Jester, a former XWA Heavyweight Champion who has proven he can hang with the current crop just as well as he did with the classic stars.

The Winter Warrior, the Lethal Lackeen and the One Who Laughs Last. Three competitors, two eliminations to win and one ring to rule them all. Who wins? It's anyone's ballgame.


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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby DJS » Sat Aug 26, 2017 1:32 am

Manchester is all hustle and bustle right now. While the world watches on, the UK crowd are rowdy as ever, while Hana Ramierez stands in the ring, mic in hand, ready to address us. Next to her is Jack Tickles. He will not be speaking to us.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
The following contest is the FINAL of the Lord of the Ring Summer Tournament...and it will be a TRIPLE-THREAT ELIMINATION MATCH!

We close in on a small, golden ring sat on a pedestal at ringside. It glistens in the lights of Etihad Stadium.



As the opening drums of The Feud's rendition of Kate Bush classic "Running Up That Hill" hit the PA system, excitement hits the air. The song explodes to life and the Worst of the Pavees herself- wearing her leather jacket and beanie over her gear- emerges from behind the curtain, clearly impressed with the amount of people have turned out. She's holding her arms out as she struts down the ramp and swaying her head to the beat of her entrance theme, her eyes closed. She's lost in the moment, there's nowhere else she'd rather be right now.


HANA RAMIEREZ:
Introducing first- from Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing 135Ibs...she is ONE HALF of the XWA Tag Team Champions and the Union Battleground Trench War Champion..."the Lethal Lackeen"...EMERY LAYTON!

MARK SANCTION:
She’s fought through a new-comer she couldn’t predict, her arch nemesis and the leader of the Survivors but the question is whether Emery Layton can round it out and become the 2017 Lord of the Ring here tonight in Manchester, England.

MATT STEEL:
She’s been impressive but the competition she sees tonight is unlike anything she’s ever faced before. She’s gonna have to get through two competitors, the best competitors of their respective groups in this tournament.

Once she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she pulls her beanie off and thrusts it into her pocket as she skates up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle. As the fans cheer, it's quite obviously not loud enough for her, as she lifts her arms up, indicating for them to get louder. Once the eccentric Irish traveller has spent enough time up there, Emery leaps down from the top rope and into the ring, transitioning from that into probably the most graceful, crisp forward-roll you've ever seen. Once she's in there, she runs to the rope right behind her bouncing off it as she drops to her knees and skids forwards, as all the lights drop except a single spotlight on her and the lights from cell phone cameras as her upper body falls backwards. After a few moments of just simply listening to the cheers, she flips onto her front and crawls into her corner, removing her jacket and dumping the battered old thing to the outside as she sits down, legs flat out, waiting for the match to begin.



The lights in the arena go dark as a maniacal laugh fills the arena. The laughter slowly fades as the drums begin for ‘Archangel’, purple and white lights flash along with the beat as the music continues to build. Just as the crescendo and the vocals begin a single purple spotlight hits the top of the stage to illuminate Jester with his trademark twisted grin.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And her opponent- from The Unknown...weighing 245 Ibs..."The Doom Clown"...The JESTER![/i]

[b]MATT STEEL:

My pick right here.

MARK SANCTION:
He’s proved himself to be a trickster since he came back to the XWA and he’s adapted to the current crop so well, it’s like he never left.

MATT STEEL:
Lets hope that Emery and Smith know who they’re dealing with. Forget ‘It’, ladies and gentlemen. If you’re an XWA star and you don’t have a fear of clowns yet, you will after you’ve faced Jester.

Jester saunters down the ramp, ignoring the cries from the fans for high fives, never letting the smile fade from his face or taking his eyes off Emery. He rolls under the bottom rope and makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and puts one foot up as if to climb the buckle before just hopping up and sitting down on the top turnbuckle to stare at Emery and the ref with a sickening smile plastered on his face and an evil look in his eye.



That haunting double piano note repeats throughout the arena as ‘Waiting For The End’ by Linkin Park hits the speakers. All of the lights in the arena blast to full white and every corner of the arena is lit up. Smith Jones walks out onto the stage dressed to compete in his trademark all white boots, pads, and trunks. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks out across the XWA fanbase, true blue as far as the eye can see.


HANA RAMIEREZ:
From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 Ibs, he is the Empire Pro Champion...there is only one SMITH JONES!

MARK SANCTION:
Can he do it? Can Smith Jones become Lord of the Ring for the second time in his career and make history here tonight? Personally, after the run he’s had in this tournament winning the Empire Pro Championship, I’d say he’s got an amazing chance.

MATT STEEL:
He may never have faced Em before but he’s beat Jester once already and as a strategist, he’s already streets ahead of Emery and her forward planning. The odds are on his side in this one.

Jones stays at the top of the ramp and raises his fist high above his head. He looks straight up at the ceiling above him for a moment and then closes his eyes. He listens to the roar of the crowd and he is filled with momentary peace. Smith opens his fist above him, spreading his fingers and letting go of something invisible. Smith strides confidently down to ringside and mounts the steel ring steps. He wipes his feet before parting the ropes and taking centre. He stands with his back to the corner and steels himself for another mat war.

MARK SANCTION:
Well ladies and gentlemen, here we are. The final of the largest Lord of the Ring we’ve ever had here in the XWA. Three competitors all fighting for the right to a shot at the Supreme XWA Championship anytime they choose for up to a year. It all comes down to a warrior, a traveller and a trickster.

MATT STEEL:
I’ve been watching from afar this year but the level of talent we’ve seen has been insane. People, we’re about to see something huge.

Smith remains in the corner, Em pulls herself up out of a sitting position and Jester pops down off the top turnbuckle, as all three stand across in their respective corners, looking to each other. When they're not looking at one person, they're looking at the other. There is no deviation, not even from the loud, Mancunian crowd trying very hard to make themselves heard and known. And their way to do this is, to the tune of Tony Christie's classic "Is This The Way to Amarillo?":

"Sha-la-la-la-lala-la-SMITH JONES! Sha-la-la-la-lala-la-SMITH JONES! Sha-la-la-la-lala-la..."

MARK SANCTION:
Manchester behind Smith Jones here!

MATT STEEL;
With a...weird song...thing.

MARK SANCTION:
We’re in England. They speak in weird songs and chants here.

Smith looks out for a second, not giving too much of an acknowledgement beyond a glance to Jester and the ref. But the Funnyman of the XWA isn't laughing, he's ready. A ball of energy. Smith looks to Em, and she's breathing heavily as she finds herself in a situation she never expected to be in. The three competitors are all raring to go, and everyone can feel it. Hana vacates the ring, Jack Tickles nods and in seconds-

DING DING!

Off goes the bell. Smith and Emery exchange a short look. Smith has studied his opponents, as he is want to do, and Emery just sees the fella with the paint and decides he's the guy. They both unanimously seem to decide in that moment to make a run for it, and Emery and Smith both dart across the ring, going for the most dastardly, tricky man in the match, hitting him with a flurry of right and left hands on either side. Jester holds his arms over the top of him, shielding himself from the onslaught.

MATT STEEL:
Wait a goddamn minute!

MARK SANCTION:
You can ‘goddamn minute’ all you want, this might actually be a smart decision. Getting rid of Jester first stops him before he can move onto the mind games.

MATT STEEL:
But this isn’t a fair fight! It’s triple threat! You shouldn’t be ganging up like this! Imagine how you’d feel if this were a couple of Survivors or something. Trust me, this blows up in their face. Just you watch.

After enough time has passed, the One Who Laughs Last uses the arms he's shielding himself with to push upwards, knocking back both Emery and Smith, but not knocking them to the floor, just enough that they're out the way. Like a cornered animal, Jester's guard is up, and he's looking for any sudden movements from the two competitors. The first one he scouts is from Emery Layton, who steps up without really thinking and somewhere Adam Fenric screams in frustration as Em runs forward, all guns blazing, and is immediately met with a hard boot to the face, knocking her down instantly. She rolls onto her side.

MARK SANCTION:
Holy Christ!

MATT STEEL:
What’d I say? Blows up in their face.

MARK SANCTION:
Almost literally, too! An absolutely vicious superkick, knocking Emery right down in the early stages of this match.

With Emery down, Smith uses to short second it takes Jester to get back into a standing position to run for Jester as well, only this time he is slightly more successful, as he grabs around the midsection of Jester, pulling him upwards like a massive sack of potatoes. The only difference here is Jester has arms and hands to hold onto the ropes, as he smartly realises he's still in his corner and hooks his arms under the rope, preventing Smith to pick him up in any way, shape or form before kicking the Winter Warrior away. Smith holds his jaw, having been sufficiently smashed in the face by Jester, when the Funnyman finally comes out of the corner to experience the rest of the ring and to show Smith Jones his favourite parts of it. Grabbing Smith by the back of the head, he pivots him around into the corner, back-first, leaving him there for a few seconds and just allowing him to look into his white painted face and realise what he's looking into. He's in hell now, and Jester's the devil, and he's deciding just how badly he wants him to burn for all eternity. Throwing his foot back, Jester propels his knee right into the midsection of Smith Jones very quickly, in true Muay Thai fashion. The Winter Warrior winces in pain, feeling the sensation twitch right through his body, running up the nerves of his spine as he feels himself pressed into the turnbuckle. Jester continues to smile as he hits him with a second knee, this time from his opposite leg just to change things up a bit, before he pulls Smith out of the corner and back into the middle of the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
The Jester in full control of this triple threat elimination match, pretty much taking it to Smith Jones here.

MATT STEEL:
As he should do. There’s only one person in this match who has already won the Lord of the Ring before, and it’s Smith Jones. He’s the guy you wanna get rid of first if you wanna assure victory in a match like this.

The Winter Warrior cradles his mid-section like there is a small child in his arms. By this time, Emery has stirred and has somewhat of a plan. As Jester comes from out of the corner, Em rolls very slowly under the bottom rope and onto the apron. Seeing that she is very much on the side right behind Jester if she does indeed go onto the outside, Em pulls herself up on the apron and runs alongside the apron until she is behind Jester. When she is there, the Lethal Lackeen scurries into the ring and leaps into the air, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his midsection while she hangs on him like an Emery-shaped backpack, the entire thing prompting a huge response from the crowd.

MARK SANCTION:
Emery Layton back in this, appears to be trying for a Dragon Sleeper on Jester!

MATT STEEL:
You’re making a big mistake here, Emery! It’s too early for this while you’ve got still got an active Smith Jones running around out there!

Jester flails, he reaches for the ropes aaannd he can't get to them. He's moved too far into the middle of the ring, where Smith Jones is now stood waiting and watching as Em’s on Jester like she's on a bucking bronco that's wearing clown make-up and stopping to laugh every few seconds. Jones is happy to allow the situation to play out- strategically if she can make him pass out that's one less person to worry about- until Jester grabs Smith around the back of his neck and pulls him downwards. Quite what he's going for is irrelevant- the cunning Jester knows exactly what he's doing, as Smith pushes him back and drills him right in the face with a hard forearm smash. The sudden jolt to his system is enough for Emery to loosen the hold- involuntary, cos she's really, really trying to do some damage here- and that's all Jester needs. Once she's got less of a hold on him, he reaches back, his arms around her midsection as he scoops her up onto his shoulders. The amount of panic in the mind of Emery Layton cannot be summed up in mere words, and her eyes widen as Jester begins to charge at Smith, but with her being held right in front on Jester's shoulders. Em wants to look up, she wants to confirm for herself just how screwed she is here, but she knows what's going on and is in position to stop it, as Jester flips her over his shoulder and throws her back-first at Smith Jones, knocking the pair of them to the ground. As they drop onto the mat, Em rolls off and finds herself and Smith lying right there on the ground, with the Jester standing above them, laughing in quite a hearty way really, as he holds his arms out for the chorus of booing fans, notably some in the front row who are urging Jester to 'sort his face out' while one throws up a rather creative sign telling everyone that Jester is available as a clown for children's parties, weddings and bar mitzvas. He pays no attention. He doesn't even care. He's too pleased with the carnage he's already causing.

MARK SANCTION:
Jesus. How on earth do you stop this guy?

MATT STEEL:
Using opponents as weapons against other opponents. How can anyone possibly discredit Jester?

MARK SANCTION:
Because he’s insane!

MATT STEEL:
All real geniuses are, Mark! Get with the program...

Rolling Emery out of the way, Jester becomes set on something- Smith Jones is the guy he needs to get rid of here. He's already been beaten by Jones once, he's already at the level of main event and he's won one of these tournaments before- he's the top target in this match. Once he's got him out the way, he can throw Em around a bit more until he gets bored and go home with a lovely, shiny ring that'll let him cause even more chaos and bring about the absolute worst moment in the career of whoever happens to be Supreme XWA Champion when he cashes in. Easy street, right? Jester quickly hooks the leg of Smith Jones...

ONE!

TWO!

T--
But what he's already done is not yet enough, as the Winter Warrior kicks out!

MARK SANCTION:
Near fall there but Smith Jones is still part of the chase!

Jester rolls his eyes- more out of annoyance that Smith keeps going. I mean, he knows what's going to happen to him, right? Grabbing under the chin of Smith Jones, the Man Who Laughs Last pulls Jones slowly to his feet, until he is interrupted by a very rough, sharp feeling in his back. Jester drops Smith to turn around, right into Emery, who- even though she is small- pulls Jester's head down to her with one hand and blasts him with a very hard European Uppercut with the other, something the Funnyman cannot avoid being knocked back by for maybe even a few seconds. Em follows this up by throwing her hand back and, like there's an irritating fly on Jester that she absolutely has to kill, she absolutely blasts her hand across the chest, and my goodness is it loud. It's so loud that the ears of every dog in Manchester probably just pricked up. The burning sensation that follows this only makes matters worse for Jester, as Emery grabs his forearm and with a little force, she drags him across and flings him into the ropes, pushing his back for extra power. The Doom Clown bounces off the rope, running back while trying to regain at least some semblance of control in himself where you'd think he'd be met by Emery. No. As Jester comes running back and Em squats down, preparing herself to launch into the air and hit Jester with a perfectly executed dropkick, her negligence of her surroundings bites her once again, as she feels arms find their way around her waist. She feels herself being pulled up onto the air. She definitely feels it as the top of her back is dropped into the mat, dangerously close to the back of her neck, as Jack Tickles skids to the floor. Smith Jones has not only taken down the Lethal Lackeen, he's also stalling, keeping her shoulders to the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Bridged German from Smith Jones! Emery Layton is in real trouble here!

ONE!

Emery flails her arms, her legs, she waggles round like a helpless, trapped turtle.

TWO!!

MATT STEEL:
She’s about to get eliminated!

By this point, Jester has hung himself on the rope to come to a halt and can see Smith with that bridged German, and he's not best pleased. The Winter Warrior is ruining his plan by being so damn efficient! Before Tickles can reach a third count, Jester darts in and drops a foot down onto the midsection, forcing Smith to release the Lethal Lackeen- who rolls onto her front- and, in turn, the pin attempt.

MARK SANCTION:
Emery escapes as Jester breaks up the pin but I don’t understand. Why?

MATT STEEL:
I guess he’s keeping Emery in this for a reason. He’s got plots! Scary Jester plots! Man, it’s like watching someone crash a train, this. I know something bad is going to happen, I know someone will suffer as a result, but I have to see it play out!

Jester pulls Smith to his feet, and he's got some evil, evil plans, as he peers over to the corner to his right. Throwing Smith a hard kick to the mid-section just to make things a bit more difficult for him, he grabs Smitty's wrist and with ultimate strength, he throws him across the ring, back-first into the turnbuckle, where Smith stops. He can feel the pain run up his back, but he stays where he is. No sudden movements until he knows what the damage is. Unfortunately this works to his detriment, as the Jester moves slowly back into the opposite corner. The aggressive clown's got him right where he wants him. Stomping across the ring, in this instance, Smith isn't quick enough to react when Jester throws his foot face-first at Smith Jones head. The Winter Warrior stumbles forward, but the blow to his head leaves him wobbling and unbalanced. Reaching out for leverage isn't enough because there's nothing there- Smith finds himself falling back involuntarily into the corner, his head against the middle turnbuckle as he's forced, trapped into a sitting position. Jester moves back, only into the middle of the ring, not the full way- and even if he did, he'd run into Emery who is crawling along in the background, her hand on the back of her neck. Jester, once again, goes running along, this time throwing himself forward, rotating his body forward like a fast-moving clock-hand and smashing into the side of Smith's head with the full-force of his back!

MATT STEEL:
Dear God!

MARK SANCTION:
Running corner senton by Jester as the Doom Clown works over the 2015 Lord of the Ring.

MATT STEEL:
And working him over is right. He seems to deliberately targetting Smith Jones so far.

MARK SANCTION:
And in a match like this, that could be a dangerous thing to do…

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, well Jester’s not exactly known for level-headedness. I’m surprised he managed to appear as calculated as he is so far.

The Funnyman's not even done! A horrifying smile still on his face, the Jester drags a dazed Smith Jones up to his feet and hangs his arms over the top rope, shoving him in the corner like a scarecrow in wrestling gear. Jester moves back ever so slowly, even closing one eye to make sure he's got the angle right as he moves into the corner. He's expecting this will be enough. One more corner dropkick, then it's No Laughing Matter and then he's out of this and Emery is all that's left, who he can then beat and leave the world of the XWA in a fiery, steaming pile of rubble. That's what he expects. What he probably doesn't expect is to see Emery a bit sooner. Or rather, the bottom of her boot. No, as soon as he moves back into the corner, Em vaults like she's being carried by everyone who believes in her, and drills Jester in the corner with a taste of his own medicine- a running dropkick! Jester falls back into the corner, looking very similar to Smith on the other side now. Em squats to a standing position as soon as Jester hits the turnbuckle, looking to Smith. Em lets ot a sharp exhale of breath as she goes running in Smith's direction, until reaching a certain point she once again jumps in the air, smacking Smith with a corner dropkick. And then, once she stands back up, she turns to Jester, running to him and hitting him with a corner dropkick!

MARK SANCTION:
And here comes Emery now!!

The fans get louder with every single one, the rising 'oooohhhhhh' as she runs and runs, bouncing between Jester and Smith like a pinball.

MATT STEEL:
Dropkicks! Dropkicks! Dropkicks for everyone!

MARK SANCTION:
Emery is ping-ponging back and forth between Jester and Smith. Usually she calls this the Kicks Inside but I don’t think we’ve ever seen it like this!

After hitting Smith with another one, she stops for a few seconds to take in the fans and their chants.

"There's only ooooonee Emery Layton! OOoooonnnee Emery Layton! Walking Along! Singing this song! Walking in an Emery wonderland! There's only ooooonee Emery Layton! OOoooonnnee Emery Layton! Walking Along! Singing this song! Walking in an Emery wonderland!"

MATT STEEL:
Now what are they singing?

MARK SANCTION:
These fans are ‘walking in an Emery wonderland’, and by God so are Jester and Smith Jones right here!

Em, after spending about ten or fifteen seconds dancing to the chant- something which only promotes more cheers and makes the chant louder- calls for a final dropkick, looking to Jester. With a spring in her step, she goes running. Unfortunately, Jester has already been hit with enough of these than he'd like to have been hit with, and really rather wouldn't like to be hit with any more. When Emery comes running back Jester dashes forward, pivoting his entire body around before absolutely pelting Emery with his arm, knocking her to the ground instantly.

MATT STEEL:
Jester having NO MORE of it!

MARK SANCTION:
A discus lariat stops Emery Layton right in her tracks!

But as Jester stands up, he's got eyes on Emery Layton, making sure she stays down. He's got absolutely no idea what else is going on. Which means he has completely no idea it's coming when he reaches his standing position again, by which point Smith Jones has come running out from the corner, already having spun around for extra force and blasts him in the side of the cranium with a roaring elbow!

MARK SANCTION:
And now SMITH having no more of it!

MATT STEEL:
This is absolutely insane!

With Jester on the ground, Smith hooks the leg, part-curious to see how hard his lariat was, other part looking to put it all away for this clown-faced buffoon. Tickles drops to his knees.

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE--
Jester has it in him to kick out.

MATT STEEL:
Oh God. Almost.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones was an inch away from putting Jester away, there, but at best he’s managed to put him down for a bit.

But what Jester does NOT have in him is the ability to get back up just yet. All he sees when he looks up is lights and brightness. He'd like to move, but ultimately he decides to stay put for a moment. Smith rises to his feet, leaving Jester alone for a few moments while the Winter Warrior weighs up his options and turns around where he sees...Emery Layton. Stood on her feet, she holds her side as she looks back to Smith, noticing him too. This is where the fans begin to split their allegiances- some for Smith, some for Emery.

"EME-RY LAY-TON--LET'S GO SMITH! EME-RY LAY-TON--LET'S GO SMITH!"

MATT STEEL:
Ooohhh boy...

MARK SANCTION:
Half of the crowd on Smith’s side, the other on Emery’s, both of them wanting to be Lord of the Ring so badly. Think this is about to blow up, guys.

Em looks to Smith, the two popular competitors' eyes lock, and then the Lethal Lackeen calls on her bare-knuckle figher family for inspiration as she spurts across the ring, aiming a flurry of right and left hands at the Winter Warrior, who fires back with his own, until he hits Emery with a hard European uppercut, knocking her backwards, into the middle rope, off which she bounces back as a one-woman-traveller-clan with a plan, grabbing the back of Smith's head and cracking him with a hard forearm smash. Em, admittedly without using a lot of foresight, clutches Smith's forearm and tries to pull, but Smith crouches, cementing himself firmly in place until he pulls her across the ring himself, throwing her towards the rope, but rather than turning and catapulting herself off them, Em grabs the top rope, jumping in the air and rolling between the top and middle ropes until she's stood on the apron. It's not long- only a few inches away, in fact- that Smith comes running, armed with a forearm. Em thinks fast, possibly for the first time in this match, as she grabs the top rope, rolling over the top of Smith Jones with a forward roll, from here she flips backwards, throwing her legs up into the air and then landing upright as Smith Jones turns around and feels arms around his neck, pulling him down.

MARK SANCTION:
Strange Phenomena as Emery Layton takes the lead!

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, don’t count him out just yet...

Emery's "Strange Phenomena" is enough to stun him, but not enough to take Smith Jones down completely. He's helped by the fact he's had some ropes to fall back on. Em raises both of her eyebrows- that's actually never happened before. Huh. It's no big deal though, the Worst of the Pavees beginning to run. She's got to get something out of this- Smith may not be dazed for long. Unfortunately, it's too little too late, as Emery runs back and Smith Jones can see her coming and he is NOT going to allow Em to perform her usual caution-to-the-wind routine on him. When she is within inches of him, Smith holds the rope with one hand and leans in with the other, catching her by the leg and tossing her over the top rope. As she goes over, she grabs the top rope and hangs on, her feet touching the apron. As she looks up, there's not enough time to react and the position is too awkward for her to stop Smith as he hooks her head under his arm and her arm around his neck, lifting her up into the air. With her feet looking the skies, Smith releases the hold, dropping her forwards as her mid-section collides with the top rope and the Lethal Lackeen drops to the outside, as the front row jump out of their seats to look down and see the damage.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my GOD! A suplex to the OUTSIDE! Its been a long time since we’ve seen Smith Jones quite so vicious!

MATT STEEL:
It’s every person for themselves, Mark. In a match like this, there’s no time to forge friendships. Be vicious, be deadly but for God’s sake, be victorious.

As Smith looks out, who should sneak in but that pesky, bloody Jester! Having watched the entire thing just unfold, he's deemed this the right opportunity to grab Smith's leg from under and pull him backwards into a school-boy!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh whoawhoawhoa!

MATT STEEL:
Jester!

MARK SANCTION:
Where the hell did HE come from?

Smith's shoulders are down to the mat for...

ONE!

TWO!


And it's not enough, as Smith not only grabs the bottom rope for leverage but also kicks his feet up into the air and escapes the predicament.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones escapes before the count of three.

MATT STEEL:
That is exactly why Jester’s my pick here. If you’re in a three-person situation and Jester is part of the equation, don’t take your eyes off him for anything or anyone. He’ll use it!

Smith rolls backwards, pulling himself to his feet before Jester, and because of this the Winter Warrior's waiting. Jester drags himself up and Smith Jones' preferred greeting for the Funnyman is a huge kick in the gut, causing the painted man to double over almost instantly. Hooking Jester's arms, he pulls the Doom Clown into the middle of the ring before throwing him over his shoulder like an old rucksack by his arm, the Jester landing back-first on the mat...but Smith does not release the arm. No, instead he rolls over and uses this grip to pull Jester to his feet once again, and the former XWA Champion obliges, albeit against his will. Smith looks behind him. He thinks about where he wants to take this. He wants to take it to the next level. He wants to take it to the absolute limit he can. He wants to...Take It Home! Unhooking Jester's arms, he pulls him in, grabbing around Jester's midsection and pulling him across the ring and then hurtling The Man With No Reason To Laugh Right Now over his shoulder and back-first into the turnbuckle!

MATT STEEL:
That’s gonna leave a mark!

MARK SANCTION:
“Take It Home” and Smith Jones has gone into absolute beast-mode here!

Smith Jones is feeling it. He has all the momentum in the world, running through his body, running through the crowd, who have elected to chant-

"Smitty-Smitty Jones! Smitty Jones! Smiiiiiitty-Smitty Jones! Nana-nana-na-na-na-na!"

It's in the style of "Give it Up" by KC and the Sunshine Band for the benefit of your own imagination.

MATT STEEL:
These guys just have a football song for all occasions, don’t they?

MARK SANCTION:
They’re a lively bunch here in the UK, for sure.

Smith, once again, gives nothing more than a glance until he focuses on Jester once again. The Doom Clown slithers along, his hand on the bottom rope as he holds his back. He isn't facing Smith, who this suits just fine because he's able to stalk from behind now. He's getting ready. He's got a point to this…

MARK SANCTION:
Jones stalking Jester now, could be looking for finish it.

MATT STEEL:
I’m all for seeing the post-apocalyptic world that would come from Jester being Lord of the Ring, but if there was ever an opportunity for Smith to hit the Point of Controversy, we’re looking at it.

Once Jester reaches his feet, he feels a grip on his shoulder and somehow he knows exactly what's happening, and he's not having it. The Jester grabs the top rope right before Smith manages to get his knee up to the back of Jester's neck. As Smith pulls back, Jester holds on for dear life to that rope as Smith Jones goes dropping onto his back, not getting the Point of Controversy that he needed. Jester turns, as Smith rises to his feet once again, but as he does, Jester's hand snatches Smith's wrist!

MARK SANCTION:
Uh oh.

MATT STEEL:
No Laughing Matter!

Jester pulls Smith towards him, that elbow coming for the head of Smith Jones. Except it doesn't- Smith is far too quick and ready to dodge it, which he does!

MARK SANCTION:
Nobody home!

Skating under the arm of Jester, he goes behind, putting his arm around the Doom Clown's mid-section and throwing him overhead, almost assisting him with a backflip. The only thing is once he's on the ground, he holds the Jester in place, as Tickles notices the shoulders of the Funnyman are on the mat!

MARK SANCTION:
ANOTHER Bridged German!

ONE!

TWO!!


And a half, as Jester kicks out. But there is still cheering as Smith releases the bridge. Something else is going on here.

MARK SANCTION:
Near fall and…

MATT STEEL:
Mark.

MARK SANCTION:
What? Jester kicks out at the last--

MATT STEEL:
Mark. Look!

MARK SANCTION:
What are you--oh. Oh lord.

Both men lie on the ground, roughly in the same little circle. As soon as the count has ended, Emery Layton- who has crawled from the outside, up the apron and onto the top rope during the entire sequence- falls backwards off the top rope, jumping into the air and spinning not once but twice. A double moonsault in the air, landing on both competitors at the same time as soon as the count finished!

MARK SANCTION:
EMERY LAYTON!

MATT STEEL:
Wuthering Heights! She’s gonna put away Jester here!

Em rolls off the two competitors, Smith rolls away. Em rolls onto Jester, hooking his leg for the...

ONE!

TWO!!

T--
And a near fall, as Jester gets a shoulder up.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God a kick-out!

Emery pulls herself up, as does Smith. The two of them face off once again...until Jester emerges, standing right in the middle of them. Smith and Emery look to him, then to each other. Not a single word needs to be said between them, they just nod. They've both seen what he can do. Jester turns to walk in the direction of Smith, who smacks him upside the head with a hard right hand, sending him the opposite direction of Emery, who smashes a forearm into his face. This sends him back towards Smith, who hits a hard back-elbow, then to Emery who hits a big European Uppercut. Jester stumbles towards Smith but before he can hit him, he misses as Jester drops to his knees.

MARK SANCTION:
Emery and Smith teaming up again here, trying to take out Jester.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, ‘cause that worked so well before, right?

MARK SANCTION:
That was earlier, Matt. Jester’s in a different place. He’s trying, but he just dropped to his knees from exhaustion, there.

Smith pulls the Jester up to his feet. He ain't gonna let him go that easily. No, he came here tonight to finally win the Lord of the Ring again and get closer to his destiny of becoming Supreme XWA Champion, but to do that, he wants to beat both Jester and Emery with the Point of Controversy. He has battled back and forth with Em and Jester here, and this is the part where Jester's done, as far as he's concerned. He pulls Jester up...

...But then it's like a horror movie scene as Jester claws Smith's hand and pulls him forward, right into a jumping knee to the head, knocking Smith to the mat instantly!


MATT STEEL:
KILLING JOKE!

MARK SANCTION:
Where the hell did that come from?

MATT STEEL:
It’s over! Smith Jones is done!

Jester hooks the leg-

ONE!

Emery darts across the ring, springing off the rope towards the opposite rope.

TWO!!

Once there, she bounces up onto the middle rope, jumping off backwards and rotating her body until--

THR--No! She lands on her front, breaking up the pin as she rolls off of Jester and Smith.

MARK SANCTION:
Emery interrupts the count, now. I am short of breath with how ridiculously close this match continues to become as every pin attempt occurs.

The Lethal Lackeen crawls towards the bottom rope, grasping that and the middle rope like rungs of a ladder as she pulls herself to her feet, as does Jester, and as soon as he notices Emery is up, he rushes over to her, not giving her even a second to gather herself. Having broken up the pin with a springboard moonsault, it's taken a lot out of Em, and he might be hurting too but Jester knows it. He can smell it. Clobbering her over the back with some clubbing blows, Jester keeps Em on the ropes like an old-time boxer, and Tickles is helpless without a disqualification to threaten him with. Em shields herself from the oncoming storm that is Jester, still clobbering away. The Worst of the Pavees is in trouble and she knows it.

MARK SANCTION:
He’s got her, he’s trapped Emery now. This is just a completely animalistic attack here by Jester.

MATT STEEL:
And that’s smart. She’s the fastest person in the match. If you can ground her like this, if you can keep her in one place, you can do a lot of damage that’ll stop her later in the match.

While right hands rain down on her, Emery braves the assault a moment longer, just waiting for her opportunity. All she needs is one short moment, one little delay in Jester's attack. A second's hesitation. After a few more right hands, Jester observes the state Emery is in and views this as the opportune moment to strike. Once again, he doesn't want to eliminate her yet, just get her down while he deals with Smith- who is beginning to stir- and then he can easily get rid of her. But it's that second between ceasing the assault and grabbing the back of Emery's head that the Journeylass needs. Jester only holds the very roots of Emery's hair for a second before Em wafts his arm away, aggressively. She's so aggressive in fact that she hears a rip and then a stinging pain at various points at the back of her head, the pain enough to prompt an,uncharacteristically vicious forearm smash right to the jaw of Jester, knocking him back. Catching a glance of his hand, Em- and everyone else- note the massive lock of ripped red hair in his hand.

MARK SANCTION:
Ooohhh.

MATT STEEL:
Well she fought back. Is that real? That’s not extensions, right?

MARK SANCTION:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is indeed real hair Jester just pulled out of her actual head.

MATT STEEL:
She’s soldiering on though!

MARK SANCTION:
Some women in our business might let that get to them, but not Emery. She’s not gonna be pigeon-holed as a ‘women’s wrestler’. She’s a fighter, and by God she is proving it here tonight.

Now clawing Jester's forearm, Emery pulls him across the ring, keeping her gaze on the rope right behind her. As she tears him across the ring, Jester is too savvy to allow himself to get whipped into the ropes, skidding to a halt, but as he does, once again like a human horror movie, he spins his hand around and attaches onto the wrist of Emery like parasite.

MATT STEEL:
He’s got her!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no...

He pulls her towards him, arching his elbow like a spike-

MATT STEEL:
No Laughing Ma--

But at the very last second, Emery ducks under Jester's arm as every single siren and alarm bell in her head goes off, creating a hell of a racket in her conscience. Jester stumbles forward, having missed No Laughing Matter, once again spluttering towards the ropes. While in his doubled-over state, Emery looks behind her and, after a little hop and an internal self-assurance of I can do this, she runs, bouncing off the ropes and running back. As Jester, turns around, Emery leaps into the air, pivoting her body until she places her hand on Jester's shoulder and arm across his shoulders, pushing him to the mat as she falls right onto her back herself. The Jester rolls under the ring and drops to the outside.

MARK SANCTION:
Slingblade and now Jester rolls out of the ring to escape for just a few moments.

MATT STEEL:
Hey...you don’t think they’d come over here do you?

MARK SANCTION:
I certainly hope not...

Jester holds his back, slowly crawling to his knees. Em isn't in the mood for any flashy suicide dives or planchas right now. Nothing that Jester could move out of the way for, so she rolls out of the ring, looking around like Scooby Doo's gang searching for clues until...she looks forward. A far away look in her eyes, she approaches the announcers desk.

MARK SANCTION:
I didn’t hope hard enough.

MATT STEEL:
Oh God. No Emery! Please no! There’s tables under the ring! Any table in the world but this one, please!

MARK SANCTION:
I don’t think she cares, Matt...

Despite the desperate pleas of Sanction and Steel, Em gives Matt a little wink before she tears off the cover- emblazoned with the XWA logo on a Union flag background- and throws the two monitors to the floor, and by God, whatever's about to happen, the blood-thirsty Mancunian fans are very audibly ready for it. Em turns, watching as Jester uses the apron to pull himself up, and it's not long before the Worst of the Pavees is right back on the Funnyman, pulling him over to the desk and slamming his head into it so hard, you can see specks of red and white paint begin to print themselves to the desk. After two slams, Em pulls Jester's head back for a third and...gets nothing. No, instead Jester just clamps his hands to the desk and pushes his head back while Em pushes down, and clearly he's got more power in this situation as Emery finds herself physically unable to push him down for a third time. As she struggles, Jester jabs Emery's face with the side of his head, causing her to automatically release Jester and hold her jaw. This is all the Doom Clown needs, as he grabs Em by the back of her head and throws her entire top section down onto the desk with a splat, the mere force of it stunning her almost immediately. She doesn't move. Not until Jester catches her legs and scoops her up, laying her across the desk as he follows.

MATT STEEL:
This just goes from bad to worse. If they fall on us, I’m throwing you in the way.

MARK SANCTION:
How’s that even going to happen. You’d have like five seconds.

MATT STEEL:
I’d find a way!

Meanwhile, on the inside of the ring for pretty much the last five minutes, while he appears to still be feeling the effects, the Killing Joke did not kill Smith Jones. While the fighter and trickster have been battling over a desk, the Winter Warrior has used this entire time to not only get back to his feet but also to recover, observe what's been happening and finally to form a plan. But as he begins his scheme, Jester has plans of his own. Stood precariously on top of the announcers desk, the Jester guides an Emery who's seen better days back up to a standing position. The desk wobbles. It's the only warning they will get. Jester hooks Em's arm around his neck and head under his arm, grabbing the top of her shorts with his free hand, and the alarm bells begin to go off, exasperated gasps from the crowd.

MARK SANCTION::
NO Jester!

MATT STEEL:
Forget Mark, let me run first!

MARK SANCTION:
What?

MATT STEEL:
He’s already a cripple, Jester, there’s no worse you can do to him. I’m too young and healthy!

MARK SANCTION:
Oh don’t be ridiculous!

With her free hand, Em just elbows. She elbows and elbows until it feels like she's chipping away at it, trying desperately to escape whatever Jester's about to try here. While this happens, Smith steps out onto the apron. Em's elbow strikes have now turned into furious, desperate forearms to the side of Jester. The Funnyman holds but even he can only go so long, feeling the bruise form. The only pain he should feel in his sides are from laughter, not this. Pulling his foot back, he throws his knee up, slap-bang into the mid-section of Emery, bouncing up slightly from the force until she drops into a kneeling position. Jester releases her shortly after, as he plans his next move. But most people in the crowd, admittedly, aren't paying all that much attention, because on the other side of things, Smith has begun to ascend up the turnbuckles.

MARK SANCTION:
Emery fighting back now! She’s....oh. Remember your ‘bad-to-worse’ comment earlier?

MATT STEEL:
What are you...oh you’ve gotta be kidding...

Jester leads Emery back to her feet, holding under her chin. She can feel where Jester has applied his signature war-paint, dried right to the tips of his fingers. That nasty, slimy white paint. She feels it crawl onto her face as Jester pulls her to her feet, and she certainly doesn't appreciate it. Once reaching a standing position, the Lethal Lackeen knocks away Jester's hand and blasts him one more time with another stiff forearm smash, this time to the side of his face. The Doom Clown, like a ropy circus act on a tightrope, manages to maintain his balance.

MARK SANCTION:
She fights him off but Smith’s still climbing! I think he’s going for a really big version of Visual Music.

MATT STEEL:
Aw man, I don’t care what he’s going for! I’ve gotta stop this! YOU TWO! LOOK!

Jester grabs Emery by the back of the head, about to pull her in until Matt Steel jumps out of his chair, alarmed and concerned, as he points. Both Em and Jester look towards the area he's pointing to, that being the top rope where Smith Jones is now stood, his back to both of them, and he is seconds away from jumping!

MATT STEEL:
Right there!

MARK SANCTION:
He wouldn’t.

MATT STEEL:
This is Smith Jones. Of course he would!

Jester looks to Emery, they both look to Smith, then Emery tumbles as she's thrown right off the announcer's desk and to the floor, while Jester scurries up onto the apron, smashing away at the back of Smith Jones. The boos are rising as the Winter Warrior is falling.

MARK SANCTION:
Jester puts an end to it, but that could’ve been much worse.

MATT STEEL:
But the important thing is we are perfectly fine!

Matt places his can of Pepsi on the desk, proud that he has a place to put it. His feet on the apron, Smith is once again eye-level with Jester. The Funnyman clobbers him with right hands, but Smith is definitely not about it. A final right hand thrown by Jester does not hit the mark as Smith lifts his forearm up, blocking it from ever reaching his face and the trapping it under his own arm, like a boxer. Jester's first instinct is to hit with the other arm but he doesn't even get there- Smith is way too fast. Before Jester's arm goes up, he feels sickly, head-heavy and his brain more frazzled than normal after a hard headbutt from Smith. Normally this would be the part where he falls back, but the Winter Warrior has a cunning plan here, which is why he's not released his arm. Jester does drop to his knee on the apron, but Smith still has a grip on him, which he uses. Pulling Jester towards him, he takes the arm of Jester that he has so cleverly secured and hooks it over the back of his neck, grasping the top of Jester's pants with his other hand. The Winter Warrior delays for only one second, making sure that Jester is secured before he lifts him up into the air, the Doom Clown's legs high-up in the sky...until they're not, and Smith reverses the entire sequence, but drops Jester down, front-first on the apron with a loud thud that's so brutal and loud, your blind and deaf grandma heard it and she is cringing, as Jester rolls off onto the outside.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh my God! Did you see how he landed? Did you see that, Matt?

MATT STEEL:
It’s right in front of me, Mark, of course I did!

MARK SANCTION:
Good grief. When it comes to suplexing, Smith Jones has been out in force during this match, and THAT might just be the most brutal thing he’s done so far. Jester might be done after that!

Is Jester done? Maybe. Is Smith done? Don't be daft. The Winter Warrior climbs down off the apron as Emery, using the steel steps to pull herself back to her feet in the background, views the entire situation and decides she doesn't want to buy anything these guys are selling right now, as she rolls under the rope and into the ring, sitting in the corner for a much-needed moment of recovery. The Empire Pro Champion scoops Jester to his feet, leading him to the exact same position the Funnyman's just come from, in front of the announcers desk. Smith glances briefly to Sanction and Steel before pushing Jester into a doubled-over position and shoving his head in between his legs, facing down.

MATT STEEL:
Oh God.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no. Nononono, Smith! Smith, you can’t!

MATT STEEL:
Jester JUST left us alone, don’t bring him back over here!

Despite continued pleas from our announcers, Smith honestly isn't bothered. Hooking around the mid-section of the Man Who Laughs Last, he brings the Jester up, draping his legs over his shoulders. Jester has nowhere to go. As the volume of the crowd goes up, the Jester goes down, crashing right through the announcer's desk with force! Steel's bottle of water goes everywhere. Down goes the clown.

MARK SANCTION:
The Jester goes through our desk here after a powerbomb from Smith Jones, and this crowd has come unglued!

MATT STEEL:
He spilled my fucking water. Bastard! Hope he loses now.

MARK SANCTION:
Everything Jester’s done and spilling your water is the thing that turns you against Smith Jones?

MATT STEEL:
He made it personal!

MARK SANCTION:
You shoulda moved it! What did you think would happen?

MATT STEEL:
Aahhh, coulda-woulda-shoulda. I shouldn’t have had to move it, it’s our desk. Ass.

MARK SANCTION:
Can we focus on the fact Jester might be out of this right now? Because I’m up close to him right now and ladies and gentlemen, he may very well be out of this.

Smith stands over his victim, observing the damage he has done and realising that now would be a perfect opportunity to get rid of him. Down is good. Never a factor in this match again is better. Meanwhile in the ring, the Worst of the Pavees has made her way back to her feet and has observed the entire thing. Jester's been dealt with by Smith, he's not going to stick his nose in, and with another big push Em could take out Smith too. No sooner than when Smith has powerbombed Jester through the table and even slightly indicated he's bringing the Doom Clown into the ring, Em springs into action, legging it across the ring and ripping into the ropes, running towards Smith.

MATT STEEL:
Don’t look now- here comes a kamikaze gypsy running across the ring!

The Winter Warrior turns around, hearing that thunderous, determined stomping across the ring only to find a red-headed ball of fury coming towards him. Leaving Jester in a pile of announcers desk debris, what follows is a moment that leaves everyone completely shocked, as the Trench War Traveller of Union Battleground trailblazes through the middle rope...and right into Smith Jones arms!

MARK SANCTION:
He caught her! The strength and speed of Smith Jones.

MATT STEEL:
Y’know, she’s really not had any good luck with that suicide dive in like three or four matches straight. It’s almost like it’s a terrible idea and she should stop trusting it’ll work out, I dunno.

Holding her like a longdart, he squats down briefly until he falls backward, letting go and allowing Em to spin in the air until she lands back-first on the black crash-matting outside the ring.

MARK SANCTION:
And a fallaway slam on the outside! That crash matting might look padded ladies and gents, but it’s not as padded as you’d believe.

MATT STEEL:
A hard floor’s a hard floor no matter what you pad it with. We don’t wrestle on trampolines here, guys.

Em is dazed. She realises that, once again, she miscalculated a suicide dive, but it's too late. She's already hurt and feeling the pain run through her body. Not given enough time to stop him, a groggy Emery Layton is lifted up from the ground and rolled under the rope, into the ring where Smith Jones follows her, taking the action back within the confines of a squared circle. Jester goes nowhere. As a matter of fact, he's actually being checked by EMTs right now, a big group of them proceeding to move Jester away from the carnage and to a safer point at ringside, just a little corner away from it all. Inside the ring, Smith Jones has pulled himself to his feet, and he is now forcing Em to follow suite. Holding her upright, he claws her forearm and absolutely fires her across the ring. The Lethal Lackeen goes running into the rope, once again, and comes running back where a primed Smith Jones takes her down with a huge, unforgiving dropkick, his foot meeting her right on the forehead. With Em down on the ground, the Winter Warrior tries his luck and hooks the leg for the --

ONE!

TWO!!


And that's all he gets, as Em summons that same will that makes her wake up in the morning to kick out and carry on.

MARK SANCTION:
Emery Layton kicks out, but this match is still firmly in the control of one Smith Jones.

MATT STEEL:
If it's not gonna be in Jester’s control, it’ll be in Smith Jones’ control instead. Don’t forget, this man has gone toe-to-toe with some of the absolute best in the entire world, let alone the XWA. He could easily win the Lord of the Ring final here tonight and if he did, that’s an easy Supreme XWA Championship win for him too. He’s won one of these before, he never cashed in and this could be his big opportunity to rectify that.

MARK SANCTION:
Good points well made, Matt.

MATT STEEL:
He’s still an asshole, though. He spilled my bottle of water. Chilled spring water, Smith. Three words- don’t you ever forget ‘em!

Smith grabs the back of Em's head- much less hair to hang onto than before, possibly due to Jester ripping a chunk of it out earlier- and lifts her back to her feet. Keeping her grounded and at his command, he knocks a few hard right hands into the side of her face, stunning the "dirty, no-good pavee" as she so keenly refers to herself, until he places his hand on the back of Em's head again and pushes her across the ring, back into those ropes. But rather than run to the opposite rope or wait for her, Smith runs directly alongside her bouncing off the rope at the same time as he places his arm around her shoulder and grabs her hand as he stops in one spot, placing one foot behind her leg and taking her right down to the ground at the same time as himself.
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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby DJS » Sat Aug 26, 2017 1:38 am

MARK SANCTION:
Ooh, nice! Quick Russian Leg-Sweep from Smith Jones takes Emery Layton down quickly.

MATT STEEL:
Which is what you wanna do if you’re facing a human jumping-bean like Emery. Like I said before- keep her grounded. And that’s what he’s doing here.

As Smith stands, Em begins to roll. Nothing fancy, she just rolls like a bail of hay across the ring. The suicide dive may not of worked, but this has before. It worked with Laurel Anne Hardy, it can work here. So she keeps rolling like she's Fred Durst in the early days of the century, until she reaches the apron once again. She's got a plan- admittedly, quite a terrible plan, but better than what she had before. Feeling the effects of the leg-sweep- a detriment to the back of her head and shoulders, no less- she begins to climb up to her feet using the ropes. Smith is far too keen to just allow Emery to enact whatever she's about to enact, and so he jumps to his feet and splutters across the ring towards her. Trying to pull her back in the ring, the Lackeen truly is Lethal as she drills him in the side of the head with a big forearm smash, repelling him like a magnet. Smith doubles back as Emery grabs onto that top rope, pulling herself into the air, her feet bouncing off the top rope as she goes flying towards the one-time Lord of the Ring.

MARK SANCTION:
Em throws caution to the wind here- will it pay off?

But Smith Jones is a tactical genius. He knew what was coming. Emery Layton is known for many things- travelling, occasional thievery, shaggy-dog stories and an unhealthy fandom of Kate Bush- but one of the biggest things she's known for is her high-flying style. Only someone genuinely ignorant would be unaware of that. Smith Jones is not ignorant. As Em comes zooming towards him, the Worst of the Pavees finds herself captured, as Smith Jones drops down onto his back, but catches her leg with both hands and forces her forward, connecting face-first on the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
Ohh ohh- what a reversal! I’ve never seen anything like that before! Smith Jones absolutely scouting Emery Layton’s offense, there.

MATT STEEL:
Did he really just take her down with a drop toe-hold in mid-air?

MARK SANCTION:
Yes sir, I believe he did, and now the Lethal Lackeen is in trouble!

But Smith isn't finished there. He's still got hold of Emery's leg. He's planned for this exact moment all night. Flipping her over onto her front, Smith holds one leg as he snatches the other, crossing them both other as he spins around, adding even more pressure to Emery's trapped ankle and dropping down onto his back, imprisoning her. She has nowhere to go. Emery can only face the pain that is mounting.

MARK SANCTION:
Figure four locked in!

MATT STEEL:
She’s got nowhere to go!

MARK SANCTION:
And of course, even if she did, if she grabs the rope, Smith doesn’t need to break the hold to avoid getting disqualified. This is No DQ! She either gets out of this by her own merit or she taps- there’s no in-between or no easy way out here.

Smith keeps that lock firmly in place, as Em feels like her legs are about to detach from her body. She's stuck...unless she can find a way out of it. Screaming in pain, her hands involuntarily clench into a fist. As mad as it sounds, it's the only thing keeping her alive here- another thing to concentrate on that isn't the pain. Trying to move her leg proves absolutely useless, and only makes Smith tighten that figure-four even more. She's not getting out. It's just not happening, and in that moment she accepts the situation for what it is. But just because she accepts it, doesn't mean she's given up. The one thing she's learned from teaming with a technician like Adam Fenric- there's always another way. So, she begins to sway her upper body side-to-side. She moves with increasing ferocity with every sway, getting to the point where she begins to turn over, until she flops- in quite an unorthodox manner- onto her front...but only her upper body. She's essentially twisted herself in the middle of the ring.

MATT STEEL:
Man, what the hell is she doing?

MARK SANCTION:
I think she’s trying to get out of the hold, but she just seems to be twisting her body even more.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, really. If she keeps going like this, she’s just gonna end up snapping her spine as well as her legs. This is NOT a good way of going about it.

If it wasn't just her legs that were hurting, now her mid-section is too what with the twist. Pain has turned to agony. Placing her hands on the mat for support, the pain is unmitigated. Her face winces with every second. But she's in position. She's got a bit of leeway, she can feel it. She just needs to pull. He's heavier than her, yes. He's got it locked in hard, yes. But with every passing moment she wants this to end more, and this is the only way. Like she's got a massive bolder attached to her, she pushes, she pulls. and Smith can feel it. He can feel her legs trying to pull him over...but he remains firm. He remains in one position. Em smashes down on the mat in frustration, untwisting herself for one, big, horrible pull as flips onto her front and rips Smith like a page from the ground, his front now also facing the ground...but with his knees being pressed right into the mat by Emery, who is holding herself up and pressing her feet down. Smith is now trapped.

MARK SANCTION:
She’s reversed it! Emery- eventually- turns Smith Jones over and turns the Figure Four against him!

MATT STEEL:
For the amount of work that just took, I sure hope it pays off!

MARK SANCTION:
And now Smith Jones is also feeling the pain here!

It is now Smith Jones feeling the pain as Emery Layton pushes his knees down more and more. The pain works its way down his entire leg, burning like a sun. He too is trapped in a situation where he either gets out of this or he taps. He is not going to tap, that's not even on the table. He has to get out of it or reverse it in some way. And much like the game-planner we've come to know Smith as, he plays Emery at her own game, acting in a way we've seen her act many a time- he mirrors her. She turned him over and got him into this predicament. Now, after a few seconds moving side to side, he takes back control as he turns her back into the figure-four!

MATT STEEL:
Ooohhhh, God.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones flips Emery Layton back into the Figure Four leglock!

MATT STEEL:
Looks like he’s locked it in tighter, too. If you’re Emery Layton, there’s no getting out of this situation on your own.

Em drops onto her back, frustrated. Her hands are over her face, as she feels the very opportunity she fought for so long to get just slipping away. And it's her fault. It's all her stupid fault again. That pain she just had a short break from returns, and how. It somehow feels twice as bad this time. 'Don't give up' is one thing, but everyone has their limits, even Emery Layton. Smith Jones, on the other hand, keeps that lock on, as he feels the Lord of the Ring in the palm of his hand. He left and came back to reclaim the prize he never lost, and he's about to get one step closer to getting it all back. Her hand raises in the air.

MARK SANCTION:
She’s gonna tap!

MATT STEEL:
First elimination coming, ladies and gents!

But then...

MARK SANCTION:
Wait a goddamn minute!

MATT STEEL:
JESTER!

Almost deafening are the boos that fill the airwaves now. Having crawled back into the fray, a vicious Jester stomps away at the Winter Warrior's mid-section. The alarm bells started ringing as soon as Emery's hand went up, and that’s when Jester pushed the EMTs away and darted under the ropes and into the ring. Smith's already damaged him enough- no more. As Jester kicks away, Smith has absolutely no choice than to release the hold. Jester's plan continues, as does Emery's legal appearance in this match.

MARK SANCTION:
Jester has come in and completely stolen everyone’s thunder here. He has, once again, become the focal point of the action here.

MATT STEEL:
And if he hadn’t got involved, Emery Layton may very well have tapped out right there and then. Jester, once again, directly targets Smith Jones and prevents a situation where Emery could be eliminated from taking place.

MARK SANCTION:
Good point, Matt, good point.

MATT STEEL:
Not just a pretty face.

MARK SANCTION:
But I suppose with the fact Smith Jones has been Lord of the Ring before, with the fact that he could win one of these matches any day, he’s the guy to get rid of.

With Smith now holding his shrieking abdomen, he watches as Emery rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside, right in front of him. But there's no time for that right now. Jester pulls the one-and-future (?) Lord to his feet, seizing his wrist. A pained Smith is pulled towards Jester…

MATT STEEL:
You said Jester was trying to get rid of him?

MARK SANCTION:
Jester- he’s going for “No Laughing Matter”...

But Smith ducks under Jester's arm…

MATT STEEL:
No he’s not!

MARK SANCTION:
Smith avoids it--

The Winter Warrior goes behind, putting both hands over Jester's face as he falls backwards, bringing his knee up against the back of Jester's neck and bringing him down with authority for the…

MARK SANCTION:
POINT OF CONTROVERSY!

MATT STEEL:
That’s it- he’s done. We’re done!

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones narrowly avoids No Laughing Matter and pulls out a Point of Controversy!

MATT STEEL:
Hey, remember the part where I said- ‘we’re done’? Don’t hold your breath just yet...

Jester is once again down. With a Point of Controversy, he's put an end to the Doom Clown's twisted plan. He's finished him off. He did it...so why are those fans in the front row looking behind him? Couldn't be Emery, she rolled out of the ring, right in front of him. The only way she could've got behind him is if she did exactly what she did with Trace Demon and crawled under the-- ah. Of course.

MATT STEEL:
I think she’s done it again, we’ve seen this before from Emery Layton. She rolled out of the ring in order to go under it, crawl along and pop up behind someone from under the ringskirt, but this time she’s climbing to the top rope.

MARK SANCTION:
And Smith’s in perfect position, too. We almost saw No Laughing Matter, we just saw the Point of Controversy...are we about to see the Prikasa, too?

Without even a moment's hesitation, Smith turns his entire body and runs right towards the corner. Sure enough, she's up there, setting herself up for the move that has finished off so many. Well not today. It's not going to be the move that finishes off Smith Jones. By the time she's positioned herself on that top rope, she's got no time to prepare for a running Smith Jones, who is cat-like in his reflexes as he pounces up onto the middle rope and thrusts into Emery with a hard knee to the mid-section. The Worst of the Pavees stops immediately, almost falling off the side of the turnbuckle...until Smith catches her.

MATT STEEL:
Uh-oh.

MARK SANCTION:
No Prikasa just yet, then. Smith Jones is right there with her, unless she can push him back.

MATT STEEL:
I don’t think that’d be a wise idea, he could easily drag her down with him.

MARK SANCTION:
They’re in a precarious situation up there. This could get very ugly, very fast.

The Winter Warrior holds the Journeylass in place, as he puts one foot on the top rope and keeps his other foot on the middle rope. It's barely even a few seconds before Smith hooks Emery's head under his arm and her arm over his shoulder that people begin to figure out what's going on.

MARK SANCTION:
No…

MATT STEEL:
What does he think he’s doing?

MARK SANCTION:
Oh Matt, you know exactly what he’s thinking- he’s about to superplex the hell out of Emery Layton!

MATT STEEL:
And it’s why I can’t get behind him 100% in this one. If this goes South, you’re playing right into Jester’s hands. He’s beat you both, seconds apart. All he’d have to do is crawl.

MARK SANCTION:
Forget Jester- what about Smith? What about Emery? The well-being of two competitors is on the line here. Smith Jones, for the love of God, please don’t do this!

And now Emery realises too. Once again, she finds herself in a position where something really terrible is about to happen to her, but unlike the table or the figure four, in lieu of the ropes exploding and the ring collapsing, nothing can save her this time. It's all down to her. She has to fight her way out of this and good lord, doesn't she just. She just hits at him. No direction, no calculation, just straight up walloping away at Smith Jones. Jester turns over onto his front, unable to really move but nonetheless able to see what's going on. Smith Jones realises there's an outside chance he may fall if Em persists here, so as a precaution he brings his feet down onto the second rope, but on the outside of the ring, almost in a sitting position. A savage forearm smash to the side of the head finally gets Smith to release his grip before Emery climbs down off the side of the turnbuckle. Slowly moving onto the apron right to the side of Smith, she holds the top rope and closes her eyes...to reassure herself. She can do this. It won't go wrong. It can't.

MATT STEEL:
Emery fights out of it--

MARK SANCTION:
Thank God.

MATT STEEL:
--I don’t think she’s called it quits just yet, though. She’s got Smith sat in position, she’s left him there...what’s she planning?

MARK SANCTION:
I dunno...but how could anything be worse than a superplex?

Just like the last time, Em holds on and- putting all her faith into it that top rope- she catapults herself into the air. Manchester, the XWA and the world gasp as Emery bounces off the top rope, spins in the air and wraps her legs around Smith's head, flipping backwards in the air as she drags Smith off the corner turnbuckle and right back down onto the ground. Anyone currently still sat down during this match jump out of their seats like they have springs attached to them, as both Emery and Smith ferociously hit the mat.

MARK SANCTION:
OH MY GOD!

MATT STEEL:
Holy sh…

MARK SANCTION:
A Reverse Frankensteiner from the top rope takes both of them out and...they’re not moving. They’re out of it, surely? They can’t continue. NO one could keep going after that.

The verdict of the fans in attendance?

"Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit! Ho-ly shit!"

MARK SANCTION:
I’m with these fans in Manchester, this is madness.

Em and Smith lie in place, their backs to the mat and eyes facing those lights the night's sky of the open-roofed stadium. Neither person moves a muscle. But they're not out of the jungle just yet- there's a snake still slithering around the ring, and it's wearing black and while paint on it's face. Having witnessed the entire sequence, Jester crawls across to Smith Jones, hooking his leg.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh come on. Not this way!

MATT STEEL:
What’d I just say? What did I JUST say? They played right into Jester’s plan. The new Lord of the Ring is here ladies and gentlemen, and he’s wearing red and white facepaint.

The cheering turns to annoyed booing, but still Tickles counts...

ONE!

TWO!!


But Smith Jones does NOT die!

MATT STEEL:
WHAT?

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones STILL in this. Jester is in shock and admittedly, so am I.

MATT STEEL:
He keeps finding the will to keep going, somewhere. All of them do. Every single person is still in this match because they absolutely want to become Lord of the Ring and earn that opportunity to challenge for the Supreme XWA title whenever they want. That’s what’s on the line here, and these guys are ripping each other apart for it.

Jester sits up, for the first time in this match, displaying a look of quiet displeasure. All three competitors are back in the ring for the first time in a while, but in very different predicaments than previously. Smith's on the floor, Em's trying to pick herself back up but having so much trouble you'd think she's Bambi on the ice and Jester's sat up, shaking his head in disbelief at everything that's going on. The Doom Clown rises from the ground, by which point Em has regained her balance. Her knee is absolutely killing her. Her legs feel like they've been through a giant blender but she keeps going as she staggers towards Jester. The Funnyman of the XWA feels it as she grabs his hair- akin to the way he did earlier- and attempts to pull him towards her...

MARK SANCTION:
A wobbly Emery trying to take control of this match but, I mean...well, look at her. She’s in no condition to be doing anything like that right now.

But Jester ducks under her arm, catching her wrist and pulling her towards him. With his other arm, he hooks her leg and pulls her up onto his shoulders, carrying her like fireman in a burning building, but the only thing to come crashing and burning right now is the Worst of the Pavees, as Jester pushes her leg up into the air, dropping to his knee as Em flips like a doomed pancake and the back of her head smashes into the spiked Doom Clown's knee! Em holds her cranium with both hands as Jester nudges her away with the bottom of his foot, right into the corner. She's not going anywhere. Jester slowly pivots his upper body and glares at Smith Jones- now lying on his side, trying to get back to his feet.

MATT STEEL:
Jester pulling out what I believe is referred to as an ushigoroshi there- hope I pronounced that right- only adding to the pain Emery Layton must be feeling, and now he’s turning his attention to Smith Jones again.

The Jester steps forward, licking his bottom lip, tasting the horrible red paint but bizarrely quite liking it. Hooking his hands around the head of Smith, he pulls the Winter Warrior to his feet- groggy, slow but ultimately still trying. Jester grabs Smith Jones' wrist and pulls him in, spiking his elbow--

MATT STEEL:
No Laughing Matter--

But Smith ducks under again, just as with last time![/b][/color]

MARK SANCTION:
--But Smith Jones escapes AGAIN!

Now behind Jester, he pushes the Doom Clown into the rope, front-first, and Jester comes tumbling backwards.Smith Jones, raging against the dying of the light, puts both arms under the Jester's, reaching around behind his neck, until finally he throws the battered clown backwards- right over his head- throwing him half-way across the ring!

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones with a full-nelson suplex stopping Jester in his tracks!

MATT STEEL:
But can he follow up? Can Smith Jones follow up?

Smith crawls towards him, throwing a single arm of Jester's shoulder. Tickles makes that count-

MARK SANCTION:
We’re about to find out, Matt--

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE--
No!

Smith looks up. He hears no call from Hana Ramierez. He hears no cheers- only a disappointed, frustrated guttural noise emerging from the crowd.

MARK SANCTION:
What’s it going to take? What on Earth is it going to take to put Jester or any of these men away. They can’t have much left in the tank...

But Smith Jones is no quitter. He is not a man that backs down or gives up. And so, once more into the breach. Once more towards destiny. Looking down as he rises to his feet, he notices Jester. The whiteface clown has become the tragic clown here, as he crawls forward. He coughs. He splutters. He whimpers like a dying dog. Smith Jones leans down, taking Jester into his custody as he prepares to finally finish him off. But that's just the problem. Earlier, he was comparable to a horror movie villain. But now? Who knows. One thing you should know, though. What do all the best horror movies get eventually?

A sequel.


MARK SANCTION:
WAIT A MINUTE!

Jester grabs Smith's wrist, completely changing his demeanor from a few seconds ago.

MATT STEEL:
What the--

Pulling him forwards, Jester's elbow comes into contact with the Winter Warrior's head, knocking him down to the ground immediately!

MARK SANCTION:
NO LAUGHING MATTER!

MATT STEEL:
He got it!

MARK SANCTION:
Where did THAT come from?

MATT STEEL:
One big push can do a lot, Mark. I think we just saw the last of Smith Jones...

Dramatic cries of 'no!' can be heard from every corner of the stadium, as Jester makes the cover for the--

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE--
But Smith Jones kicks out.

MATT STEEL:
HOW?

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones. Does. NOT. Quit!

Jester cannot believe it. He looks to Tickles. There's no way that didn't work! He has a right go at the veteran referee, who it turns out is absolutely correct and it definitely was not a three-count. Smith Jones did not kick out. That light's still burning.

MATT STEEL:
How is this still going on?

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones avoids elimination. He wants to become the 2017 Lord of the Ring so badly, he is putting up all the fight he has in him to make it happen.

MATT STEEL:
But how long can he keep doing that?

Jester pulls Smith back to his feet, the Winter Warrior stammering and struggling to stay in one still position for more than a second. Jester snatches Smith's forearm, pulling him forward once again- but Smith ducks under! Putting both his hands over Jester's face, he pulls back. It's just like last time Smith went for the Point of Controversy...but this time Jester's right in front of the rope, which he catches hold of right before Smith falls onto his back, empty-handed.

MARK SANCTION:
And now Jester avoids Smith--

Holding his lower-back, Smith falters to his feet. Jester turns.

--WHACK!--

Jester absolutely bashes the side of Smith's head with the elbow. No one is cheering or laughing or pleased. Everyone knows this is No Laughing Matter.

MATT STEEL:
No Laughing Matter for the SECOND time!

Jester makes that count-

ONE!

TWO!!

...


THREE!!!

MATT STEEL:
He’s OUT!

MARK SANCTION:
What...was that three?

MATT STEEL:
That was three!

Hana Ramierez rises from her seat, mic in hand. Even she’s a little weary until Tickles gives her the nod, to confirm.[/b][/color]

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Sm...Smith Jones has been ELIMINATED!

Imagine surprise and horror vocalised into a single sound by thousands of people. That is exactly what follows as the world hears Smith Jones has been eliminated. The Winter Warrior sits up. He's only just realised what happened. Shaking his head of cobwebs, Smith rolls out of the ring as Jester uses the corner to slowly lift himself back up to his feet. Even Emery is shook by the fact Smith is gone, now sat up against the other corner.

MARK SANCTION:
Color me shocked, ladies and gentlemen. I cannot believe it.

MATT STEEL:
But we’re down to two, people. We are down to the final two of the Lord of the Ring- the ‘Doom Clown’ Jester and the ‘Worst of the Pavees’ Emery Layton.

As Smith walks down the ramp, a stadium-wide standing ovation follows. He looks out, and as he does, the arena breaks back out into the Amarillo chants of earlier in the match-

"Sha-la-la-la-lala-la-SMITH JONES! Sha-la-la-la-lala-la-SMITH JONES! Sha-la-la-la-lala-la..."

MARK SANCTION:
The respect and admiration for Smith Jones from this crowd and the world of the XWA right now is off the charts and well-deserved. That man fought with every fibre of his being. He never gave in. Tomorrow is another opportunity.

Smith Jones walks up the ramp, leaving a sea of appreciative fans, but that appreciation slowly turns to booing as they notice the diabolical madman Jester crawling and then resting his head on the bottom rope as he watches the Winter Warrior's ascent, a massive, cheesy grin on his face as he waves him off slowly. Bye-byeeee he mouths, and Manchester most certainly doesn't like it. Emery watches as Smith leaves, and then turns her attention to Jester, as she pulls on the middle rope to pull herself up from the corner, holding the back of her head. There is no twinkle in her eye or playful demeanor.

MARK SANCTION:
These fans not liking the fact Jester is mocking Smith Jones as he returns to the lockerroom, as they shouldn’t, but ladies and gentlemen, it’s official. We are down to our FINAL two! It all comes down to this- The Jester or Emery Layton are about to become the 2017 Lord of the Ring, guaranteeing them a shot at the Supreme XWA Championship any time they choose for up to a year. This is IT! Lord of the Ring Summer is about to conclude!

MATT STEEL:
Yeahyeah, enough pomp and circumstance for a minute, maybe Jester should pay attention to what’s going on around him instead of a guy who’s been eliminated...

Jester begins to use those ropes as rungs to return to a standing position, but his back is turned to Emery the entire time. He cannot see the focused gaze coming from the face of the Lethal Lackeen.

MATT STEEL:
I’m serious, Jester! For God’s sake, you’re still in the match! This is a mistake! What are you doing?

MARK SANCTION:
Emery Layton’s feeling it!

As Jester rises, Emery stomps across the ring. The Man Who Laughs Last is not laughing as he turns around. As far as he's aware, Em's still in the corner, at his disposal. He has no idea that she's heading for him, but he does as soon as he pivots his entire body, only to be met with the knee of a leaping Emery Layton, who falls onto her back as she knocks the side of his head, and he goes tumbling back-first onto the ground, feeling like he's just been hit in the head with a forceful wind of pure, unforgiving knee.

MARK SANCTION:
EAT THE MUSIC! Jester eats that music and it might taste like defeat, ladies and gentlemen.

MATT STEEL:
She hurt her knee!

MARK SANCTION:
Huh?

MATT STEEL:
I remember it looked as though she did something to her knee during that whole figure four business earlier with Smith Jones, and I think she just used that very knee to hit Jester. This is exactly the sort of poor planning Adam Fenric gives her shit for!

Normally this would all be proceeded with a Prikasa, a pin-fall and then everyone going home happy that Emery's pulled out another win. But this is no ordinary match nor ordinary opponent. And more to the point, as you should remember- Emery's had a terrible problem with her right knee ever since that figure four leg lock...and she just hit Jester with that very knee. The entire match comes to a stand-still as Jester rolls onto his side, holding his jaw, and Emery, feeling like she's just pushed it in, holds her knee and winces in pain.

MATT STEEL:
Yeah, she’s hurt, people. I dunno if she’ll be able to carry on.

MARK SANCTION:
What are you talking about? This is Emery Layton- when have you ever seen her give up, Steel?

MATT STEEL:
We’ve not seen her fight through while injured yet. A black-eye and a few bruises ain’t nothing compared to this. These three have been killing each other tonight all to become Lord of the Ring and trust me when I tell you, there is MUCH more coming.

Emery is hounded by Tickles, checking if she's alright and she punches the ground in frustration. Why? Why did she do that? She rolls onto her side, cradling her knee close to her chest. Meanwhile Jester, still holding his jaw, uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, spotting Em's knee problems with a terrifying, predatory, thousand-mile state. He knows she did something silly there, she does too. And now she's going to pay for it. Staggering across to Em, he reaches down and takes her other leg, not the one Em is favoring the knee of right now, and pulls her into the middle of the ring. She scrapes at the floor and scratches like she's being dragged away by a ferocious monster, but it's not helping her at all. Jester stomps down on the Worst of the Pavees' mid-section and stomps a further two times before Emery releases her knee. Jester catches her bad leg, looking down at Em. The Lethal Lackeen looks up, and it's like she's seen the face of the devil himself staring back at her. He hooks her bad leg under his arm.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no.

MATT STEEL:
And here we go- Jester’s caught your weakness!

MARK SANCTION:
He’s gonna snap her knee off her leg!

As the Jester tries to turn Emery around, she realises she still has a free leg left, which she uses to desperately kick away at. Just kicking and kicking...until Jester catches her other leg, hooking that under his other arm. Em tries to fight it but ultimately she's unsuccessful in stopping Jester turning her over onto her front, as he locks in the hold. Her right knee shrieks.

MARK SANCTION:
NO! Jester’s got that Boston crab locked in!

MATT STEEL:
Genius! He’s found the weakness and rather than go all-guns-blazing like he has throughout this explosive match, he’s slowing the pace down and working on her leg.

MARK SANCTION:
For the second time, Emery is locked into a submission that she either escapes or taps out to.

MATT STEEL:
I think at this rate she’d be lucky if her limbs don’t just detach from her body. She’s being pulled to bits here!

Emery, once again, finds herself stuck in a rut as Jester cranks that Boston crab on. Screaming in pain, her fists clenched, Emery Layton fights the pain. Once again, she cannot reach for a rope to stop this. It's either fight out or submit. Tickles is right there, in her ear, asking if she gives up. And every single time, she tells him that she does not. Every single time, she shakes her head, defiantly. If her knee was sentient, it'd be giving her an absolute shouting down right now for carrying on, but she absolutely doesn't want it to end like this. If it has to end, it shouldn't be because she gave in. And yet still, Tickles persists- 'do ya give' here, 'gonna submit?' there. Jester, blood now running out of his mouth after 'eating the music' as it were, relishes every single scream he hears from her. At the end of the day, even if she doesn't submit here, he's caused damage. He's amplified the damage.

Emery can't give in. She refuses outright to give in every time she's asked, but that's worthless if she's not going to make the effort to get out of this. She's just prolonging the inevitable. She needs to be proactive. Both hands down onto the mat, she pushes herself up, trying to sway herself from side to side, but this isn't like the figure-four leg lock earlier. Jester isn't going to budge, and it's not long before Em realises this. Can't give up- what else is there? What did she do before? Of course...she tried to remove her leg. The problem with that is one of them is becoming increasingly useless because of her knee and needs to be kept out of harm- well, as much as is possible during a match with someone like Jester. It can't be her right leg, then. Has to be the left. But if he knows she needs the left leg, he'll just tighten the grip and that plan's out of the water. But if he tightens the grip on one leg, he might loosen the other leg. Or he might not. What she comes up with next may be the worst, most destructive plan she could come up with in this situation...but with Tickles hassling her and Jester cranking that crab on, it's the only plan she's got.

Slowly, and with a hint of regret, she begins to waggle...her right leg. Just a little bit, nothing big. Then she stops. Jester keeps the lock on. Tickles keeps 'do ya give'-ing.

A few seconds later, she begins to move her right leg a bit more aggressively. Then she stops. Jester keeps the lock on. Tickles keeps 'do ya give'-ing.

Now, rather than aggressively, it starts getting a little more desperate, as she pulls her foot back and forth, like she's trying to pick the lock of a giant door with her toes.Jester keeps the lock on, but looks down at her knee. He can feel her trying to pull her right leg out, helplessly. And why wouldn't she? Especially with all of the knee problems. Pathetic. She clearly cares a lot about her bad knee right now...so maybe it's time to take an extra special interest in it. Who knows- maybe that's the key. So, putting all his attention on the right knee, he releases the left leg and puts all of his weight into a half-crab, targeting the bad knee of Emery Layton. He's completely ruined her plan here. Well, he thinks.

All Emery needed was one leg free- her good, working left leg. Give her the Oscar because her plan worked, but now, even with an increased focus on her injured knee, she's gonna have to follow up.


MARK SANCTION:
Oh God, it just gets worse.

MATT STEEL:
I think she was trying to get her bad leg out, which only lead to Jester focusing all of his power on the injured knee.

MARK SANCTION:
But she’d know Jester was too savvy to allow that, surely.

MATT STEEL:
What are you saying? Like, this was part of a plan? She’s not going to cause more damage to herself deliberately, Mark. I know this is Emery Layton and she’s not the sharpest knife in the draw, but come on.

MARK SANCTION:
Maybe not...but she did just half-free herself, sort of…she might be heading somewhere with this. The optimist in me talking here, of course.

MATT STEEL:
Well she better head there quicker. The only way she’s headed right now is straight into a wheelchair if she doesn’t tap out soon.

With Jester now at the point of trying to rip her right leg off, Em once again buts both hands- palm-flat- on the ground, but now with the added support of being able to put her knee down there as well, she spins her entire body around on the ground. Jester maintains his grip on the leg, but the sheer force of Emery moving the other seventy-five percent of her body as well as the damage and overall wobbly-ness of Jester at this point in the match causes him to lose his balance and move his foot backwards, moving right over the body of Emery until she is looking up at him one again. He still has her right leg, but Emery uses this to pull herself up to her foot. She's eye-level with Jester until, seconds later, she lifts her left leg and clocks Jester in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground with a ferocious--

MARK SANCTION:
Enziguri!

MATT STEEL:
And now both other them are down!

MARK SANCTION:
This is just the match that...oh wait, is this it? Emery’s going for a fall...

Crawling towards Jester, she tries her luck as she hooks for the pin and gets a- [/b][/color]

ONE!

TWO!!

THR--
Not enough.

MARK SANCTION:
Dammit!

MATT STEEL:
Man, if putting him through a table and a Point of Controversy wasn’t enough, I dunno that an enziguri would’ve done it. That’s desperation talking there. She’s trying anything, now.

The Worst of the Pavees rolls over onto her back, taking a moment to breathe. Jester, on the other hand, rolls onto his side, and continues to roll until he goes under the bottom rope and flops to the outside, once again in front of the announcers desk. Beginning to crawl towards the barricade, he realises that Emery's probably going nowhere. He does not have time nor desire to 'breathe', especially as he looks to his side to see that golden ring on a plinth, the key to taking the Supreme XWA title all for himself and bringing about a terrible and even more chaotic version of the very promotion he occupies today. He got rid of Smith Jones so that he could get here. He can get rid of a damaged Emery Layton. Using the apron as leverage, he drags himself up and approaches the timekeepers' area. Moving a member of ringside staff out of the way, he reaches for the steel chair the staff member was just sat on and pulls it away, right over the shoulder of Hana Ramierez, and the Doom Clown is mesmerised, possibly due to the amount of punishment he can inflict.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh no, what’s he doing now?

MATT STEEL:
There's no disqualifications, the gloves are off. In this match, Emery can be as tenacious as she wants, but she won’t be rewarded for it. She’s not the hunter, she’s the prey. She was prey the minute she stepped into that ring.

Stepping back towards the ring, he drags the chair along with him, a cringy, screeching noise from the steel running across the ground. Throwing it under the ropes, he follows it into the ring, now stalking Emery, who has started to pull herself to her feet- though stumbling briefly under the weight of her knee. Her back is turned as Jester's eyes are fixed on every single movement of the Tag Team Champion.

MATT STEEL:
Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves and close your eyes if you don’t wanna see squished pikey brains on your screen.

Finally regaining her balance, Em turns around and a thousand voices scream in terror as Jester raises the chair high up in the air and charges Emery...but runs right into a forearm smash!

MARK SANCTION:
Wait- Emery’s fighting back!

Another forearm smash!

MARK SANCTION:
YES! Come on- one more time!

Jester drops the chair, dazed and unbalanced, and Emery is about to go for a third forearm smash, a bit one to finish him off, but as she throws her arm, Jester catches her- completing the horror movie trilogy!- and pulls her towards him, raising his knee to her head and knocking her right to the ground!

MATT STEEL:
Killing Joke!

MARK SANCTION:
Godammit! God. Dammit! Emery was doing so well.

MATT STEEL:
Was she, Mark? Was she? How long before this stops being Emery ‘going the distance’ and starts becoming tragic, ‘cause we’ve crossed that line already.

The Lethal Lackeen lies prone on the ground, blood now beginning to drip from her nose. Jester has fallen backwards into the ropes, only catching the top rope in order to keep himself from fully dropping to the mat. Lifting himself up, he eyes the steel chair, and then Emery’s right knee, and then the chair again. Approaching the chair, he picks it back up and stares at it thoughtfully. Simply walloping away at her with the chair would be nice, but not really too satisfying. No, she deserves total pain. Complete and utter agony, even more than she’s seen already. He nods, as he drags her closer to the corner and carefully places the chair right over her knee, before moving backwards.

MARK SANCTION:
I do not like this at all.

MATT STEEL:
Whatever he’s planning, it’s not good and if I were Emery, I’d be trying everything I could to avoid it but...man, does she even have it her anymore?

Slowly, he begins to climb up the ropes, stopping as he reaches the second rope. This is where he stops for a moment, soaking up the panic in the air. Oh, how he loves it. Moments like this- it’s what gets him out of bed in the morning. He’s about to completely destroy her knee, and he couldn’t be more pleased.

MARK SANCTION:
Oh come on. Is beating her not enough? You gotta try and injure her too? You sick, sick human being! I hope you lose your cash-in, dammit!

MATT STEEL:
Oh, you’ve lost hope for Emery winning now?

MARK SANCTION:
I’m not confident. Put it that way.

With a smirk, the Doom Clown drops from second turnbuckle. His foot is heading towards that chair. There is nothing in the entire world that can stop him...

...Until Emery Layton brings her left foot up, impaling the Jester’s chin on the bottom of her boot!


MATT STEEL:
Oh my GOD!

MARK SANCTION:
YES! She stopped him!

Jester falls backwards into the rope again, this time reaching for the top rope until it slips out of his hand and he drops into a sitting position. Emery rises to her feet, limping really badly as blood now gushes from her nose, running all down her face. As Jester tries to pull himself back up, stunned and unsteady, Emery looks around. She can’t run, she can’t really jump at him or dropkick him, so what can she do? The answer, it seems, is lying at her feet. Literally.

MATT STEEL:
She gonna hit him with the chair now?

MARK SANCTION:
Oh, I hope so. I really hope so. After everything Jester has done, he deserves to get what’s coming to him. He really, really does.

She peers down at the steel chair, then at Jester, who’s beginning to attune himself again. Snarling, normally she’d think herself above the use of weapons unless in an environment where she needs to. But this man has done so much damage, caused so much misery, right now she cannot think of anyone who deserves it more. Swiping the steel-chair up as Jester returns to his feet, she swings the big hunk of metal in front of her…

MARK SANCTION:
She hits- yes!

But Jester ducks! And not only does he duck, he ask catches the chair and yanks it away![/b][/color]

MARK SANCTION:
No!

MATT STEEL:
Now he’s got the chair!

The Jester now has the power, and he knows it. No smile, no laughter, he’s got evil intentions and chair, which is always a terrible mix. Emery nearly loses balance, falling forwards. Her knee screams at her. Time to end it. Jester lunges with the chair.

MARK SANCTION:
What’s--

MATT STEEL:
He’s gonna--

MARK SANCTION:
She’s about to--

Em turns. Somewhere Adam Fenric nods with satisfaction as Jester runs forward. All guns blazing. The Lethal Lackeen kicks back, Jester immediately met with a hard boot- it’s just like how Jester started this match off with Emery, the superkick that started it all, thrown back at Jester...but this time there’s a chair, which Emery kicks hard into the face of Jester. The clown is, again, down.

MARK & MATT:
Ooooohhh!!

MARK SANCTION:
Revenge for that first superkick!

MATT STEEL:
Is that it? Do we start and end with superkicks?

MARK SANCTION:
I dunno but...wait, she used her right leg. Oh no. She used her right leg, didn’t she?

MATT STEEL:
That could be a problem.

Jester is not the only victim in this. Em drops to the mat herself, holding her right knee. She had used that leg, really without thinking. The blood down her face and sweat on her forehead is joined by tears from the pain. Emery checks on Jester, who is down, but stirring. She knows what she needs to do, she just needs to get there before Jester can stop her. And so begins the race. Jester flops onto his front, shoving his arm over the bottom rope. Like a wheel, she rolls out, reaching the apron where she begins to pull herself up, using the ropes as leverage. On the inside of the ring, Jester grabs the middle rope, shoving his knee forward, his other hand in a fist, on the floor, pushing himself up. On the outside, Em can see Jester rising, and she’s limping. You’ve never seen someone limp so fast in your life, because she knows if this doesn’t work...oh if this doesn’t work…

MARK SANCTION:
She’s going up top, I think she’s going for the Prikasa again. Jester needs to be on his feet, but if she wants to avoid the situation she encountered with Smith Jones, she’ll need to make sure she’s ready before Jester is.

MATT STEEL:
And she better hurry, he’s pulling himself together here. I mean he looks pretty beat up, but he’s getting there!

Emery climbs those turnbuckles, every time a name coming into her head. El Conejo a Dos- first turnbuckle, climbed. Minka Carter- second turnbuckle, climbed. Trace Demon- on the top rope, looking down. There’s only one name left. He turns around- battered, as a man who’s been put through tables, hit with finisher after finisher and smacked with chairs would be. The final name, Jester.

Emery leaps off the top rope. Eyes closed. Deep breath.


MARK SANCTION:
Here she goes!

She puts her hands around Jester’s neck, as she plummets.

MARK SANCTION:
PRIKASA!! THE PRIKASA!

Bang.

Both of them lie there, flat-out.

Emery throws one shoulder in the air and an arm over Jester. It’s all she can manage. Tickles drops to count. Those names run through her head once again.

El Conejo.


ONE!

Minka.

TWO!!

Trace.



THREE!!!

Jester.

MARK SANCTION:
We have a NEW LORD OF THE RING!

MATT STEEL:
My God. She did it. I dunno how, but she did it. What a fucking match. I don’t think I’ve seen one like that for a very long time. And I don’t think I’ll see one like it for a long time after this either.

Emery holds her hands over her face, as the entire Etihad Stadium erupts. The bell rings and Hana Ramierez jumps to her feet.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this contest and the 2017 LORD OF THE RING...EMERY LAYTON!

Hardship is over. Emery laboriously sits up. A mix of blood, sweat, tears and running mascara on her face as Tickles leans down and presents her with the ring. As Emery takes it, she’s surprised that it’s real gold but it’s not even seconds before she realises she cannot contain her emotion and a massive waterfall of tears runs down her face all at once. Pulling herself up, she puts the ring on her finger before raising her fist in the air to a massive, massive ovation.

MARK SANCTION:
Ten years ago, Emery Layton was the oft-ignored daughter of a bare-knuckle fighter, a small part in a community of Irish travellers. Twenty-four competitors entered and one emerges. Today, in Manchester, England, Emery Layton becomes the new Lord of the Ring. She gets an opportunity at the Supreme XWA title whenever she chooses over the space of a full calandar year.

As Jester sits up, he’s gone from scary clown to very-unhappy clown right now as he props himself up in the corner, his entire body aching. The Lethal Lackeen vacates the ring, limping down the steps and up the ramp, but not before turning to the crowd one more time. Fifty-thousand capacity, all watching her, with her.

MARK SANCTION:
We still have more action to come, ladies and gents, but there’s no denying that we all just went an absolute rollercoaster of emotion. That’s what that entire match was, and there were multiple, multiple points where anyone could’ve won. A rollercoaster of emotion, that’s my final word. Matt, final thoughts?

MATT STEEL:
In a word- Epic.

Emery Layton heads up the ramp. Limping in the footsteps of others before her, the Lethal Lackeen is hurting all over her body, but it was all worth it. And the night isn’t even over yet.
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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby Smith Jones » Tue Aug 29, 2017 3:49 am

Here in the XWA, each wrestler posts their version of the match.
Only one version will become wrestling history after the vote.
The following is my version of the events as I intend for them to
Unfold in my Triple Threat Elimination Match against Emery Layton and The Jester in the
Finals of the 2017 Lord of the Ring Tournament!!!

Enjoy.






Fade up on a shot of the open air Etihad Stadium in Manchester, England, where nearly sixty thousand strong stand and cheer for the match they are about to see! The sky has grown ever darker throughout the evening while the fans have become more and more amped up for more and more action!

MARK SANCTION:
Ladies and gentlemen, what a night we’ve had here tonight so far!! From that unreal Falls Count Anywhere Fatal Fourway Hardcore Championship Match to that darkly entertaining beauty versus beast one-on-one encounter between Jeannie and The Lynx to that intensely violent and personal Steel Cage grudge match between two former friends turned bitter enemies as Austin Carter and Trevor Miller left it all inside that caged squared circle just a few moments ago… this show has already delivered all of the action it promised us and we’ve got so much more to come here tonight!!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
You’d think these rabid XWA fans would be tired of making all this racket by now, but the energy in here is just unstoppable as we prepare to see the culmination of the biggest summer tournament the XWA has ever seen!

MARK SANCTION:
You’re not kidding, Jack! The Lord of the Ring Tournament started with a record twenty-four competitors making this year’s LotR the largest in the tournament’s history!! Emery Layton survived El Conejo A Dos in the first round, her most vocal hater the highly skilled and vicious Minka Carter in the second round, and she took out a high level member of The Survivors in her third round match to get to this LotR Final!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
The Lethal Lackeen has shown true heart, determination, and intense skill that the XWA fans and fans truly worldwide have come to know and love! She is definitely the fan favourite in this one, connecting with them on an amazing level while exhibiting the ability required to validate their approval! She had no business getting past Trace Demon, though, and I’m still shocked at how that one went down, but here she is ready to claim the prize that many of these stupid people out here think she rightly deserves!

MARK SANCTION:
The Jester got past Drake Dysfunction in the first round, the seven-foot monster The Lynx in the second round, and someone many people thought we would see here in tonight’s final, breakout superstar AJ Morales who has been non-stop action, excitement, and obvious ability since day one here in this company! The Jester has proven himself time and again as a real threat in this game and this tournament has been a stark reminder as to just how skilled The Doom Clown really is!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
After he lost to Smith Jones in the LotR preview match earlier this summer, some people thought The Jester might just peter out and be rendered ineffectual in this massive summer tournament, but boy were those people wrong! Look for Jester to make as much of an impact in this match as he did in his bracket of the Lord of the Ring!

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones defeated back-to-back Hall of Famers, first putting The Jester down using his submission finisher The System in that preview we mentioned, then facing Hall of Famer Rose in the first round of real tournament action! He just barely edged out the fiery and tenacious wolven warrior OOKAMI No Chi in the second round and then he beat Rey Del Presagio in the third round to get him into this stacked Final! No slouch by any means!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Well, that’s a matter of opinion, Sanction! Smith Jones and I have never seen eye to eye and we never will! Anyone who saw any of those matches knows that he just barely made it by each and every round! He may look like a champion to some people, but in my opinion he is the least qualified to make it to the end of this match! I can’t say he sucks, but I refuse to say that he’s the best wrestler in this match tonight! It’s simply not true!

MARK SANCTION:
With that, let’s go up to Hana Ramierez in the ring!

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Triple Threat Elimination Match to determine the winner of the 2017 Lord of the Ring Tournament!!! The match will start with three competitors! When one competitor is eliminated, the match will continue until a second competitor is eliminated! Eliminations can occur by pinfall or submission! The competitor who remains after all others have been eliminated will be crowned the brand new 2017 Lord of the Ring!!! Introducing first…





That haunting double piano note repeats throughout the arena as ‘Waiting For The End’ by Linkin Park hits the speakers. All of the lights in the arena blast to full white and every corner of the arena is lit up. Smith Jones walks out onto the stage dressed to compete in his trademark all white boots, pads, and trunks. He has the Empire Championship belt locked safely around his waist. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks out across the XWA fanbase, true blue as far as the eye can see.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds... there is only one SMITH JONES!!!

Jones stays at the top of the ramp and raises his fist high above his head. He looks straight up at the wide open sky above him for a moment and then closes his eyes. He listens to the roar of the crowd and he is filled with momentary peace. Smith opens his fist above him, spreading his fingers and letting go of something invisible. Smith strides confidently down to ringside and mounts the steel ring steps. He wipes his feet before parting the ropes and taking centre. He stands with his back to the corner and steels himself for what he knows will be one of the toughest matches he’s had in a long time.[/

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And his opponent...



The lights in the arena go dark as a maniacal laugh fills the arena. The laughter slowly fades as the drums begin for ‘Archangel’, purple and white lights flash along with the beat as the music continues to build. Just as the crescendo and the vocals begin a single purple spotlight hits the top of the stage to illuminate Jester with his trademark twisted grin.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
From Parts Unknown, weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds… THE JESTER!!!

Jester saunters down the ramp, ignoring the cries from the fans for high fives, never letting the smile fade from his face or taking his eyes off Smith Jones who is now sitting on the mat in the corner awaiting the beginning of the match. The Jester rolls under the bottom rope and makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and puts one foot up as if to climb the buckle before just hopping up and sitting down on the top turnbuckle to stare at Jones from across the ring with a sickening smile plastered on his face and an evil look in his eye. Their eyes remain locked on one another as Hana announces the third finalist.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
And their opponent…



As the opening drums of The Feud's rendition of Kate Bush classic "Running Up That Hill" hit the PA system, excitement hits the air! The song explodes to life and the Worst of the Pavees herself- wearing her leather jacket and beanie over her gear- emerges from behind the curtain, clearly impressed with the amount of people have turned out to fill the Etihad Stadium all the way to the top until they are almost spilling out the brim and into the streets of Manchester! She's holding her arms out as she struts down the ramp and swaying her head to the beat of her entrance theme, her eyes closed. She's lost in the moment, there's nowhere else she'd rather be right now.

HANA RAMIEREZ:
Making her way to the ring- from Anywhere and Everywhere, weighing one hundred thirty-five pounds..."The Lethal Lackeen" EMERRRRRYYY LAAAAYYYTOOOOONNN!!!

Once she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she pulls her beanie off and thrusts it into her pocket as she skates up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle. As the fans cheer, it's quite obviously not loud enough for her, as she lifts her arms up, indicating for them to get louder. Once the eccentric Irish traveller has spent enough time up there, Emery leaps down from the top rope and into the ring, transitioning from that into probably the most graceful, crisp forward-roll you've ever seen. Once she's in there, she runs to the rope right behind her bouncing off it as she drops to her knees and skids forwards, as all the lights drop except a single spotlight on her and the lights from cell phone cameras as her upper body falls backwards. After a few moments of just simply listening to the cheers, she flips onto her front and crawls into her corner, removing her jacket and dumping the battered old thing to the outside as she sits down, legs flat out, waiting for the match to begin. She finally looks over at The Jester with a ready smile and then she casts a glance over at Smith Jones, also smiling, almost teasing them both and drawing them in for one hell of a fight!

The referee steps to the middle of the ring and invites all three fighters to join him. Layton steps up right away. The Jester hops down from the top rope and bounces gleefully towards the middle wearing a creepy grin. Jones stands up from the corner and comes to centre cautiously. The ref goes over the rules with them all before he signals to the timekeeper.




DING! DING!! DING!!!



MARK SANCTION:
This match is underway!!!

Cut to a wide shot high above the ring where we can see the thousands in attendance standing on their feet facing in towards the centre of the universe, drawn to it like the pull of a great black hole. Emery, Jester, and Smitty all circle each other as they await the beginning of this momentous match-up! The weight of the moment presses down on the collective shoulders of the three finalists as all eyes are on them. Smith Jones shoots a serious glare over at Emery Layton. Layton squints back at Jones with a confident sneer. As they look at each other, they are both jerked into a new reality by the chipper chuckle of their opponent standing next to them. They both look over at him, incredulous. He stops laughing and looks at both of them with his eyes bugging out, biting on his bottom lip. He then bursts out laughing again, this time much louder than before. Emery looks at Smith and starts to crack a smile. She laughs to Smitty. Jones is still stone-faced as he looks at Emery and then looks at The Jester and then looks once again at Emery. The corner of Smith’s mouth curls upward for a moment. He chews on the inside of his cheek for a few beats and then gets infected by The Jester’s hilarious contagion. Jones starts to laugh a little; he starts to laugh a lot. The front row starts to laugh as well and a ripple of chuckles waves itself throughout the live crowd. Smith Jones throws a wild punch straight at The Jester’s face! Jester ducks it and drops to his knees with his hands on his head, cowering. Layton grabs Jones by the arm for an Irish whip off the ropes. She grabs hold of Jester’s wrist and yanks him to his feet. As Jones comes running back from the ropes, Layton pulls Jester towards Jones for a double clothesline! Jones puts his elbows up and runs through it like a successful pass at Red Rover! He runs clear through to the far ropes. Jester dives at Smith’s ankles with a chop block, but Jones jumps over it and runs right into a spike hurricanrana from Emery Layton!!! Her signature Pull Out The Pin connects out of nowhere!!! The pin!!!



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



KICKOUT!!!




MARK SANCTION:
That was amazing! We are already into the high impact, high performance action in this LotR Final!! We might as well get to the first replay of many in this one! Go ahead and call it, Jack!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Emery Layton is the favourite in this one despite Smitty’s wealth of experience and this is one of the many reasons why! As Jones is leaping over the attempted chop block by The Jester, Emery Layton is thinking three or four steps ahead, springboarding off that middle rope and turning in mid air to connect with that beautiful and devastating hurricanrana on Smith Jones!! His head gets planted into the canvas and she hooks both legs for the pin!! She almost got the three there!!

The unlikely combo of Jester and Layton continues to work together. They both pull Smitty up to his feet and maneuver him into a double front facelock. They lift him up for a double vertical suplex, but Jones manages to hook his heels under the top rope and pull himself back down. The Jester lets go while Jones wrenches a front facelock of his own on Emery Layton. Jones gets Layton up for a vertical suplex. Jester finds himself in the way of impact, but he uses it to magnify the damage to Layton’s back by dropping to one knee and turning Smith’s regular vertical suplex into a crushing backbreaker across Jester’s knee!!! Layton is nearly broken in half!! She rolls out to the ring apron as Jones gets up to meet The Jester mid ring. Jester is a step ahead, spinning and hitting Smitty in the throat with a wicked discus clothesline! Jones is down. Layton is on the apron. A now scowling and deadly serious Jester is in control. He remains knelt down over Jones as he looks out across the booing crowd.

LITTLE GIRL:
You suck, Jester!! Come on!! Get up, Emery!!!

LITTLE BOY:
Let’s go, Jones!!

CROWD:
Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!! Let’s go, Emery!! Let’s go, Jones!!

THE JESTER:
Shut up!!! All of you lowlife know-nothing meat puppets!! SHUT UP!!!

Jones reaches up and punches The Jester in the mouth. Jester falls backwards onto his rear end. Jones gets to a kneeling position. Jester throws a punch at Jones. The crowd boos! Jones retaliates.

CROWD:
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! Booooooooooooo!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! Booooooooooooo!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! Booooooooooooo!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! Booooooooooooo!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!! Booooooooooooo!!

The exchange is interrupted by Emery Layton, who crashes the punch party with a springboard dropkick from the ring apron right between the shoulder blades of The Jester!! Jester’s body is jarred forward into Jones who then gets shoved through the ropes to the outside of the ring. A little punch drunk, he tumbles all the way down to the ringside floor. Jester turns to face Layton. Emery hits Jester in the jaw with a forearm smash! Two!! Three!!!

CROWD:
Yay! Yaay!! Yaaaaaaaaaaay!!!

Emery turns to the crowd and gives a long loud screeeeeaaaam!! The audience erupts with screams and hoots in return! She turns to face The Jester again and he is already in motion with a discus clothesline! She does a backflip to avoid the contact and lunges forward into a step up enziguri! Her signature Rolling The Ball! The Jester’s face flashes a goofy little grin as he slowly topples to the mat face first. Emery goes to the second rope on the inside.

MARK SANCTION:
Could The Lethal Lackeen be looking for her finisher already?

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
I’m not a fan of hers by any means, but I know that she wants this massive tournament win and this is a great way for her to put one of her legendary opponents to rest early and focus on the other one! The Prikasa could do just that for her right now!

The Jester stirs and stands in the middle of the ring. Suddenly, Smitty appears on the ring apron and he runs over to where Layton is perched on the middle rope facing in. He climbs to the second rope on the outside and gets her in a rear waistlock. Jones steps over the top rope with one leg before he makes his next move. Smith Jones hurls Emery Layton clear over his head with a release German suplex! It seems to happen in slow motion as Layton goes flying end over end, landing hard on top of one of the handheld cameramen at ringside!!! Layton has crashed down full force!!! With the toe of his white patent leather boot hooked under the middle rope, Jones saves himself from making that long fall along with Emery and he lands awkwardly on the ring apron. The Jester runs over to Smith and tries to shove him off the edge of the ring, but Jones slingshots himself over the top rope all the way over The Jester into a sunset flip! The rollup!! The pin!!!



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



KICKOUT!!!




MARK SANCTION:
That was a close one!

They stand. Jester backs Jones to the ropes for an Irish whip. Jones runs the far ropes and comes back to be met with a flying knee strike aimed at Smitty’s head! Jones rolls through and uses his momentum to run the far ropes. The Jester turns as Jones comes back with a running clothesline. Jester ducks it and reaches up to hook Smith’s arm at the same time, spinning them into position for a swinging neckbreaker! But Jones breaks free of that. They face each other. Smith goes for an Irish whip from centre ring. Jester reverses it and sends Jones running towards the ropes where he ducks under the top rope into a suicide dive out of the ring! Emery Layton has just gotten to her feet when Smith Jones throws himself headfirst into Tomorrow and smashes into Layton, blasting her onto...

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Duck, Sanction!!!

SMASH!!! Layton and Jones crash into each other hard and Layton’s body blasts backwards, coming to rest across the announce table!! Smith Jones falls to the ringside floor holding his head and yelling out in pain!! Smitty lies down flat on the floor face down. Suddenly, the sky darkens a little under the shadow of The Jester. His unholy cackle can be heard as he flies through the air!! Which of his opponents is in danger of absorbing this crazy impact?? The Jester swoops down from the clouds and comes down on top of Emery Layton with a wild Six Star Jester Splash right through the announce table!!! All three wrestlers are down on the ringside floor and the table is in ruins!!! The announce team stands back. Sabbath’s headset is disconnected while Sanction stands alongside the wreckage and calls the replay.

MARK SANCTION:
Everybody is down so we might as well take a look at how this mess happened! Roll the footage! Smith Jones plucked Emery Layton from the top rope and tossed her backwards to the floor on top of Nate, one of our top notch cameramen out here at ringside!!! The camera is smashed to bits and while Layton’s fall was broken by Nate, the G forces of falling from that height are enough to make you shudder! Then we move forward to where The Jester reversed the Irish whip by Jones and then Jones dove out of the ring and nailed Layton with his signature Tomorrow suicide dive!! Layton did get an arm up and nailed Smitty in the forehead with a sharp elbow busting him open, but she still received the worst of the exchange! Then moments later, The Jester stepped off the edge of sanity and took to the skies with his rarely seen breakout finisher known as the Six Star Jester Splash that crushed Emery Layton right through our table here at ringside and knocked out Diamond Jack Sabbath’s microphone!!! What’s that, Jack?!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
(inaudible)

MARK SANCTION:
I don’t think our fans could be any happier with the action here tonight than they are right now, but I’m sure these superstars will try even harder to impress and to succeed in this unhinged tournament final!!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
(inaudible)

MARK SANCTION:
You’ve never sounded better, DJS!

Smitty is the first to stir, bleeding from the fresh wound across the middle of his forehead. Still holding his head, he leans against the steel steps and looks at his two fallen competitors. With no count-outs in a Triple Threat, Smith knows he must get up and drag one of them with him into the ring before this match is anywhere near over. And that would just be the first of two falls in this elimination style match-up. Jones checks the flow of blood from his head and squeezes his eyes shut tight for a few seconds. He shakes his head and refocuses himself from feeling damaged to feeling revitalized and ready to take steps towards his daunting goal. Jones uses the ring steps to get himself up to his feet and then walk over to the wreckage. He steps over Emery and grabs two thick handfuls of The Jester’s greasy green hair. Smith winces and smiles at the same time as blood drips between his teeth and down onto Layton’s lifeless body. He drags The Jester towards the ring, over Emery, up the steel steps, through the ropes, and into the ring. Every step is hard work that requires every muscle to get his own weight and that of The Jester all the way into the ring where the first fall can be accomplished. Jones takes a wrist of Jester’s and pulls it between his legs into the pumphandle position. He exhales slowly and then inhales quickly before hoisting The Jester up into a pumphandle slam! Jones drops to a knee and takes a beat to recover a little more, but not too long. He leans against the ropes and watches The Jester struggle to get up, this time allowing him to use his own energy to get up. Smith looks out to ringside to where the medical team has taken a look at Layton and decided that she can continue the match, although she still isn’t moving much.

When The Jester is in good position, Jones moves in and gets him in double underhooks. Lifting Jester up into what at first looks like a butterfly suplex, Jones shifts position and drops to a knee letting The Jester’s neck come crashing down across his thinly padded patella! The Jester grabs his neck immediately as fans start to clue into what Smith is working on here.


MARK SANCTION:
He’s got to be setting The Jester up for the Point of Controversy, working on that neck like that! What a solid impact there on the back of The Jester’s neck!

Jones starts to enjoy his handiwork a little bit. He grins a crooked grin and raises his fist into the air.

CROWD:
Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!! Smitty!!

Jones takes in the energy of the live audience at the open air Etihad Stadium as their chants echo off into the wrestling universe and deep into the endless recesses of Smith’s mind. He finally lets out a little cackle, mocking The Jester. The audience laughs a little. Jones cackles louder. The crowd reacts in kind. Smith stops laughing and goes stone-faced as he lunges in at The Jester and pulls him to his feet and into a front facelock. Jones is thinking DDT; Jester is thinking self preservation. The Jester takes Smith’s arm and works into a hammerlock, scooting behind Jones and holding on tight. Jones reverses and ducks under The Jester’s arm, turning it into a Northern Lights suplex. Jester reaches down and rakes Smith’s eyes, breaking momentarily free of the move. Jester whips Jones into the corner and follows him in with a Yakuza kick in the corner. Jones eats one to the chest and tries to catch his breath quickly. The Jester runs the ropes as Jones stumbles out of the corner. Jester comes back with a running single leg dropkick to the face of Smith Jones. But no, Jones sidesteps it and avoids the impact to his already bleeding face, latching onto The Jester’s left leg with a single leg Boston crab out of thin air! The Jester’s face bounces off the canvas and Jones wrenches the hold on tight! The Jester reaches for the bottom rope while screaming out in agony as Jones wrenches on his lower leg, twisting and contorting it, trying to separate it from the rest of The Jester’s body! The unnatural screams skim out across the crowd as they wince and squirm along with him.

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Jester!!! You got this!! Get to that bottom rope and get free!!!

MARK SANCTION:
I see our audio technicians have got Sabbath’s headset working again! Welp, it was fun while it lasted!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Shut it, Sanction!! Get free, Jester!! Don’t let that overrated piece of garbage get the best of you!!!

Smitty is hard at work, looking for the submission here. He sits in deep and makes himself comfortable in The Jester’s agony. The Jester lifts his hand and seems to be thinking about tapping out when Emery Layton comes careening across the ring with a Busaiku knee attack right in the middle of Jones’ forehead, busting that cut even wider and breaking the Boston crab! Jones tumbles backwards and then rolls out under the bottom rope. Layton follows him as The Jester holds onto his leg and slinks to a corner inside the ring.

Outside the ring, Emery Layton goes after Smith who had expected to be free of adversaries by rolling out. Caught off guard, he tries to come at her with a roaring elbow, but Emery Layton ducks it and takes a few steps past him. Jones turns around as Emery does a back handspring into a cutter on the ringside floor!!


MARK SANCTION:
Layton just laid Smitty out flat with her Strange Phenomena after knocking him clear out of the ring with her signature Eat The Music!! Jones is out of this match for sure!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
That’s the best case scenario, but you see that they are out at ringside again! The match can’t end out here!

Emery gives out a yell that gets a good response from the people. The Jester leans out through the ropes and entangles his fingers into her wild red hair. He tugs hard and pulls her up to the ring apron. The Jester keeps his hold on her hair and pulls her upper body in through the ropes while her feet remain out on the apron. He gets her in a front facelock and pulls her into the ring. Layton resists the attempt by hanging her toes over the middle rope and clinging as hard as she can. The Jester tries for a DDT from the apron, but Layton hops into the ring at the last second and throws Jester up and over the top rope with a back body drop! The Jester grabs the top rope and lands himself on the apron safely. Layton steps in and goes to guillotine The Jester across the top rope, but he counters by resting both forearms on the rope. Layton falls to the mat momentarily, but she gets right up and comes at The Jester again. The Jester uses the middle rope to sling himself at her midsection, doubling her over. She stiffens her upper lip and digs into to resolve to ignore the pain and come at The Jester again as he remains on the ring apron. Jester throws his head forward at her and smashes into her chin with a violent headbutt! She staggers backwards, now stunned. Jester hops over the middle rope and back into the ring. Aware of his sudden presence nearby, Layton puts her head up and is met immediately with another headbutt, this time to the cheekbone! Tears leap from her eyes from the pain. She blinks them away to see yet another heabutt hitting her in the face, this time in the orbital socket. More tears conspire to blind her. She wipes her face, but the onslaught has yet to end. Jester is right there when her vision returns, whipping her off the ropes. Jester meets Layton mid ring with a superkick right under the chin!! Layton falls down flat, dead centre! The Jester stands over her and looks down at her with intrigue and evil intentions. He lets his body fall down towards her as he drops a falling headbutt right on her forehead!!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
Superkick!! Headbutt!! That perpetually positive pavee is out cold!! The pin by Jester!!



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



KICKOUT!!!




Emery gets a shoulder up at the last second!! Jester gets up and watches with a sick little grin as Emery tries as hard as she can just to sit up. He comes charging at her with a running Penalty Kick to the face!! Layton is again flat on her back staring up at the darkening night sky. The stars rearrange themselves above her as she tries to make them all just stop bloody moving! Before she’s done, Jester peels Layton up off the canvas. Still dizzy from the attacks, Jester supports Layton’s weight and smiles down at her as she half stands, half leans against his chest. He takes her right hand gently with his left hand and holds her body close to his with his right hand on her lower back. He breathes a hot unsavoury cloud in her face. She is unable to move away. The Jester hears music playing in his head and the tune of it takes over his body and, by extension, hers. Jester dances Emery Layton all around the ring. They both end up in the centre where he suddenly drops her to the canvas with am STO! He slithers over her and hooks her outside leg.



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



NOOOOOO!!!




Layton kicks out again!! The Jester’s eyes go wide and he bares his teeth and growls long and loud. How can she have kicked out of that after all she’s just been through? No matter. The Jester switches in an instant from that aggressive growl to a light giggle. He gets a handful of her hair and pulls her up. She is still quite groggy. The Jester pulls her close and dances with her again, dipping her in the middle of the ring and sticking out his long, slimy tongue. With a delighted smile, he very slowly  licks her neck from her collarbone all the way up past the tip of her chin, over her lips and up her nose to the top of her forehead. He thin stands her up straight and spins her, pulling her suddenly in to him for a vicious Bullhammer to the face! But, Layton ducks the attempted No Laughing Matter finisher from Jester and gets behind him, lifting him and dropping him with a belly-to-back suplex! She makes a pin and hooks the outside leg!



ONE!!!



KICKOUT!!!




They both scramble to their feet. Jester lunges at Layton. Emery connects with a slingblade! As they get up again and circle quickly into each other, Layton backs The Jester to the ropes with a flurry of forearm smashes. Irish whip by Layton. Jester reverses it. Layton comes back and Jester grabs her with a tilt-a-whirl, but Layton uses the momentum to lace Jester up in a flying crucifix pin!!



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



NOOOOO!!!




They both get up. The Jester turns away from Layton and goes to run the far ropes, but he runs right into a textbook standing dropkick from Smith Jones! The Jester stands up and turns away from Jones just as Emery Layton comes flying at him with a top rope diving cutter!!! The Prikasa!!! Jester’s body flops backwards right into Smith’s Backstabber to the neck!!!

MARK SANCTION:
Point of Controversy!!! The PoC connects!!! Layton pins The Jester!! Smith Jones piles on top of Layton!!! The Jester is pinned!!!



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



THREE!!!




HANA RAMIEREZ:
The Jester has been eliminated!!!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
What??!? How can this be happening?!? Jones and Layton just teamed up to eliminate the XWA Hall of Famer from this match!! He had all the skill required to make this a win tonight!!

MARK SANCTION:
We can’t stop calling the action yet! These fighters are already at each other again!

Smith has forced Layton into a collar and elbow tie-up on their knees right overtop of The Jester’s fallen corpse in the middle of the ring. They work up to their feet, tripping over Jester a bit as Jones shoves Layton’s back against the ropes. She shifts her weight ad rolls herself into better position, shoving Jones now against the ropes. They roll around the ropes inside the ring, keeping their arms entangled and locked into one another. They end up positioned with Smith’s back against the turnbuckles in the corner. Layton does a monkey flip, but Jones tenaciously holds on and they roll back up to their feet locked together mid ring. Layton does a sudden go behind into a rear waitslock. She tries for a quick German, but Jones is having none of that. He makes himself heavy and plants his feet. She drops down and rolls Smitty up for a pin, but he rolls right through into a pin on her that doesn’t quite get a one count. They stand up and Layton pulls him down with an armdrag. They get up and Emery gets Smith with a hip toss. She picks him up for a bodyslam, but Jones floats over and locks Emery in a full nelson. He digs his toes into the mat and throws her backwards with an overhead release dragon suplex! Time stands still and the world goes quiet as Emery Layton looks up at the night sky. The stars are in proper alignment, frozen in a celestial collection of perfect pinpoints in a black universe. She is struck by the infinite beauty of the darkness that surrounds us all… BOOM!!! The back of her neck slams hard against the middle turnbuckle and she comes violently to rest in the corner.

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones just hit a devastating Sleep Paralysis on Emery Layton!! That is a scary and devastating move!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
He puts you in a position where all you can do is lie on your back, floating through the air, unable to do anything but contemplate the meaning of life, frozen in position, frozen in time until you are rudely awakened by yet another horrible nightmare! Sleep Paralysis is strangely terrifying and leaves you completely at its mercy!

Jones sits cross-legged on the canvas and rocks gently, thinking about what he’s just done to his opponent. His pride begins to leak out in the form of a broad, toothy smile.He looks up at the same sky Emery looked up at and sees infinity, but also he is struck by how small we as humanity are in this huge and perilous universe that we cannot survive in without the thin, blue band of atmosphere around our delicate mother Earth. His pride in himself is replaced by despair for the future generations of humans who will struggle to simply breathe viable air or drink potable water…

His smile turns to uncontrollable rage at how cavalier we all are as a race. He focuses his anger at The Best Problem Ever Emery Layton. In a flash, he is on his feet tugging at Layton’s follicles and bringing her in close to him. He scoops her up and throws her over his head with a fallaway slam. He gets her up again quickly and drops her with a DDT! Again, they are on their feet fast by Jones’ hand. Jones gets her in a front facelock and lifts her up, bouncing her thighs off the top rope and dropping her with a slingshot brainbuster!!!


MARK SANCTION:
Spilled Milk!! Jones hits Layton with another sick signature!!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
You don’t have to cry about it, Sanction!!!

MARK SANCTION:
Did you really just say that?



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



KICKOUT!!!




Jones looks up again, this time at the top rope. Before acting on his first thought, he seeks to ensure that Layton is adequately hurt. He turns her on her stomach and then stands at her feet. Picking her legs up, he connects with a solid wheelbarrow suplex that leaves her flat on her back and prone for attack. Jones goes topside. He climbs the turnbuckles on the inside facing out to the crowd. Cameras flash as he bounces once on the top rope and throws himself back into a picture perfect top rope diving moonsault! He glides gracefully through the air and comes crashing down on an empty piece of canvas!!! Layton moved out of the way!!! Jones looks to be broken on the mat!! Layton looks up and moves as quickly as she can. She staggers to the ropes and climbs the opposite corner from where Smith just came from. The crowd noise becomes deafening as she gets to the top! Layton one-ups Jones and flies with a double rotation top rope diving moonsault!!! She connects!!! Right into the pin on Smitty!!!



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



NOOOOO!!!




DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
How is Jones not done after that impactful Wuthering Heights finisher from Layton??!?

MARK SANCTION:
This is an unreal battle between two solid workers who have no intention of giving less than absolutely one hundred percent! This match continues!!

Emery feels an urgency about getting more damage done and aiming for the finish. She gets Jones in a front chancery and pulls him to his feet. She switches to a front waistlock and then throws him with an overhead release belly-to-belly suplex into the corner!! She just stole one of Smitty’s signatures, rocking his body with his own signature Take It Home suplex!! He remains upside down on his shoulders with his neck cranked awkwardly and his legs hanging over the middle rope. Layton gets up and runs across to the far corner, circling back and charging in at Jones with a running dropkicik! She repeats that motion and comes back with a second corner dropkick!! Again she is up and again, the dropkick in the corner!!! She keeps going! A fourth corner dropkick!! Wooooooah! Five!! Wooooooah! Six!! Wooooooah! Seven!! Wooooooah! Eight!! Wooooooah! Nine!! Wooooooah! Jones slinks quickly out of the way and onto the ring apron. Layton stops short of impact and comes at Jones. He gets up on the apron with her pulling his hair. Layon steps up onto the bottom rope on the inside; Jones steps up to the bottom rope on the outside. Layton mounts the second rope; Jones mounts the second as well. Layton gets to the top; Smith follows. Emery Layton gets Jones in a front facelock and hoists him up and over with a top rope superplex!!! BOOM!!! The floatover by Layton!! The pin!!!



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



KICKOUT by Smith Jones!!!




MARK SANCTION:
Wow!!!

The frustration reads clearly on Emery’s face as she tugs at her hair! After a brief moment, she heads back up to the top rope and waits for Jones to get up. Smitty uses the ropes to pull himself vertical and then he stumbles to the middle of the ring. He sees Layton on top and does his best to run at her, managing only a stumbly stagger. She launches herself at Jones with The Prikasa!!! But no, Jones counters directly into the Point of Controversy!!!! Emery Layton’s neck took the full impact of that Backstabber to the neck after she tried to hit her finisher, the top rope diving cutter!!! Smith Jones decides to make sure this thing is over. Jones rolls Layton over onto her stomach. He goes to a corner and hops up to sit on the top rope with his feet on the middle rope. He slowly stands as he measures his fallen opponent. He is supremely focused. Smith leans forward and pulls his right kneepad down around his boot. Jones jumps off the rope and comes down on the back of Layton’s head with his exposed right knee!!!

MARK SANCTION:
Smith Jones came down on Emery Layton with Gravitas!!! He shoots the half nelson and hooks the inside leg for the pin!!!



ONE!!!



TWO!!!



THREE!!!




DING! DING!! DING!!!



HANA RAMIEREZ:
Here is your winner of the 2017 Lord of the Ring Tournament… there is only one SMITH JONES!!!!!

DIAMOND JACK SABBATH:
This is an absolute disaster!!! Smith Jones does not deserve to be Lord of the Ring!!!

MARK SANCTION:
I don’t know how you can say that! Smitty has outlasted twenty-four other superstars to prove that he is the one and only true deserving Lord of the Ring!!! If there was anyone out there doubting his ability to make a real comeback in this business, Jones is having the kind of year that should lay each and every doubter to rest!! This is the Smith Jones we’ve always wanted and now he has the chance to become our Supreme XWA Champion anytime over the next year!!! When will he cash it in?!? Who will be the champion when he does??

CROWD:
Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!! Smitty!!!

Th referee hands Smitty the Ring and he immediately puts it on his finger as a tear comes to his eye. He takes hold of his Empire Championship belt and locks it safely around his waist. Jones stands in the centre of the ring and holds his right fist high up in the air. Most of the fans do the same. He looks up at the sky above and then closes his eyes. He opens his fist and spreads his fingers wide, letting the wind dance between his fingers. He opens his eyes and looks directly into the main camera and mouths the words ‘I’m right here’ as we fade to black.
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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby TheJester » Tue Aug 29, 2017 9:39 pm

The atmosphere in the Etihad Stadium is absolutely electric as the crowd is still abuzz from the amazing cage match between Austin Carter and Trevor Miller. The camera pans showing the entire sold out crowd of 55,000 screaming marks before coming full circle and finally finding Mark Sanction and Matt Steele located at ringside.

Mark:
What an evening we have had so far tonight and we still have many miles to go before we can sleep

Steele:
I don’t care what has happened previously and I don’t care what happens with the rest of the night, I’m just excited to finally see my boy Jester take these 2 young punks to school and claim his anytime shot at the XWA Supreme Championship and the title of Lord of the Ring

Mark:
While that was a heavily biased opinion you are correct that we are about to determine who will be crowned this year’s Lord of the Ring, so let us take a look at how we got to this point.

The arena lights go out as the massive Titantron flickers to life sending a hush over the crowd

The XWA Logo is Shown as a deep announcer’s face begins to speak

Announcer:
15 years ago the first ever Lord Of The Ring Tournament was held…..

The Logo is replaced with clips from the first every LotR Tournament, showing an unscarred Jester losing in the first round, before quickly running through action shots of the other competitor before finally stopping showing the crowning of the first every Lord of the Ring, Zenos

Announcer:
A Tradition was created all those years ago that has created stars and champions a like…..

The shot of Zenos is quickly replaced with tournament action from the following year, showing action from the second tournament before showing the crowning of Xero, but the video keeps going, showing action from the 2004 tournament next. Action shots of Xero defeating opponents on his way to finals trying to defend his Ring play, before finally we are shown the finals between Xero and EBR, where EBR actually defeated the previous year’s champion and cemented himself as a main event level player

Announcer:
Dark Days would strike the XWA and we wouldn’t have another Lord of the Ring Tournament for 6 years……

EBR’s triumphant victory celebration is replaced with still images of internet articles reporting on the demise of the XWA before finally a shot of the XWA’s official notice of Shut Down encompasses the entire screen

Announcer:
But as they always say, the night is darkest just before the dawn and the XWA would be Reborn in 2009 and quickly reestablished the Lord of the Ring Tournament in 2010, boasting one of the most star studded line ups since its creation

Hall of Famers Alex Sean, DGX, Tempest, The Maddog, Hutton Brown, and Angelus are shown competing, plus shots of a very young DJS losing his first round matchup are shown. The clips cycle through the action of the tournament highlighting just how amazing that years LotR had been, before finally coming to the finals and showing DGX defeating Angelus and finally claiming the last accolade that had to that point eluded him in his XWA Career.

Announcer:
The XWA had been reborn, but the issues with management and ownership caused the Lord of the Ring Tournament to once again lapse from existence for 3 years, but would finally be brought back once again in 2013 to the delight of the fans……

The screen shifts to showing clips from the opening round triple threat style 2013 LotR tournament, including the debut of Jack Johnson Jr. The package runs through the entire tournament finally coming to the final round matchup between Satine X and the unknown Jack Johnson Jr. before showing his victory in the tournament and also showing the shocking reveal of him being Jericho Shaw and cashing in and winning the championship from Angelus.

Announcer:
And The Tournament would finally reclaim its former glory and once again be held every year…..

The clips quickly switch to showing action from the previous 2 year’s tournaments, including Smith Jones taking the Ring in 2015 conquering Dan Bennett and Razer. The clips continue to cycle through, showing Smith Jones actually leaving the XWA and Razer being handed the ring and being crowned “Lord” before the package once again shifts and moves to the events of last year. Showing Michael Swift’s historic battle through the tournament before finally claiming The Ring in a final Triple Threat Match against Mark Storey and OOKAMI No Chi, before flash forwarding to XWA BAKA GAUJIN and showing the hellish war that took place between Swift and LX-Tim before showing Swift proudly holding up the title

Announcer:
This year saw the tournament grow to unheralded size, with 24 competitors throwing their name into the fray……..

The screen quickly shows all 24 entrants from this year, showing returning legends, invaders from other promotions, and the up and comers of the XWA roster

Announcer:
For the chance for a guaranteed title opportunity and the glory of being able to call themselves Lord Of The Ring….

Clips of all the hardhitting action that has happened over the past 2 months is shown

Announcer:
Only 3 Remain, and while the battles have been won, this War is far from over…..


The haunting voice of Jonny Hawkins suddenly takes over the airwaves as Smith Jones photo appears on the screen with the words Group 1 Victor written below. The video quickly moves along into highlights of Jones’ amazing Lord of the Ring run; Opening with his defeat of the hall of famer Rose (albeit with a bit of chicanery) and showing the embrace and the reluctant hand raising by Rose, the video transitions into Smith’s next round matchup against OOKAMI No Chi, showing him literally having to contend with 3 competitors, OOKAMI’s vicious and visceral attacks on Smitty before finally showing Jones locking in The System and OOKAMI finally succumbing and passing out to the vicious submission. The journey is far from done and the video keeps going leading right into Smith Jones war with Rey Del Presagio; showing Jones cutting a heartfelt promo before being blindsided from behind by Presagio, The blood pouring from Jones face before finally showing Jones catching a flying Presagio mid-air and delivering the Point of Controversy and cementing his spot in the finals.

Announcer:
There is Only One….

“Go To War” continues to play as the video completely shifts and a picture of Emery Layton is shown on the screen with Group 2 Victor written below. The Lethal Lackeen’s battle cry erupts over the top of the vocals of Nothing More for a second before the video shifts into Layton’s Lord of the Ring Highlights; Her back and forth battle with El Conejo A Dos and eventually hitting the Prikasa and scoring the first round victory, the absolute war that took place between Minka Carter and Emery in the second round with a slow motion shot of her actually hitting The Wuthering Heights for the pin, followed by finally showing the battle of attrition that took place between her and Trace Demon, Trace working over Emery’s leg, and finally showing Emery once again somehow overcoming and delivering the Prikasa and getting the 1-2-3 to secure her spot in the finals

Announcer:
The Worst of the Pavees….

Nothing More’s epic “Go to War” rages on as The Doom Clown’s visage replaces the shots of Emery’s victory with Group 3 Victor written along the bottom, Jester’s chaotic cackle briefly plays over the top of the music before the video quickly shifts to Jester highlights from the Tournament; Showing the opening round contest with Drake Dysfunction and Jester somehow getting the Gatekeeper to tap out, the blitzkrieg that was the match with Lynx showing the absolute beating Jester took from the Monster including the powerbomb from the ring to the outside before showing the springboard Killing Joke into another Killer Joke and finally showing The Funnyman flying through the air and getting the win with the 6 Star Jester Splash, next showing the competitive match that took place with AJ Morales showing the young highflyer almost edging out the veteran Funnyman but crashing and burning going for his Kliq Kliq Boom finishing maneuver before Jester quickly pounces and hits the No Laughing Matter for the pin and we cut the final shot from that night of Jester standing on the second rope cackling like a madman

Announcer:
The One Who Laughs Last…..

We finally reach the bridge of “Go To War” as the video begins quickly transitioning between all three of the competitors showing all of them hitting their finishing maneuvers and signature spots; Smith Jones sending people into Tomorrow while also providing beautiful Visual Music and finally providing the Point of Controversy in all arguements, Layton forcing people to Eat the Music while also delivering her version of bad luck with The Prikasa, Jester ending all the humor with his Killing Joke and showing how serious things really are with No Laughing Matter

Announcer:
These 3 competitors have shed their blood, sweat, and tears to bring themselves to this, the final battle…….

The video begins to pick up in speed, flashing quickly between all three’s faces (Emery’s joyful grin, Smith Jones’ stoic determination, Jester’s wild eyes and manic grin) gaining more and more speed before it’s impossible to tell whose face is on the screen

Announcer:
But tonight there can be only one, one to rule them all, One…
LORD OF THE RING!!!!!

The cascade of faces increases to maximum speed before finally stopping to show the Lord of the Ring’s prize, the one ring to rule them all, the beautiful ring sparkling like the stars in the sky as “Go To War” hits it final notes and the video comes to an end


The entire crowd explodes with cheers and clapping as the house lights come back up and the titantron fades to black

Mark:
The prestige that this tournament inspires was truly encapsulated in that video package and I have nothing to add so let us get on to this match


That haunting double piano note repeats throughout the arena as ‘Waiting For The End’ by Linkin Park hits the speakers sending another wave of cheers and adulation through the fans. All of the lights in the arena blast to full white and every corner of the arena is lit up. Smith Jones walks out onto the stage dressed to compete in his trademark all white boots, pads, and trunks.

Mark:
Smith Jones has already once claimed the title of Lord of the Ring but was never able to cash in his title opportunity, so Jones is looking for his moment of redemption tonight you have to believe

Steele:
He can look all he wants he isn’t going to find anything.

Mark:
I’ll assume you are saying that because you have Jester winning this match?

Steele:
Obviously

He stands at the top of the ramp and looks out across the XWA fanbase, true blue as far as the eye can see. Jones stays at the top of the ramp and raises his fist high above his head. He looks straight up at the ceiling above him for a moment and then closes his eyes. He listens to the roar of the crowd and he is filled with momentary peace. Smith opens his fist above him, spreading his fingers and letting go of something invisible. Smith strides confidently down to ringside and mounts the steel ring steps. He wipes his feet before parting the ropes and taking centre stage. He moves quickly to his corner putting his back to the corner and steeling himself for what he knows will be one of the hardest battles he has ever experienced.

Mark:
Well regardless of who you think is going to win Matt you can’t deny the caliber of opponent that Smith Jones represents

Steele:
I can and I will, Smith shouldn’t even be in the same ring as Jester

Mark:
You do realize Jones defeated Jester right before the tournament started in a preview match on Massacre right?

Steele:
SLANDER!!!!!

Mark:
….Um…..nope…..That actually happened Matt

Steele:
Obviously this is some kind of fake news that you are presenting as fact, but even if it was true clearly Jester was just trying to instill Jones with a false sense of confidence and play the long con

Mark:
You are delusional and that is one of the most ridiculous claims I have ever heard made in my life

Steele:
The truth shall set you free Mark

Mark:
*Rolls Eyes*

As the opening drums of The Feud's rendition of Kate Bush classic "Running Up That Hill" hit the PA system, excitement hits the air. The song explodes to life and the Worst of the Pavees herself- wearing her leather jacket and beanie over her gear- emerges from behind the curtain, her face showing an anxious look what could almost be called worry yet the smile on her face is one of pure confidence as she takes in the massive ovation from the crowd.

Mark:
And here she comes the Lethal Lackeen, The Worst of the Pavees, The Journeylass, The Bee's Knees, The Rubberband Girl, The World's Toughest Pavee, The Best Problem Ever….

Steele:
Okay we get it she has a lot of nicknames

She's holding her arms out as she struts down the ramp and swaying her head to the beat of her entrance theme, her eyes closed. She's lost in the moment, there's nowhere else she'd rather be right now.Once she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she pulls her beanie off and thrusts it into her pocket as she skates up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle. As the fans cheer, it's quite obviously not loud enough for her, as she lifts her arms up, indicating for them to get louder. Once the eccentric Irish traveller has spent enough time up there, Emery leaps down from the top rope and into the ring, transitioning from that into probably the most graceful, crisp forward-roll you've ever seen. Once she's in there, she runs to the rope right behind her bouncing off it as she drops to her knees and skids forwards, as all the lights drop except a single spotlight on her and the lights from cell phone cameras as her upperbody falls backward, her mind racing trying to figure out a strategy as Smith Jones just stares on his expression never changing as he waits in his corner .

Mark:
The flashing lights from the crowd tell the tale and Emery Layton is clearly the fan favorite tonight in this match

Steele:
Bah! Who the hell cares what these fans think, we are going to get to see a legend enter in a moment

Mark:
Seriously can you just comment on what is happening at this time and drop this fanboy act for one second

Steele:
Not an act and I don’t like the slanderous remarks you are making about me

Mark:
Wow! Been watching a lot of Law and Order using all those big words?

Steele:
Nah I’ve been wrapped up in Better Call Saul and…...WAIT…..I mean No…...I’m just waiting for Jester to come to ring and I don’t care about either of these losers

Mark:
That’s Mark one and Steele zero

Steele:
…….

After a few moments of just simply listening to the cheers, she flips onto her front and crawls into her corner, removing her jacket and dumping the battered old thing to the outside as she sits down, legs flat out, staring across the ring at Smith Jones.

Mark:
Alright Matt it’s your favorite time of the night now

Steele:
You are damn right Mark and it’s time to shut your stupid mouth and prepare to bask in greatness

The lights in the arena go dark as a maniacal laugh fills the arena. The laughter slowly fades as the drums begin for ‘Archangel’, purple and white lights flash along with the beat as the music continues to build.

Steele:
And here he comes the next Lord of the Ring, Prepare To grovel Mark

Mark:
…….

Just as the crescendo and the vocals begin a single purple spotlight hits the top of the stage to illuminate Jester with his trademark twisted grin, yet there is something more behind it tonight a sense of purpose to the madness if you will, as the crowd’s boos reign down upon the Funnyman.

Steele:
These sheep here in England clearly don’t understand what kind of greatness they are in the presence of

Mark:
………..

Steele:
What cat got your tongue Mark?

Mark:
You told me to *AHEM* Shut My Stupid Mouth, so I thought I’d give you a second to spew your lunacy

Steele:
……When did you turn into such a dick Mark?

Mark:
I had to work with DJS for the past 2 months, it changes a man

Jester saunters down the ramp, ignoring the few british smarks reaching out for high fives, never letting the smile fade from his face as he just stares daggers towards his two opponents standing in the ring. Jester reaches the bottom of the ramp and quickly rolls under the bottom rope, springing quickly to his feet and giving one more glare towards Emery and Jones before turning and jumping up onto the turnbuckle, going to his normal pre-match perch but his head is down, cackling to himself while he plots what dastardly things he can perpetrate against his “victims” his stringy green hair obscuring his entire face, as the house lights once again go out and a single spotlight illuminates the center of the ring revealing a gorgeous Hana Ramirez. She is dressed to the nines for this special evening, wearing a form fitting gold sequin cocktail dress that literally sends rays of light reflecting throughout the entire audience every time she moves. The crowd once again goes silent as Hana slowly raises the mic to her mouth

Hana Ramirez:
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Welcome to the Finals of this year’s Lord of the Ring Tournament….

The british crowd can’t hold themselves back and an ovation sweeps through the 55,000 fans, the intensity of the ovation actually takes Hana a bit by surprise but the surprise quickly melts away into pure happiness as she once again raises the mic to her lips

Hana Ramirez:
This match is a Triple Threat Elimination Match and the Winner will be Declared The Lord Of The Ring, introducing first the winner of group 1, He is the Winter Warrior, and there is only One……….SMITH JONESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!]

The crowd swells with cheers again as a spotlight hits Jones as he raises one arm into the air, his face still stoic and his eyes just move back and forth from both of his opponents before he lets his arm drop

Hana Ramirez:
Introducing next, the winner of group 2, She is The Lethal Lackeen, The Worst of the Pavees, The Journeylass, She Is………….Emery Laytonnnnnnnn!!!!!]

The cheer that erupts from the crowd dwarfs the one Smith Jones received as the spotlight hits the still sitting Layton. Her arms snatch the top ropes and she catapults herself to a vertical base, the adrenaline and nervous energy almost launching her into Hana Ramirez standing mid ring, but Layton recovers and throws her arms into the air soaking in the adulation from the Manchester crowd before slowly backing into her corner her eyes darting between the stoic Jones and the still perched Jester.

Mark:
The clear crowd favorite and the person I am rooting for to take home this Lord of the Ring win

Steele:
Wow! Really just going to show straight favoritism to a competitor right now huh?

Mark:
Did you honestly just say that to me?

Steele:
Wait! Shut Up! They are about introduce the greatest man in wrestling and the man who will win tonight

Mark:
I can’t believe I ever said I missed you

Hana Ramirez:
Introducing the final competitor, the winner of group three, The XWA Original, The Funnyman, The One Who Laughs Last…………[/b]]Jesterrrrrrrr!!!!!!!![/b]]

The Manchester crowd erupts with boos as the spotlight hits the still perched Doom Clown, he doesn’t move at first before finally snapping his head backwards, flipping the hair out of his face and revealing a menacing smile as Jester slowly hops down from the turnbuckle a devilish cackle exits his lips as he simply leans back into the corner, his wild eyes darting from Layton to Jones and back

Steele:
The greatest man to walk the planet and tonight he claims the crown that he deserved all those years ago

Mark:
Well I will say Jester did go on a hell of a run to make it to this finals but the same could be said about both Layton and Jones

Steele:
Only one of these three is a legend and that is all that matters, tonight a legend claims another prize

The house lights come back up as all three competitors stand in their corners as senior referee Jack Tickles replaces Hana mid ring, he gives a quick look towards all the wrestlers in the rings before with a shake of his head and wave to the time keeper he calls for the bell.

Ding! Ding!! Ding!!!]

Jester explodes out of his corner, catching everyone by surprise and lunges towards Jones and catches him with a double leg takedown and immediately begins raining down fists and forearms into the face of the Winter Warrior

Steele:
Yah Jester! Avenge that loss!

Mark:
I thought you said that was fake news

Steele:
…….

Mark:
That’s Mark 2 and Steele still 0

Layton takes a step forward to put herself into the fray, but the words of Adam Fenric echo through her head saying “Be Smart”, and she forces herself to stay in her corner, her body literally quaking with energy as she stares at Jester still laying fists into Jones

Mark:
Emery showing restraint right here as you can clearly tell she is chomping at the bit to get into the action

Steele:
Guaranteed this doesn’t last long, that girl has no chill

Jester continues his assault cackling as he lays hammer blows into Jones, who has both his hands up but cannot block every blow from the madman perched on his chest. Jester suddenly bounds back to his feet and begins to deliver stomp after stomp into the face and chest of Jones, The Funnyman’s face one of malice and rage as delivers boot after boot into Jones. Jester’s continues his assault until he suddenly feels a arm reach up and hook around his thigh before his body is violently jerked backwards as Emery rolls him up into a tight school boy roll up. Tickles immediately drops down for the count

1…

Jester kicks out and lands on his stomach as Layton scurries quickly back to her feet and she tries to go back on the offense but Jester quickly gets to his knees and delivers a huge shot into the stomach of Layton, doubling her over and giving him time to reach his feet. The Funnyman grabs Layton by her long flowing red locks with both hands before viciously slamming her face first into the mat, sending a wave of boos throughout the audience as Jester begins to deliver stomps into the back of Layton’s head

Steele:
See told you she had no chill and now she is paying the price

Mark:
Jester has started this match quickly and he clearly is not out here to make friends

Steele:
Obviously he isn’t out here to make friends, these two pee-ons don’t deserve to be friends with a man like Jester

The crowd keeps letting their boos reign down upon the Funnyman as he continues to deliver boot after boot into Layton. The menacing smile once again crosses Doom Clown’s face as he stares out into the sea of booing Manchester fans, he reaches down and grabs Layton once again by the hair and begins to pull her up but a shoulder driving into the back of his knee quickly changes that plan as Jones hits Jester with a wicked chop block much to the delight of the crowd. Jones wastes no time in getting back to his feet and begins to deliver stomps of his own into the downed Jester.

Mark:
And this is the problem with having no friends as you have to fight a war on two fronts

Steele:
This is bullshit, Jones and Layton need to show Jester the respect he is deserved and stop attacking him from behind

Mark:
You are a ludicrous human and if this was Jester attacking from behind you would be singing his praises

Steele:
I would not, I hold all competitors to the highest of standards regardless if they are a legend in this industry and the best thing this company has ever produced

Mark:
*Rolls Eyes* It is like talking to a brick wall at points

Jones offers no reprieve as he grabs Jester by the head and pulls him back to a sitting position before blasting him in the chest with a wicked shoot kick, sending a “thwack” echoing through the arena as Jester’s chest immediately takes on a red shade as he slams back into the mat. Emery stands up slowly shaking her head and slowly turns to see Smith Jones standing over Jester, their eyes meet for a second before both begin to deliver stomp after stomp into the downed Jester, sending a huge ovation through the crowd as they watch their favorites pummel The Doom Clown.

Steele:
JESUS! TICKLES DO YOUR JOB! THEY ARE DOUBLE TEAMING HIM!!!

Matt:
You realized this is a no DQ Triple Threat match and thus Tickles has no power to do much of anything besides count the pinfall or render a submission

Steele:
But…..

Matt:
And even it wasn’t No DQ this attack is well within the rules of a normal triple threat and Jester clearly wants no friends and this is the consequence, so really what in the hell are you asking Tickles to do?

Steele:
…….

Matt:
I’m going to stop counting soon because this is a slaughterhouse but Sanction 3, Steele still a 0

The babyfaces continue to lay boot after boot into Jester as the crowd just continues to cheer, enjoying seeing Jester get some sort of comeuppance for his transgressions. Layton suddenly calls for Smith to stop the stomping as a smile crosses the Lethal Lackeen’s face, Jones complies though his stoic expression shows some signs of confusion as Emery sits Jester up before delivering a wicked shoot kick into Jester’s chest sending him snapping to the mat. Jones expression flickers to one of a smile for a second as he realizes Layton is challenging him to who can hit harder which he gladly complies to as he lifts Jester back to his seated position and delivers a vicious shoot kick of his own into The Funnyman’s chest, the “thwack” noise sending another wave of cheers through the crowd as Jester holds his beat red chest and rolls around on the mat trying to escape his attackers. Emery however will have none of that and reaches down to grab Jester’s hair again but suddenly Jones strikes out and catches her with a European uppercut, sending her staggering backwards as Jester rolls out of the ring and lands with a thump on the ringside floor. Jones gives one look out to the recovering Jester before turning his attention back to Emery and delivering another uppercut into the jaw of the Lethal Lackeen who stumbles into the ropes, having to use the top rope to steady herself as she tries to clear the stars from her eyes

Matt:
Smitty clearly done with being friendly and is now turning his attention to Emery

Steele:
Who the hell cares about that, I just hope Jester is okay

Matt:
Why don’t you go check on him? Then none of us would have to hear your insane fan boy ramblings for a little while

Steele:
You’d like that wouldn’t you?

Matt:
Yes. Yes I would, I thought that was pretty obvious when I told you to go do it

Steele:
……

Jones face shows nothing but determination as he presses his advantage delivering another hard uppercut before grabbing Layton’s right arm and sending her catapulting towards the ropes, the Worst of the Pavees is powerless to stop her momentum and the rope send her rebounding into a waiting Jones’ arms who quickly locks his hands around her waist and pops his hips sending Layton soaring through the air with a belly to belly suplex, her legs actually hit the middle ropes which causes her neck and upper back to lack awkwardly on the ring. Jones quickly grabs Layton’s arm and drags her away from the ropes before dropping down for a cover.

1….

Layton kicks out the minute Tickles hand hits for one, this doesn’t deter Smith however who jumps to his feet, however the recovered Funnyman’s boot connecting solidly with his face is an entirely different story.

Steele:
BOOM! Jester was just lying in wait on the outside, I knew it the whole time. Striking at just the right moment

Mark:
I’ll give it to Jester he definitely caught Jones off guard with that single leg dropkick and once again Jester seems to of taken the advantage

The Funnyman slithers quickly back to his feet looking at both of his downed opponents as a slight manic chuckle escapes his lips, before he bounds forward and pounces on Jones, once again delivering hammer fists as the Winter Warrior tries to cover up once again

Mark:
Jester focusing his whole attack of Smith Jones so far here and I don’t think that’s wise of him to ignore Emery Layton

Steele:
Bah! Don’t try and give Jester advice on how to wrestle his matches, you know not what you speak of

Mark:
I’m just saying she is undefeated here and has beaten some of the best the XWA has to offer including Trace Demon and many, many others

Steele:
Never beaten Jester has she?

Mark:
…..

Steele:
HA! That’s Steele 1 Sanction 3

Jester’s flurry only stops as he once again climbs to his feet, but this time he grabs the brown locks of Jones and drags him up with him. Jones’ tries to regain his composure as he reaches his feet, Jester however presses his advantage and shoves Jones backwards into the corner turnbuckle. Smith has no time to react as Jester’s left leg lashes through the air and drives hard into his chest, sending a “thwack” through the arena that silences the smarky British crowd for a moment. The Funnyman smiles to the front row fans before delivering another thunderous shoot kick into the chest of Jones, the Winter Warrior’s chest beginning to match Jester’s after these kicks. Another kick arcs through the air and makes contact once again with Smith’s chest, before the Funnyman runs across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle, another chuckle escapes his lips as he explodes forward towards the prone Jones, but Layton suddenly nips up and dives towards the sprinting Jester catching him flush in the face with a forearm shot, the Funnyman however doesn’t stay down and leaps to his feet but is met with another flying forearm from the surging Emery Layton.

Mark:
I’m taking that point you gave yourself away as my point was just proven to 100% Fact

Steele:
Nu Ah! My point was she hasn’t beaten Jester, so don’t you try and take my point away

The Funnyman seems to be climbing to his feet on instinct alone as he once again staggers to his feet only to be met by the soles of Layton’s boots as she delivers a beautiful dropkick, sending Jester staggering back into the corner turnbuckle. Layton nips to her feet in the middle of the ring to a surge of joy from the crowd as she looks at her two opponents both staggered in the corners
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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby TheJester » Wed Aug 30, 2017 9:27 pm

Mark:
Layton taking the firm advantage and I think it might be time for The Kicks Inside to begin

Layton gives one more smile to the crowd before catapulting herself forwards and leaping into the air and delivering a huge dropkick into the chest of Jester. Emery is to her feet in a moment and charges forward leaping into the air and delivering a huge dropkick into the chest of Jones, who finally collapses to a sitting position in the corner, as Layton once again bounds to her feet and charges at The Funnyman. Jester however charges forward out of the corner and looks to decapitate Layton with a clothesline, but The Lethal Lackeen ducks under the errant blow and keeps going pushing off the middle turnbuckle and spinning in the air to keep speed as she once again charges at Jester, but The Funnyman spins and his right leg moves faster than the eye could see as it connects full force into the upper thigh of Layton sending her flipping through the air and cannonballing into Smith’s prone body.

Steele:
Now that was a thing of beauty right there using the one idiot to hurt the other idiot

Mark:
Seriously I hope one of them hears you and comes over here and knocks your teeth down your throat

Steele:
You’ve really changed man. You should really talk to someone about this

Jester uses his foot to roll Layton away as he then grabs Smith’s leg and jerks him forward before rolling him up into a deep cover.

1…

Smith throws his shoulder up before Tickles can even think about going for a second count and Jester gives a snarl towards the old man as he once again stands, dragging Jones by the hair with him, to a vertical base. Jester gives Jones a smile before his left hand cracks The Winter Warrior across the face, a cackle escaping The Doom Clown’s lips as the crowd lets out an audible “OOOOOOO”

Mark:
Jester just once again just disrespecting anyone and everyone who steps into the ring with him

Jones head immediately snaps back and he meets Jester eye to eye before both latch on to each other and begin to deliver strike after strike into the face of the other man, both men trying to pummel the other’s face into a different configuration. A loud whistle suddenly echoes through the arena and the 2 men stop their assault only to see a top rope perched Emery Layton take flight through the air and deliver a missile like boot into the chest of both Jester and Smith Jones sending both men rolling across the ring as the crowd once again is sent into a frenzy of cheers.

Mark:
Layton taking out both of her opponent's with that amazing missile dropkick

Jester and Jones both scramble to their feet and all 3 competitors stand in the ring once again, their eyes all flicking between each other as the crowd quiets, feeling the electricity in the air as all three begin to slowly circle the ring, all of them trying to form a new plan of attack for this match. Layton is the first to try and lash out as she tries to deliver a kick to Jester, but The Funnyman dodges sideways avoiding the contact, unfortunately for Jester, Smith seemingly saw this whole sequence coming and meets the moving Jester in the stomach with a big knee strike doubling the Funnyman over. Jones has no time to follow up on his attack as his jaw is unexpectedly rattled by a stinging forearm from The Lethal Lackeen, she cocks her arm back to deliver another shot but is caught off guard herself as Jester enters the fray again blasting her with a elbow of his own. All three competitors try to shake out some cobwebs before all of them simultaneously strike out with elbows all finding homes with others chins and all three fall to the mat.

Mark:
Triple Knockout by Elbow! These 3 are already beating 7 shades of shit out of each other and this crowd absolutely loves it

Steele:
Well I don’t like to but I have to agree with the idiots behind us as this has been fun so far

Mark:
I’m shocked an actual comment that wasn’t dripping into fanboyism, I’m proud of you Steele

Steele:
To borrow a line from DJS, Piss Off Mark!

Just as the announcers were talking about the Manchester crowd is completely engrossed in this match with dueling chants of “Let’s Go Layton” and “Smitty! Smitty! Smitty!” sweep through the arena as those two competitors slowly make their way back to their feet. Layton and Jones give one look to the still downed Jester before abruptly lunging at each other and engaging in a collar and elbow tie up. Jones being the much bigger competitor takes a quick advantage with a side headlock, but Layton is as slippery as an eel and easily slips the headlock and steps behind Jones before locking in a side headlock of her own, wrenching with all her strength on the much bigger Jones neck. Layton has very little time to enjoy the advantage as Jones quickly locks his arms around Layton’s waist and lifts her high into the air before planting her neck and upper back into the mat with a back suplex driver, Jones doesn’t release his grip and immediately rolls both himself and Emery back to their feet before adjusting his position to directly behind The Lethal Lackeen before once again popping his hips, releasing his grip and sending Emery flying through the air with a release german suplex, Layton lands hard on her neck again and the momentum propels her back to her stomach as Jones quickly climbs to his feet again, The Doom Clown was lying in wait this time and immediately goes for a stiff lariat on Smitty but Jones has entered a different mind set and easily ducks the outstretched arm, ducking behind Jester and locking his hands quickly around The Funnyman’s waist and in one smooth motion sends Jester overhead with a german suplex planting the Funnyman into the mat as the entire crowd begins to chant “Suplex Smitty *Clap! Clap! ClapClapClap! Suplex Smitty” as Jones once again keeps his kung fu grip locked around Jester’s waist and rolls them both up to a vertical base before he keeps the assault going by popping his hips once again and planting The Doom Clown into the mat with another german suplex, the grip of Suplex Smitty is unbreakable and he once again rolls himself up to a vertical base dragging the out of it Jester with him. Emery though has had ample time to recover and gets to her feet quickly and charges at the mass of bodies known as Jones and Jester, but Jones sees this attack coming and wraps his arm around the charging Layton before popping his hips and sending both of his opponents careening through the air with a german and belly to belly suplex respectively. The crowd explodes with “HOLY SHIT!!” chants as both Layton and Jester crash to the mat.

Mark:
MY GOD! What power from Smitty right there that was almost 400lbs he just sent flying through the air with ease

Smitty flies back to his feet feeding off the chanting crowd as Emery Layton staggers back to her feet only for Jones to deliver the toe of his boot into her gut before locking her in a front facelock, hooking her left leg and once again sends Layton through the air and plants her to the mat with a Fisherman suplex, but Jones keeps his grip and bridges up into a pin

1…
2…

Layton uses her free right leg and kicks out just after the second count.

Mark:
Jones using every suplex he can think of here tonight and was just oh so close to scoring the first pinfall in this match

Steele:
Good let these two idiots eliminate each other so Jester can claim what he deserves

With the grip of Jones broken Emery tries to roll away but Jones is already back upon her delivering stomps into the chest of Layton pressing his advantage before once again ripping the Lethal Lackeen to her feet and sending her once again flying towards to the ropes, but Jones follows closely behind and the minute Layton’s back makes contact with the rubber coated steel Smith delivers a lariat sending her flipping over the top rope and crashing to the outside. Jones gives one look to Layton who is trying to quickly recover on the outside before erupting towards the opposite set of ropes and using the ropes to add speed before catapulting himself through the middle and second rope and connecting flush with Layton’s face and upper body with a huge suicide dive.

Matt:
Tomorrow Just came today as Jones just took out Layton with that dive

The momentum of Jones actually drives Layton crashing hard back first into the barricade as Smitty quickly scrambles back to his feet and grabs Layton pulling her away from the barricade and turning to send her back into the ring, but a flying 245lbs frame of Jester flipping over the top rope and crashing into both of them completely changes that plan and the British crowd can’t hold itself back as a small pop erupts through the arena

Steele:
TOPE CON HILO FROM THE FUNNYMAN! WOOT WOOT!

Mark:
Wow really shows how much Jester wants this win to put his body on the line like that

All 3 competitors are down on the outside but Jester is the first to his feet, cackling while he stands and once again looks down upon his downed opponents, the laughter suddenly stops as an nefarious grin spreads across the Funnyman’s face as he turns around and begins ripping up the protective matting on the outside, exposing the cold and unforgiving concrete below. Jester finishes his destruction of the ringside area and turns his attention back to his opponents and much to the surprise of everyone grabs the fiery locks of Layton and drags her over to the exposed concrete before jerking her to her feet and throwing her head between his legs. Jester barks insults at some of the front row fans who are booing him before hooking his arms around the thighs of Layton

Mark:
God No, Jester is setting up to package piledrive Layton on that exposed concrete

Steele:
End Her Jester!!!!

Jester gives one more evil grin to the front row before lifting Emery into the air, but the Lethal Lackeen senses her peril and uses all the strength she can find to kick her legs and prevent her head from being driven into the concrete. The attempt works and the second Emery feels solid ground beneath her feet quickly dives forward squirting between Jester’s legs and in one smooth motion turns leaps into the air and wraps her legs around the head of The Funnyman before snapping backwards and spiking Jester’s head into the exposed concrete once again sending the crowd into mass hysteria and chants of “Holy Shit!”

Mark:
Layton counters and delivers a devastating reverse rana to Jester and I don’t know if there is any recovering from that

Steele:
NO!!!!

Jester’s body lays on its stomach arms and legs splayed out in unnatural positions as Layton slowly stands up, clutching her neck and back, before letting out a fiery war cry as she turns to the fallen Doom Clown. Some of the ringside crew members rush over to check on Jester shooing her away from the fallen Funnyman before she can continue the attack, but this doesn’t bother Layton who promptly turns her attention to the still recovering Jones, who has made it back to his knees, she descends on him quickly and lashes out with side kick connecting flush with the still beat red chest of Jones, Layton’s leg lashes out again and again as the crowd counts along with the strikes

Crowd:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7

Jones chest has the visage of a tomato at this point as the fiery irish woman relents her attack and slides quickly into the ring, giving a smile to the crowd before darting towards the ropes and sending herself screaming across the ring before taking her turn to dive through the ropes towards Jones, but One and Only Smith Jones being the tactician he is, is already 2 steps ahead of Layton and pops back to his feet and using matrix like flexibility catches the diving Layton before propelling her back first into the barricade with a belly to belly suplex sending a deafening “thwack” throughout the arena as Layton’s body crumples to the ringside floor. Once again the crowd erupts with cheers as all three competitors lay on the outside of the ring, Jones the only one who seems to have any sense of himself as he tries to crawl back to his feet.

Mark:
Take It Home from Smitty and if he could just get either of these 2 back in the ring I think we might be ready to crown our Lord of the Ring

Steele:
Somebody tell me if Jester is okay, that is what is really important right now

Mark:
*Rolls Eyes* How do you even have a job in this company still?

Steele:
Tenure!!! BAY BAY!!!!

Smitty makes it back to his feet rubbing his blood red chest and trying to shake the cobwebs from his brain as he quickly makes his way over to the still downed Jester

Mark:
Well I don’t agree with this, Jones should be trying to capitalize on the damage he just did to Layton and not keep going after Jester

Steele:
Completely agree, leave him alone Jones

Jones shoves the ringside crew members out of the way before grabbing a handful of stringy green hair and pulling Jester back up and tossing him under the bottom rope. Smitty slides in quickly after him and hooks the leg for the pin.

1….
2….

The Funnyman throws his outside shoulder up just after the 2 count much to the chagrin of Jones and the Crowd who once again begin chanting “Lets Go Smitty” over and over again. Smitty’s expression doesn’t falter and the stoic look of determination continues to exude confidence as he quickly climbs back to his feet and gives one look towards the still fallen Jester before making his way quickly to the nearest turnbuckle and pounding his hand on the top of it before quickly ascending the buckle.

Mark:
Looks like we are about to see some beautiful Visual Music

Jones reaches the top rope and adjusts his footing to take flight but he suddenly feels a set of hands on his backside shoving him forward and with nothing to grab onto, Jones is sent flying through the air crashes violently face first into the barricade and crumples to the ringside floor as Emery Layton stands leaning on the turnbuckle that Smith Jones intended to fly from in a different manner, a smile across her face as the crowd begins the chants of “Let’s Go Layton”

Steele:
Another attack from behind by Layton, what a dirty, dirty cheat she is, no wonder she hasn’t lost here she is a chicken who sneaks up on people

Mark:
Your double standards never cease to amaze me

Layton stands for a moment soaking in the adulation and letting it fuel her as she spins around and turns her attention to her Jester, who has managed to make his way to the ropes and is using them to slowly pull himself up. An idea crosses Emery’s mind as she quickly moves down the ropes still clutching the top rope but positioning herself directly in front of the still recovering madman, she lets him reach both feet before she gracefully leaps to the top and springboards herself through the air turning and twisting midair and catching both her legs around the neck of Jester, but the wily veteran uses all that momentum against her and instead of letting himself be flipped through the air he sits out and spikes Layton to the mat with a ring shaking powerbomb, sending a wave of boos through the entire audience as Jester maintains his position and calls for Tickles to make the count

1…
2…

Layton throws her shoulders up at the last second breaking the senior referees count just as he goes to count the three. Jester falls backwards laying on the mat staring up into the lights and begins to just crow with laughter, only causing the Manchester crowd to grow louder with their jeers and insults towards him. The Funnyman’s laughter continues to echo through the arena as he slowly drags himself back to his feet, staring out into the booing sea of fans before his eyes come to rest solely on the exposed concrete on the outside and a painful memory gives the Doom Clown an evil idea. Jester moves quickly towards Layton and drives some well-placed boots into the Lethal Lackeen’s face before grabbing her by the face and wrenching her back to her feet. The Funnyman gives Layton one last evil grin before throwing head between his legs and cackling like a madman as he points towards the exposed concrete

Mark:
Oh No! Jester had better not be thinking what I think he is

Steele:
Oh he is and it’s time to end this cheating gypsy’s career

The crowd’s boos subside as the realization of what is about to occur sweeps through the arena and the renewed chants of “Lets Go Layton” only seem to fuel the cackling madman who throws a finger on each hand up and extends them towards the audience before wrapping his arms around the waist of Layton, snapping her into the air, charging forward and sending her sailing through the air. Layton seems to freeze in mid air for a moment, her arms reaching out into the nothingness, before time goes into fast forward and she crashes to the outside, her back and neck landing harshly on the exposed concrete. The sickening splat silencing the entire Manchester crowd as the ring side crew immediately rush over to check on the fallen Lethal Lackeen. Jester staggers backwards looking out at the crew checking on Layton, his smile widening by the second, as he slowly turns and sees Jones down on the other side of the ringside area and this proves to be too much for The Funnyman whose body begins to convulse with psychotic laughter as he stands in the middle of the ring

Mark:
Jester is just sick, how can he be so damn proud of himself at this moment

Steele:
He isn’t Sick, he is the Lord of the Ring this company deserves and if you could wrestle you would also be damn proud of being the only person still moving in that ring right now

Mark:
….I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but that is actually a pretty good point Matt

Steele:
HA! That makes it Steele 2 Mark 3, I’m coming back Bay Bay!

Mark:
I knew I’d regret those words

The laughter continues to echo throughout the arena as the crowd once again begins to chant for the babyfaces, trying to will them back into fighting shape. Jester clutches his neck as he slowly turns and drops down to his back to roll to the outside, The Funnyman makes a beeline for Layton but is cut off by the paramedics who are attending to her, which only results in Jester’s laughter growing louder as he attempts to shove by them, but the group of 3 men manage to hold Jester away

Steele:
Oh come on there is a damn match going on get the hell out of his way

Mark:
When Jester was down on the outside you were literally yelling at the paramedics to protect him, just because you said it while blocking your mic doesn’t mean I didn’t hear it, so please upon all that is holy cut it with these double standards

Steele:
I have no idea what you are talking about and once again I have the highest standards in the business

vJester scowls at the ringside crew but relents and turns on his heel and begins making his way around ringside to the still recovering Jones. The Funnyman reaches his prey and reaches down to grab the hair of Jones, but Smitty responds by delivering a wicked right into Jester’s midsection, sending the Doom Clown staggering backwards as Jones pulls himself fully back up using the barricade for help and as he finally stands we get an idea of what kind of damage the barricade did because Jones face is a mask of pure crimson and the blood is already leaking down onto his chest.

Mark:
Smith Jones has been busted open by that barricade and he is bleeding like a stuck pig from that giant gash on his forehead

Steele:
Uh, That is so Gross!

Mark:
I swear you are a 3 year old trapped in an old man’s body

Jones tries to wipe the blood from his eyes, but Jester is back upon him and delivers a huge right handed haymaker, sending blood spraying into the front row but Smith keeps feet under him somehow and responds in kind with a haymaker of his own, rocking The Funnyman’s chin but not able to drop him. Jester fires with another sleeping pill of a haymaker and connects once again connects with Smith’s chin and this one drops Jones back down to one knee.

Steele:
How do this idiots not learn, do not get into a strike fest with the legend Jester. He will knock you the F out

The front row fans scream for Jones to stand up while at the same time spitting venom and spite at the Funnyman, who just gives them a malicious smile in response before firing his left knee up into the face of Jones with a vicious Killing Joke, Smith almost falls forward but somehow manages to stay up on one knee, the blood pouring down his face as Jester slowly raises his left finger “gun” and puts it between the eyes of Jones, eliciting a huge round of jeers from the crowd as Jester slowly backs up a few feet, still holding his “gun” up and cackling the whole time.

Steele:
We are about to get to see my favorite joke of all time BAY BAY

Jester explodes towards the still kneeling Jones looking to decapitate the man, but Jones seemingly spurned on by the front row fans suddenly pops to his feet and steps forward before catching Jester around the waist with both hands and sending Jester overhead like a bullet back first towards the barricade

CRACK!!!!!!!]

The barricade literally crumples as the 245lbs frame of Jester crashes into it, the cracking noise literally silencing the 55,000 fans for a moment before the “Holy Shit” chant spreads through the entire arena like wild fire.

Steele & Mark:
HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!

Tickles stands in the middle of the ring glancing back and forth between all 3 downed competitors on the outside, looking like a lost and scared child as he realizes there is nothing that he can do at this point. The chant of “Holy Shit!” continues to echo throughout the entire arena as Smith Jones finally begins to stir.

Mark:
How any of these competitors moving at this point, I have no idea, as all three are have put themselves through hell already and we haven’t even had an elimination yet.

Steele:
This never happens but I’m truly speechless at this point

Jones finally rolls over to his stomach and begins to try and push himself back up, the blood literally dripping from his face as he reaches all fours, as the “Holy Shit!” chants slowly switch over to “Let’s Go Smitty! Clap! Clap! ClapClapClap! Let’s Go Smitty” this seems to fuel the Winter Warrior as he finally pushes himself back up to a vertical base, staggering backwards and having to use the apron for support but back on two feet, much to the delight of the fans and while it’s hard to tell through all the blood Jones expression is no longer stoic and instead one of fury and determination as he pushes himself away from the apron towards the still unmoving body of Jester lying in the mess of broken barricade and front row chairs. Jones uses the still standing part of the barricade to steady himself as he reaches with his right hand and grasps the green locks of Jester’s hair, before using the strength he has left to jerk the Funnyman out of the mess of barricade, Smith’s attempt succeeds and Jester is pulled to his feet for a second before collapsing face first at the ringside area, showing the damage that was caused to his back by going through the barricade.

Mark:
Good God! Jester’s back looks like he was just ravaged by a jungle cat and now he is bleeding as well

Steele:
Hey you idiots around ringside get over there and help him!

Mark:
You forgot to say that off mic, King of Double Standards

Steele:
Piss Off Mark! This is not the time, nor the place for your shit, Jester could be hurt and what would we do then, HUH?

Mark:
Keep the match going and crown either Layton or Jones as Lord of the Ring

Steele:
….I hate you

Jones leans against the barricade, his mind swimming from blood loss, staring down at his now blood stained white ring gear, before letting out an animalist growl and pushing himself off the barricade and reaching down and grabbing Jester by his hair and tights and somehow finding an energy reserve that no man should have wrenches Jester to his feet before tossing him under the bottom rope. Jones almost falls backwards but catches the bottom rope with his right arm before pulling himself forward and rolling his own hurt body under the bottom rope and pushes himself up to one knee to stare at the fallen Jester. Part of Jones screams for him to pin the Doom Clown, but deep down he knows that it will take more to put Jester away, so he pushes himself back up to standing base before once again making his way over to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends quickly to the top, a hush falls over the crowd as he reaches the top. Smith’s legs almost give out as he perches on the top, but he gives one more bloody smile to the front row of fans before pushing off with all the strength left in his legs, sending him beautifully arcing through the air, before crashing down with all 229lbs across the chest of the Funnyman, the momentum literally sending Jones rolling backwards off of Jester, as the crowd responds with a thunderous ovation and the chants of “Smitty” once again sweep through the arena

Mark:
VISUAL MUSIC!!!!!

The battered Jones drags himself back towards Jester and drapes his arm over The Funnyman’s chest as Tickles drops down for the count.

1….
2….

Jester fires his shoulder up a millisecond before Tickles hand would of hit for the three and the bloody face of Smith Jones is one of complete shock as he stares at Tickles holding only 2 fingers up. Jones doesn’t argue as he wipes the blood from his eyes, his face once again returns to one of steely determination as he pushes himself back up to a vertical base. The lack of blood in his body causes him to stagger but maintains his footing as he slowly drags a thumb across his throat and slaps his knee.

[color=#FFFF80][b]Mark:
The Winter Warrior is calling for the end

[color=#FFFF80][b]Steele:
God damnit! Layton get in there and do something, get your irish ass off the floor

[color=#00FF40][b]The crowd begins to clap as Smitty stalks a slowly recovering Jester, Jones blood still flowing like a river down his face as he screams at The Funnyman to stand up. Jester finally complies with the Winter Warriors plea and slowly reaches a vertical base, Jones immediately lunges forward and jumps into the air looking to grab Jester’s head and convey a Point of Controversy to him however The Funnyman remembers this from their last encounter and manages to deliver a stiff arm to the chest of Jones, causing Smitty to completely miss and smash back first into the mat, the impact pushing him back to a seated position, but he doesn’t get long to sit like this as Jester explodes forward and viciously crushes Smith’s already bloody face with a huge knee strike.


Steele:
Never mind Jester can do it his damn self, Killing Joke BAY BAY!!!

The boos echo throughout the arena as the bloody Jester slowly drags himself into the cover.

1….
2….

It’s Smith Jones turn to kick out at the last millisecond as his shoulder clears the mat just before Tickles can administer the third count much to the delight of the Manchester Fans, but Jester is immediately screaming at the senior official about the “slow” count

Steele:
Honest to god can we get a referee who can properly count to three. That was easily at least 5

Mark:
I didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago when Tickles administered the same speed count when Jones was pinning Jester

Steele:
Get off my back Mark! I’m just out here trying to do my damn job as the color commentator

Mark:
HA! Now that was a funny joke right there

Steele:
……..*Pouting* You have become a massive dick Mark

Jester continues barking at the referee, but Tickles holds his ground and just keeps holding up 2 fingers. The Funnyman gives a snarl towards the old man, before grabbing Swift by the hair and standing both of them up. Jester begins to cackle as he slowly grabs Jones wrist, wrapping it around his waist and positions himself behind Jones

Mark:
Looks like Jester is done with the games and is looking to end Jones’ night right now

The Funnyman lets out one more evil cackle before shoving Jones forward and spinning him out, Jester jerks the arm tight and begins to swing the elbow looking for the knockout blow, but Jones using every bit of his ring intelligence and his free right arm actually leaps forward, catches Jester’s head and falls backwards, driving The Funnyman’s throat into his waiting knees.

Mark:
POINT OF CONTROVERSY! WHAT A COUNTER BY JONES!

Steele:
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

The crowd once more explodes with cheers as Jester’s body snaps back to the mat. Jones lays on his back a moment trying to muster his remaining strength as the blood continues to flow down his face. Smitty finally clears enough of the fog and slowly uses the ropes to pull himself up so he can end the Doom Clown’s dream of claiming the Lord of The Ring and put himself one step closer to reclaiming it himself

Oi!!!

The sudden noise causes Jones to turn on instinct which proves to be a very bad decision as he sees a recovered Emery Layton flying through the air and he is powerless to stop her as she catches him around the neck and drives his face into her shoulder.

Mark:
PRIKASSSAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Jones stays standing for a moment before collapsing face first into the mat and Layton scurries into a cover hooking both legs as Tickles makes the count.

1…..
2…..
3]

Hana Ramirez:
Smith Jones has been eliminated from this match

The crowd is completely split down the middle as Hana announces this, some boo and some cheer, as the ringside crew rush to get Jones out of the ring, as they finally slides Jones to the outside and the two ringside crew have him by the shoulders the crimson masked Smith Jones seems to regain a sense of consciousness and begins to try and struggle against the two men before his head sags forward, the blood dripping from his forehead, and his legs give out as the ringside crew members take Jones up the ramp.

Mark:
You can’t deny Jones effort here tonight and honestly I think he would of gone much farther in this match had he not suffered that vicious gash in his forehead

Steele:
Who the hell cares about him. It’s down to two now and Jester is coming for his ring

Layton sits up quickly scanning the ring for Jester but finds nothing as she wipes a small trickle of blood from the side of her mouth

Mark:
We’ve seen it before and now we are seeing it again, Layton clearly has some internal injuries from that huge powerbomb to the outside

Steele:
Jester is playing chess while the rest of these losers are playing checkers. Clearly he had this planned the whole time and wanted Layton to be in the finals with him

Mark:
You are sure talking a lot right now with Jester nowhere to be seen

Layton slowly stands to her feet, her entire body aching with every move but she knows that the Funnyman is lurking somewhere and she knows that if she can just hit one more big move it could be hers, the glory, the glamor, the recognition that would stand the test of time and with all these thoughts flying through Emery’s mind she quickly decides it is time to go on the offense as she slides to the outside of the ring. Layton warily begins to stalk the ringisde area, rounding each turnbuckle slowly but finding nothing. Emery’s mind flashes quickly to the thought that Jester may be under the ring, but the realization hits her far to late as two hands suddenly reach under from under the skirt and catch the Lethal Lackeen by the ankles and before Layton has another moment of thought she feels her entire body being catapulted forward and her face makes contact with the floor with a resounding “thud” as a cackling and bloody Funnyman drags himself out from under the ring.

Steele:
And that is how you outwit a cheater

Mark:
Stop calling Layton a cheater! You support one of the dirtiest competitors that this company has ever seen and if you call Emery Layton a cheater one more time, I swear to god I will rise from this chair and strike you down

Steele:
……

Mark:
Exactly! But Jester has clearly taken the advantage with some underhanded tactics and by god I don’t like them but you can’t fault the effectiveness

Jester continues to cackle as he slowly crawls to his feet, the blood on his back starting to congeal and making it look like a odd splatter painting of reds and blacks, the entire crowd booing and jeering loud enough for the entire European Nation to hear as The Funnyman leans back onto the apron cackling like a hyena staring at his fallen foe

Mark:
*Sarcastically* Jester clearly proud of himself right now

Steele:
Well wouldn’t you be? He just outwitted his opponent and took a clear advantage and the next pinfall or submission wins the whole damn thing! So I think I would be pretty damn proud as well

Mark:
……

The cackling suddenly stops as Jester cracks his neck sideways and a look of malevolence replaces any smile from before as The Funnyman quickly descends upon Layton, grabbing the fiery locks once again and lifting her face a few feet into the air before viciously slamming her face back into the ringside floor, the Doom Clown doesn’t relent and once again grabs hold of the hair of his opponent pulling her quickly to a standing position before using the hair and her tights to send her rolling under the bottom rope. The Funnyman climbs the upon the apron and ducks his head to climb through the ropes but suddenly the voices call for another play and Jester’s face contorts into a demonic grin as he slowly walks the apron to the turnbuckle soaking in the boos from the crowd as he slowly ascends the outside of the turnbuckle.

Steele:
People A Moment of Silence, we are about to see the crowing of the Lord of the Ring and it is going to be a thing of beauty

Jester reaches his perch and stops for a moment as he eyes Layton, his smile devilish and evil and he suddenly launches himself through the air contorting and extending his body looking to destroy the rest of the already injured insides of Emery Layton, but The Lethal Lackeen had just enough to recover and as she sees The Funnyman flying through the air she has just enough time to roll to the side and watch him crash into the mat with ring shaking force.

Mark:
Layton one step ahead of Jester and I think you might of called this match too soon there Matt

Steele:
….

Layton scrambles to her feet as Jester’s momentum forces him to all fours and the Lethal Lackeen explodes forward driving her knee through the face of Jester

Mark:
JESTER JUST ATE THE MUSIC!!! PIN HIM EMERY!!!!

Emery slowly recovers and pushes Jester onto his back as she hooks the inside leg

1…
2…

The Doom Clown finds a way to throw his outside shoulder up at the last second as Layton sits up staring at Jack Tickles holding up only 2 fingers when she knows it should've been three. Layton once again climbs to her feet, the adrenaline masking all the pain coursing through every inch of her being, as the crowd begins to the chant “Lets Go Layton!” and this fuels her on as she finds her way to the nearest turnbuckle and through the pain somehow hops gracefully to the top rope, perching herself and calling for Jester to stand

Mark:
She already took out Smith Jones tonight and Jester is about to suffer the same fate and Emery Layton is about to win those whole damn thing

Steele:


Layton’s shakes as she perches on the top rope the adrenaline the only thing keeping her going as she watches Jester slowly begin to rise, his back is still to her so she knows she has to time this just perfect with her jump, and as Jester turns slightly Emery flies through the air looking to once again to hit her favorite move and claim a title shot for whenever she wants but the Doom Clown is a wily veteran and was seemingly waiting for the flying Layton as his elbow flies through the air and connects flush with the Lethal Lackeen’s jaw, her body crumpling to the mat as the entire stadium falls to a dead silence. Jester drops back first into the cover arrogantly counting along with Tickles

1....
2….

Emery’s entire body fires together throwing both her shoulders up just before Tickles hands hits for the three as Jester once again sits up his face one of surprise for a moment before he just begins to psychotically laugh his entire body convulsing as the crowd once again begins to try and cheer Layton to rise to her feet and destroy this insane madman

Mark:
This crowd and I clearly agree, Let Go Layton!!!!!

Steele:
HA! Just keep dreaming, the time has come

Layton somehow begins to drag herself to a standing base as the cackling madman doesn’t move, she reaches the vertical base and one more time having to wipe the blood from her mouth she lines up the back of head of Jester before running forward, diving and looking to drive her knee through the cranium of The Funnyman, but once again the veteran was waiting for this and the Funnyman flops backwards causing the Lethal Lackeen to find nothing but air and crash hard into the canvas.

Steele:
LETS GO JESTER!!!!!

Mark:
…..

The Funnyman slithers to his feet slowly as Layton pushes herself up to all fours trying to recover, Jester sees his opportunity though and launches himself left knee first and striking with the ball of his knee into the temple of Layton, crumpling her once again to the mat. The battered Doom Clown stands quickly to his feet, knowing that he has to end this now, snatches Emery by to wrist and quickly pulls her up.

Mark:
Come On Layton, one more counter and you got this thing

Steele:
And you call me a mark

Jester gives a smile to crowd as he holds Layton in position to administer No Laughing Matter, Layton suddenly realizes the prediciment she is in and begins to strike out with elbows trying to free herself from the grip of the Doom Clown, but Jester suddenly snaps his head foreward and connects with the back of Layton’s head with a huge headbutt, turning Emery’s legs to jelly the final gasps of fight gone from her body as Jester maintains wrist control. Shaking off the pain in his own forehead the Funnyman gives one more chuckle before shoving Layton forward, letting her go as far as she can before jerking the right arm tight and driving a monstrous elbow to and through the jaw of Emery Layton.

Steele:
NO LAUGHING MATTER!!!!!!!!

A pin drop could be heard as Jester falls on top of Layton for the cover

1…
2…
3]

Ding! Ding!! Ding!!!

Hana Ramirez:
Your Winner and the 2017 Lord of the Ring Winner…………JESTER!!!!!!!!]

The crowd erupts with volcanic fury as Jester rolls off Layton onto his back, the tears rolling down his cheeks as his psychotic laughter echoes throughout the arena almost drowning out the booing fans.

Steele:
I told you Mark, I Fucking Told You! Jester just showed everyone why he is the greatest thing the XWA has ever produced and he will be XWA Heavyweight Champion again

Mark:
……..

Steele:
And that right there is bonus points and means Matt Steele is the winner for the night and Mark Sanction can suck it

Jester slowly stands up the face paint completely gone from his face as senior referee Jack Tickles hands him the prize that he had been seeking for so long, and as the ring is placed into the Funnyman’s hand the manic smile once again crosses his face as his slips it onto his finger and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, cackling as he holds his new ring high in the air as the show cuts to commercial for one of XWA’s sponsors
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Re: XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby DJS » Fri Sep 01, 2017 5:01 pm

All three have posted- this match is now OPEN FOR VOTING!

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You guys have until 8TH SEPTEMBER 2017 to vote on this match.
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Re: [VOTE] XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby RevolutionJones » Thu Sep 07, 2017 11:31 pm

Emery: I really dug the level of continuity in this match. By the time Emery scores the final pinfall, it feels like every little thing that happened up to that point somehow connected to something else, like a whole web of events all tangling and intertwining until everything came together again at the end, and that's a rare feeling. If I had to pick one element to capture it, I'd probably go with Emery's Figure Four costing her all throughout the rest of the match, since it integrated so well with every new bit that came up and all the other things before that spot that kept affecting events down the line. I also loved some of the descriptive touches, the bit about Adam screaming somewhere as he sees Emery run right into a superkick especially. Definitely something I should keep in mind as a tool to use when I dig into my next match.

Smitty: Right off the bat, the presence of Sabbath on commentary threw me off. It's not a world-ending mistake or anything, but when the wrong commentator's at the booth first thing, that hits an off-key note. Fortunately, things recovered pretty quickly, and I especially liked the choice to have Jester get pinned first, thereby creating the more challenging character alignment route of two faces going at it in the finale, and then let Smith and Emery play off each other naturally without one of them suddenly upping the viciousness beyond their usual habits for the sake of a more conventional story. I know some of the brainstorming I did for how a Smith/Emery/A.J. final might play out (this was between me submitting my semifinals writeup and the votes actually rolling in) could have easily led me to make that mistake, so I'm glad to see someone execute that better than I might have.

Jester: I know this got said in, like, every vote about every set of pre-match vignettes you did throughout the tournament, but dude...that REALLY made this match feel like a big deal. Like, I'd spin that off and post it as a "Get in the ring!" segment just to make sure it's canon, because it was that good. As for the match itself, though, it was the most difficult of the three to get through, not because of the content, but because of the formatting. I kept getting ever-so-slightly irritated at some missing punctuation here, or a crowd chant getting rendered in green with the other description text there, and those added up until they started messing with my ability to get invested, which then had me wondering if I was just being overly picky on that. But aside from that, things played out pretty much perfectly in terms of the layout and timing of the major spots and eliminations and various other pieces. When I still get a little miffed at a heel winning a match, even though I know I'm reading the heel's handler's write-up and of course it's not supposed to feel good when they win, that's how I know I got into it.

Final vote goes to...Emery Layton
My vote comes down to the strength of internal continuity in the Emery Layton version, but this wasn't an easy decision by any means. All three matches are strong contenders, and it's fitting that a tournament so stacked and so competitive would end on this caliber of match submissions.
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Re: [VOTE] XWA Fool's Gold: Smith Jones vs Jester vs Emery Layton - TRIPLE THREAT ELIMINATION (LOTR Final)

Postby DJS » Fri Sep 08, 2017 6:51 am

Okay, going to call it on this one. I don't think anyone else is going to vote.

Winner of the LORD OF THE RING Summer Tournament 2017: Emery Layton

Okay, REALLY wish there was more than one vote for this one, but as I say in the other threads, I want to actively do something about this voting issue.
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