Faceless vs Jobber

[Mighty Man Millson]

Match Three
Singles Match
Faceless vs Liam
As he's only a special guest referee later on in the PPV proper, Faceless has a chance to show off his skills in the pre-show as he faces The Crazy One's student, Liam.
Referee: Batilda Kihlstedt

Promo round ends on Friday

[Liam]

Setting:

Mumbling obscenities are heard as a background noise before the darkness of the abandoned Solid Core boiler room comes into focus. Flickering lights due to a severely neglected electrical system cause shadows of pipes and various broken debris to dance along an old brick wall. Catching your immediate focus however is an old worn couch, a television with a cracked screen and a make shift coffee table created by an old door on a set of house bricks. Seth and his apprentice are seen seated on the torn leather couch eating pop corn and discussing the nights matches and current feuds.

Start Promo:

Right, to start with, I have a video of Faceless last match, which he pulled out a well earned victory. Watch the video closely and look for a weakness, or something you can exploit to your own advantage. He maybe a rookie, or an unknown veteran who knows. But every one has something you can use, be it thinking they are superior to there opponent and taunt them to extend their ego and waste a golden opportunity, or they under estimate the drive or ability there opponent has to win or prove something to there fans.

Crazy Boy points out a few things in the video as an example of what to look for. While having watched the match, they take a quick break to organize the wrestling attire, and how Liam will walk to the ring. Having cleared that issue, Seth explains what he used to do to clear his mind and focus on the next bout in the squared circle. While the discussion continues, Seth has a box of " special " donuts he has prepared for someone who is supposed to wrestle tonight, but his plans for the debut of his student differ than what the general manager has in mind.

Any questions before I have to take care of business for to nights contest ?
Um ... this may seem strange to ask, but why isn't my name mentioned any where to appear tonight ?
An over sight in the office, that is what I am going to sort out now. Don't stress over that, you just concentrate on the match and I will take care of affairs out side of the ring.[/i] [/color]

As Liam gets comfortable to replay the video repetitively studying his opponent, Seth, now with a sly grin walks up the stairs leading to one of many a confusing maze of corridors. Lucky for him there is many clear signs of where the locker rooms are. Checking he has everything required he looks for Elliot. Tyson doesn't have to look hard as the arrogant bastard is giving a cleaner a mouthful for not watching where he was going. Stepping in more for his own needs than that of the cleaner, who quickly scurries away, Seth introduces himself and ask for a moment of his time.

I see tonight Elliot you have a match against Faceless.
So what if I do ? What is it to you ?
Chill dude, I just recognize talent when I see it. You see I am a veteran of this ... how should I put it. Industry. Just thought I would offer a little preemptive celebration feast, no doubt you will easily win this match against such a person.
Exactly ... my point exactly. Why can't the officials see that. I should be headlining the main event, but no. I'm stuck against nobodies and hopeless cases.
I know exactly how you feel. You should have a title around your waist.
You know what ... I like your attitude and groveling. I will give you five minutes of my precious time.[/i][/color]

Seth leads the way towards the staff lounge while offering him a double glazed donut. Accepting the treat, Elliot begins to brag about himself and his achievements, mean while Crazy Boy who is counting to himself barely hears anything, and just smiles while nodding his head and saying " wow, that is awesome ". Before he even gets to sixty seconds Elliot collapses in a heap. The only witness is the cleaner who was getting his ears bashed about being a clumsy lo life bottom feeder. Instead of running off to spill the beans so to speak, to who ever was in charge, he laughs and heads towards Seth. Curious at the unplanned interruption, he watches the staff member quickly head in his direction. Pointing to a near by storage closet, George helps the veteran drag him inside before locking the door and leaving a do no disturb sign on the door from his trolley of cleaning supplies. Chuckling at the out come, Seth offers him a donut as a reward.

Thank you kind sir. Nice to see someone stand up to the bullies, we are only trying to do our job.
Indeed friend, enjoy your donut and have a nice day. [/i] [/color]

Rubbing his hands while quickly heading back to his protege, Seth soon starts to run as he hears a distinct THUD ! coming from behind him. Looking around just in time to see a curious crowd gather around the hapless cleaner, Tyson finds the old boiler room where Liam is focused completely on the old television and is easily startled when his manager regathers his thoughts while taking a deep breath, then announces;

" All set, the error has been corrected and they apologize for any inconvenience".

End Promo:

Tbc Faceless

[Faceless]

Faceless Promo

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The scene opens up in the oh so familiar Solid Core Gymnasium corridors. As always, the surrounding is rather dim due to poor lightning. It's also rather uncommonly quiet, as it's still rather early and the PPV pre-show won't begin for another few hours. The staff are busy setting everything up at the main hall and the wrestlers themselves either haven't arrived yet or are roaming at the gym and locker rooms. There is one soul in this narrow corridor, however, and it goes by the name Faceless. The nameless one is sitting on the ground, leaning on the wall. Headbanging a bit as he is listening to music through his headphones again, a thing he seems to do at any free moment. But he's not just listening to music this time. "Billy" has a regular sized notebook placed on his lap, on which he intensively seems to be scribbling something.

Billy?

The rather peaceful scenery is interrupted by a soft voice of a woman. The owner of the voice is the always lovely ring announcer and interview host of EVPW, Lizzie Morna. Dressed in a red evening dress, the voice of the promotion appears in the shot, holding a microphone in her hands. Since it's a show night, Lizzie is performing her assignment to walk around the building and try to get some thoughts out of the performers. She was just walking through the corridor when she noticed Faceless and decided to approach him, since she hadn't had any luck getting an interview so far. The nameless one, however, did not hear her, so Morna ties to call him again.

Faceless!

The second time is the charm and it gets "Billy's" attention. Though, only for a moment it seems. The masked one lifts his eyes up to meet Lizzie's before giving a quick response.

Oh, hey Lizzie.

Not waiting for Morna to say another word, Faceless head tilts down again as he continues to applying ink on the paper. This confuses and intrigues Lizzie at the same time. Despite "Billy" not really paying attention to her, the lovely lady tries to talk to him again.

I don't want to disturb you, but may I ask you a few questions?

The nameless one doesn't not respond for a few seconds, continuing his headbanging and scribbling. Eventually, though, he stops and looks up to Morna, while pulling out one of the headphones out of his ear.

Um... yeah, sure, go ahead.

First of all, can I just ask you what are writing there?

Faceless stalls for a moment before glimpsing to his notebook and then back at Lizzie.

This? Oh, no, I'm not writing... I'm actually drawing a map.

A map?

Yeah, a map of how to get from the ring to the locker rooms and the medical center.

Why do you need a map for that?

Cause I accidentally watched a video of some asshole kicking a puppy...

The answer confuses Morna even further and she struggles to collect words for a slight moment. Instead she just stares blankly at the nameless one until "Billy" realizes he needs to explain.

Oh, sorry... The map is not for me. This map is for my opponent.

I'm still not following. What does kicking puppies have to do with it? And why does your opponent need a map for that?

Well he doesn't need a map for that. But I figured he might need it after our match tonight... You see, that video got me pissed of. It got me angry. It made me wish I could kick that dickhead so hard he would cough his insides out. But I can't... logistic reasons mainly. I think the video was taken somewhere in Hungary.

So... you're going to take it out against your opponent?

Well, you can say that. It's not really fair, Elliot, I believe his name is, has nothing to do with the video. So it's unfair for me to take it out on him. But on the other hand... it is my job to kick his ass. And this anger in me... it has to go somewhere. So you add the two and at the end of the night Elliot might not know where he's at, hence the map.
Make no mistake about it, I'm not going to go out of my way and injure the guy. I'm not that kind of person. But the anger... I used to shy away from it. Suppress it. Store it deep inside of me. I did that before I lost this body and I did that at first once I regained it. But I soon realized... that collecting all this anger and hiding it away from the world... it's what let to my downfall in the first place. Eventually, all this rage I was piling... there was just too much of it. It exploded in me. Erupted and the consequences were tragic. I lost every one of my friends, I lost my identity. A raging madman was born and he nearly destroyed everything. So when I was reborn, I stored the anger again, but soon realized I was repeating mistakes of the past.
No more, though. I no longer shy away from anger. I am just human after all and being pissed is natural. It's one of the basic human emotions. If you deny it, you're just being ignorant. No longer am I ignorant... I embrace the anger now. The key, however, is controlling it and directing it the right way. Use the rage burning inside of you to motivate yourself, give you the drive that's needed to overcome the obstacles thrown at you. I know that now. And everyone that decides to test me, push my buttons or interfere in my path, will know it too. Be it Elliot McGuire, Crash Barley or whoever else.

Speaking of Crash...

Faceless doesn't allow Lizzie to finish her sentence, cutting her of almost immediately.

I'm going to call it down the middle. That's what your question was about, right?

Yeah.

It's simple really... My and Crash's ideas about how to help EVPW might differ. But that doesn't matter really. Whatever problems we have has nothing to do with the match between Barley and Magnus. The people that are buying the PPV are hoping for a good match and so am I. Just so happens to be that along with watching it first hand I'll also have to officiate it. Nothing more, nothing less. However, if Crash really wants a match with me, all he had to do was say it. Not run to the GM. Who, by the way, is dead wrong if he thinks I'm not ready or need any kind of protection. I've been in more matches than he has booked. So next time, if someone, anyone wants to step in the ring with me, tell Simmons to just book it. Cause no matter who it is, I'm more than ready to take em on.

Well, thank you for your time, Billy.

No problem.

Lizzie nods at Faceless and turns around to walk away, while the nameless one goes back to drawing his map. A mere moments later, the scene goes to dim away.

The End
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[Liam]

Writing an entrance now, hopefully it shouldn't be too long.

[Deleted]

Entrance and promo round is OVER! Start with a match post.

[Liam]

Batilda checks each wrestler in turn for illegal weapons. Satisfied, the rules are given a once over then both opponents are sent to a corner before a bell followed by the cheers of the fans. Not daunted by the size difference of his foe, Faceless charges straight in, dives an attempted collar and elbow grapple, pops up behind the Irish man and using his speed and agility jumps towards him. With an impressive drop kick finding its mark between the shoulder blades, Liam caught off guard staggers off balanced towards the ropes. In a move almost resembling the infamous spin-a-roonie, The Nameless one sweeps the rookie off his feet who then lands chest first on the middle rope. Taking the advantage while he has it, Faceless sprints to the turnbuckle, leaps, then with an oomph lands a left leg on to the back of Liam's neck who ricochets off the rope and flails around the canvas. Pausing for a moment, The Nameless one catches his breath, grabs the feet of O'Donnell, with a slight struggle locks in an ankle lock to wear the legs of the stronger opponent down.

Smart move by Faceless. He knows his opponent has better strength and a lot more weight behind him and wants to wear him down. No point being a giant among men if your feet can't hold up your size.

As long as that style of commentary continues Ray, we will get along fine tonight.

Distracting the masked foe, Liam remembers a lesson, when in doubt laugh. Slightly puzzled, Faceless applies more pressure before the impressive leg strength of the rookie comes into play and sends him for a six across the ring. Pushing off the canvas, Liam charges the smaller technician, grabs the white baggy pants and throws him backwards in a harsh body drop. Ending with a sickening flesh on canvas, The Nameless one slams down, the pain in his lower spine excruciating. Covering for a quick pin, Batilda barely reaches two before the inevitable kick out. Furious, Liam blatantly beings to choke the life out of his opponent, as his large hands begin to tighten there hold, the referee warns the rookie of an illegal move and starts to count. As Batilda reaches four, the Irish protege releases the choke hold leaving Faceless to gasp for air like a fish out of water.

Ring the damn bell, there was no damn need for that. The son of a bitch clearly don't give a rats ass about the rules. I hope Faceless re-enacts his last matches effort and takes this bastard to the proverbial wood shed and teach him some manors.

Geez, you get up me when I am all emotional.

Emotion, hell that's a promising young mans career on the line, it doesn't need to be shortened by a son of bitch who doesn't care for rules.

With Faceless clutching his throat, Liam shoves Batilda out of the way and drives a viscous boot to the ribs, which leaves the impression of the sole on his side. Hoisting the smaller wrestler to his feet, O'Donnell wraps one arm around the neck, grabs the loose pants and attempts to suplex Faceless behind him. By instinct alone more than anything, Billy sends a wild foot forward aiming for the chest, adjusts his arm and weight so as Liam buckles over he crashes to the canvas head first in an impressive reverse DDT. Billy how ever also landed harshly on his lower back and is arched up against the ropes taking deep breathes. Faceless having taken less of an impact, stretches out, finds a rope and however unsteady is back to his feet. As the match has just started, Liam pushes off the canvas and rests on a knee, wipes blood from the corner of his mouth and once again the two face off in the center of the squared circle.

Awesome counter move by Faceless. Pity it didn't take Liams head right off. All though it seems to have split his lip somewhat.

I think you are biased Jimmy. Someone uses the atypical attack like a body slam or the boring drop kick and you cheer them on. Someone uses initiative and acts on the border of the rules and you say they are cheating.

Whatever Ray, there are rules in these matches for a reason. Besides, this is wrestling ... NOT brawling, cheating or stealing. If you like that common skulduggery behavior why don't you go to the alley way out the back of Solid Core gym. [/i][/color]

Both charge forward, despite the size and strength difference exchange left and right blows hoping for some sort of advantage. At first the smaller Billy staggers back, but with a well placed kick, Liam is slightly on the retreat from blows to his kidney. Before long they are both grappling for advantage, followed by a quick rake to the eyes, O'Donnell struggles to wrap his arms around the waist for a bear hug, but before he could go any further, Faceless bell claps both of Liams ears. Off balance and ringing in his head, the Irish rookie is slammed face first into the canvas with an innovative face buster style move. Billy quickly covers for a possible pin fall as Batilda slams his hand to the canvas ...

ONE ...
TWO ...

Tbc Faceless

[Faceless]

The fans in the arena get on the edge of their seats, especially the ones that the nameless one has managed to win over to his side. They are the ones who count with the referee the loudest, hoping to see their favorite pick up another win right here. Unfortunately for them, it's not to be just yet. Before Batilda's hand even begins to fall down for the third slap, Liam's right arm shoots up in the air, ascending the right shoulder blade of the canvas. The zebra shirted official reacts instinctively, stopping the count and lifting two fingers up in the air, thus letting everybody know that this bout will continue. Faceless feels a slight disappointment as he rolls of his opponents body and sits up, as he was hoping the facebuster will to the trick. The disappointment, however, is soon replaced by excitement, as the newcomer shows to have quite a bit in his tank and this should be a quite good match. The masked cruiserweight takes a couple deep breaths, to normalize his hearth rate and to recover a bit, before going back to his feet. O'Donnell begins to pick himself of the mat as well, albeit in a lot slower pace. By the time Faceless is completely ready to pick up the action, Liam has only been able to lift his back of the canvas, setting himself in a sitting position. Seeing an opportunity right there, Billy acts immediately and throws his 215 pound frame towards the ropes, ones that his opponent back is facing. Moments later, the nameless one slams himself into the ropes, bouncing of them and dashing at a good speed towards Liam. When just at the right distance, Faceless lifts his right leg up and swings it forward. Thanks to the momentum he gathered, Billy's shin smashes into the back of the Irishman with a sickening impact. Proving just how painful it was, Liam lets out a cringing scream and like a fish out of water begins to bounce on the mat.

Ouch! That definitely had to hurt.

What gave it away? The smack that was heard all around the arena or the scream that followed after-wards?

Don't get all smart-ass with me.

Once Liam stops to flail all around the place, a bright red stripe across his back becomes visible. The Irish protege goes to reach behind his back, trying to rub the aforementioned stripe and ease down the pain. Faceless should be using this time to prepare or even start dishing out more of his offense. However, the masked one instead decides to try and get the crowd more vocal, clapping his hands above his head. It partially works and satisfied with this, Faceless shifts his attention back to his debuting opponent. The nameless one approaches Liam and throws a grip on his neck, before starting to pull the heavyweight back up to his feet. Halfway through, the big man begins to struggle, but Faceless demonstrates his wrestling instincts, reacting accordingly. Releasing the grip with one hand, he lifts it up and clubs O'Donnell in upper back with a stiff forearm. The shot send Liam back down on one knee and effectively ends his struggle to escape. Billy doesn't delay, gripping his opponents neck with both hands again and eventually bringing him back to vertical state. Still dazed from kissing the canvas earlier, the Irish heavyweight has trouble stating up on his own power, thus begins to lean towards Faceless. This is just fine with Billy as it goes along with his plan. The masked one wraps his right arm around Liam's neck, putting him in a front facelock, before following up by grabbing O'Donnell's near arm with his own left, throwing it over his neck.

What is Faceless thinking here? Surely he isn't going to try and suplex Liam. The guy is at least fifty pounds heavier than him.

Clearly he's just stupid. Ugly and stupid.

Ugly?

Well why else would he wear a mask?

The audience comes quite alive again, anticipating to see if the masked one will indeed be able to suplex his quite taller and heavier opponent. But Billy once again plays up to the crowd for too long and it costs him. Maybe it's his instincts, or maybe Liam was just playing possum, but once the opening is there, the Irishman's arms slip around Faceless back and his fingers lock up tightly. Before the nameless one can even react, his feet no longer reach the ground. Showcasing his superior strenght, Liam picks the cruiserweight of the canvas and instantly and like a raging bull begins to run forward towards the nearest corner. Mere seconds later Billy is driven lover back first into the padded turnbuckle. But padded or not, it still hurt as hell, judging by the cry of pain that came out of Faceless mouth. Any grip he had on the big man is lost, allowing Liam to take a step back and shake of the slight numbness of his back.
Billy is now the one who has trouble staying on his feet and he remains in sort of vertical position only by hanging his arms on the ropes. An sadistic smile of satisfaction graces O'Donnell's face just moments before he shoots a stiff right at Faceless head, followed by two more as he makes sure the masked one stays groggy. With the advantage in his court now, Liam begins to plan his next move. The Irish protege grabs Billy's arm and drags him out the corner, moments later changing the direction and instead starting to push the mystery man into the ropes. Using them for extra momentum, O'Donnell whips his opponent across the ring towards the opposing ropes, while he himself moves towards the center of the ring. Seemingly lifeless frame of the nameless one bounces of the ring ropes and begins to approach Liam once more. At this point the big Irishman steps to the side a bit and viciously goes to swing his arm out, aiming to pretty much take the mask of Billy, along with the head. But his plan fails at the last moment, as Faceless ducks under the clothesline and continues to dash forward, bouncing of the ring ropes once more. Carried by his own momentum from the swing, Liam turns around just at the time to see Billy leap up while twisting his body to horizontal position. Unfortunately for the nameless one, O'Donnell demonstrates his freakish strenght again, catching Faceless with his arms, even if staggering back a bit. Accompanied by a battle shout, Liam quickly lifts and throws Billy up on his shoulders, before falling backwards. This sends the masked one crashing down into the canvas with a thunderous thud, leaving him wasted.

Oh my god! Liam just reversed that cross-body into a vicious Samoan drop.

That's it for Billy. No way will he be getting up again. And just in time, I was getting anxious of getting to know Liam better.

Well if you try to talk to him, I hope he will slam you as well.

Me too! Slam me all night long.

That's not what I meant...

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