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Subject: M5. Rob Chapman vs. C5 Ion | IC Tournement Match Mon Jul 14, 2014 3:20 pm
DUE: Saturday, July 19th at 11:59PM EDT.
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Subject: Re: M5. Rob Chapman vs. C5 Ion | IC Tournement Match Sun Jul 20, 2014 12:04 am
DING DING DING
The bell rings to officially kick this contest off, and the competitors waste no time, quickly advancing from their corners and completing a half-circle about the ring, before snapping into a collar-and-elbow tieup like a pair of nearby magnets. The Creator Of The Matrix, quick as he may be, is at something of a disadvantage here, made obvious quickly as Chapman pulls him into a tight Side Headlock and whips him to the canvas with a nicely executed takedown! Chapman is clearly not here to play games tonight, as he looks to rack up his . Though his grip on his opponent's head is inflexible, Ion himself is quite the opposite as he shows surprisingly little sign of panic for such a green wrestler, using his hips to swing the lower half of his body around behind Chapman whilst rotating beneath his opponent's arm and slipping his head out from underneath! Almost instantaneously, Rob leans back onto his shoulders to nip up as Ion scrambles away, catching the Indiana native in spite of his aggressive drive and taking him down to the canvas with a swift Arm Drag! Once again, C5 is able to roll with it, finding his feet in a hurry and going to the well a second time, only to receive another Arm Drag for his troubles. Slightly dogged, he instinctively bounds back to his feet and advances on his opponent, only to walk into another Side Headlock from Chapman. Ion doesn't fret though; once again, the surprisingly ring-savvy newcomer wraps an arm around his opponent's waist and begins pulling him backwards; Rob either has to walk with Ion, or go down to the mat. Not a difficult choice to make. Backing up into the ropes, Chapman bounces off of them, giving himself momentum that Ion uses advantageously, pushing Rob off of him and sending the Haligonian into the opposite ropes. As Rob bounds back, he's caught off guard by a smash mouth Dropkick from Ion that drops him on the spot!
The crowd cheers for the Dropkick from Ion, a maneuver that is equal parts graceful and timeless. When done right, that is.
Ted "Ion takes Rob down with a nice dropkick in the early goings! That's what C5 Ion is all about ladies and gentlemen, quick offence that packs a punch!"
Joey "How much did he pay you to say that? This guy's got even fewer match wins on his fucking track record than I do, and I got blackballed from most promotions before I even fucking became a sort-of-wrestler."
Rob is quick to roll as he goes down, pushing himself back to his feet as Ion swaps sides with him, only to eat another jaw jacking kick- C5 floors Chapman with an explosive Rolling Savate! The Silent Protagonist isn't quite as quick to get up this time, and it gives Ion an opportunity to pick up the pace. As Rob climbs to his feet, he's suddenly blasted right in the mid-section by Ion's foot, doubling Rob over and allowing Ion to run the near ropes for more momentum. As he bounds back, The Creator Of The Matrix is able to launch himself over his opponent, rolling over his back and landing on his feet where he proceeds to leap into an attempted Wheel Kick on the rising Chapman, only for LionHeart to duck his head back down, avoiding the strike while Ion lands awkwardly on his feet; at the same time, Rob throws a particularly reckless Roundhouse Kick that meets its mark, somewhat surprisingly. Flesh meets bone and resonates with a loud CRACK as Ion goes down, prompting Chapman to cover him, but Ion kicks out at a count of one!
There is a a faint POP for the Roundhouse Kick, but the crowd mostly jeers Chapman after the events that unfolded last week between him and The Pirate.
Ted "Rob with the high Round House! And Ion goes down!"
Joey "ROADHOUSE!"
While Joey Miles kicks Ted Cedar's hat off; Rob nods his head in understanding as the referee counts only once. Ion was a little more resilient than Rob had anticipated, but after last week's match with The Pirate, he was far from shaken by this revelation. If anything, he was out to win this more quickly than last week solely by remaining focused, and not hanging himself up over how ridiculous his opponent is. As he stands, he bounces up and down a little, preparing himself as Ion slowly crawls back toward a footed base. Trusting that he's got the timing down, the Straight Edge Outlaw bounds towards the ring ropes with reckless abandon, leaping onto the middle rope and launching himself backwards at Ion with his signature kick: the Fall Of Grace!... Except that it doesn't end up being so graceful, as Chapman sails over the ducking head of his opponent and crash lands on the mat, trying to stop himself on his hands and knees and skidding painfully like a vehicle hydroplaning. Rob rests on all fours for a moment, breathing heavily as he tries to regain his composure, unable to even see straight, let alone think straight. This gives Ion his moment, and C5 certainly is thinking straight- vertical, for that matter, as he charges at his crouching opponent and then steps up off of the Canadian's back, launching himself straight upwards, where he completes a somersault to come crashing down across his opponent, back to back with a modified Senton Bomb! Rob's now-flattened body is rolled over with great haste by the aerodynamic assailant, who hooks Chapman's leg for a Lateral Press, only for Super Xero to kick out before a count of two.
The crowd gives an excited POP for the excellent maneuver by C5 Ion!
Joey "ROADHOUSE!"
Ted "Joey, that's my damn wat-! Oh, what a Senton Bomb by C5 Ion! Right off of his opponent's back like a trampoline!"
Ion keeps the pace quick and jittery; it's like watching a kid who's hopped up on Monster as C5 erratically lifts Chapman to his feet, and sends the former 2WWF Champion into the far corner of the ring with a quick Irish Whip. Rob turns his back to the corner, hoping to push himself out of the corner quickly, but as his spine impacts the turnbuckle, he's almost immediately sandwiched by Ion, who batters him in the corner with repeating kicks to the chest! Three, four, five! Six! A seventh and final kick, delivered to the abdomen causes Chapman to stumble slightly out of the corner, clutching at his stomach and turning to keep his opponent from taking his back. Not realizing that's absolutely not what Ion has in mind as he turns to take Rob's place and hops up onto the second rope. Reaching out, Ion grabs a hold of Chapman's scraggly head, pulling The Silent Protagonist back towards him and cinching in a Front Facelock. The crowd cheers as C5 takes the plunge in style, leaping forward and swinging around Chapman's body to bring him down with a Tornado DDT, but as he goes to drop Chapman on his head, the well-grounded wrestler plants Ion on his feet, and begins to bludgeon his way out of the hold with repeated fists to the rib cage! Ion quickly shifts himself, maneuvering from a Front Facelock into a Side Headlock, but an empowered LionHeart simply lifts the lighter Ion up onto his shoulders, Backdrop style! But rather than up and over, Ion finds himself being hurled like a shotput at the corner as Rob throws him forward with an Atomic Whip! Smart on his feet and twice as light, Ion manages to land with both feet on the second rope, gripping the top rope in his hands as he bounces once before immediately springing back towards his opponent, turning in mid-air to catch Rob in another Front Facelock, ultimately swinging around a second time to drop Chapman on his head with a DDT after all! Ion's pace is slightly diminished by dizziness, but he's still able to cover Rob with a Lateral Press. "One! Two!" Kickout! Ryu Sanu reiterates the two count for Ion as the Naptowner rises and replies with a reassuring nod. The fact that he'd attained a two count already was reassuring in itself; he just had to keep his opponent on the ropes. Figuratively, of course. In more literal terms, Ion knows exactly where he wants to go, and the crowd cheers as the high flyer makes his way out to familiar territory: the ring apron!
The volume of the crowd begins to rise in tandem with both their excitement and their anticipation! Ted "Ion looks like he's about to fly, and that's the last place Chapman wants him to be!"
Joey "ROADHOUSE!"
Ted "Joey, not the damn monitor!"
Joey "FUCK! MY FUCKING FOOT! NIGGER CUNTING FUCK!"
Ion grips the top rope and looks prepared to vault into the air as Chapman groggily reaches his feet, but stops suddenly as he sees the Canadian lunge at him for a desperate punch, catching the outstretched fist and giving back one of his own! The strike dazes Rob, causing him to stumble backwards; Ion sees the opportunity to strike, but once again it's taken away as Rob stumbles towards the ring ropes beside him and scurries out onto the apron around the corner from Ion! The crowd boos Chapman this time for denying them the chance to see Ion fly. C5 doesn't wait up for Rob to come to him, though; moving along the apron, Ion quickly moves around the corner to stand on the same side as his opponent before charging at him flat out! As Ion attempts to take Rob off the ropes with a clothesline, Super Xero steps forward to meet him; with one hand clinging to the top rope, the other catches Ion under the arm and powers him up, spiking him down to the arena floor with a Release Uranage Slam! Ion splatters on the lightly padded floor as he's dropped from top rope height, to the cold, hard ground!
The crowd's response is an intense mixture of both cheers and jeers as Chapman leers over his opponent, still clutching the top rope and trying to shake the cobwebs out all the way.
Ted "Bah Gawd! Chapman delivers the Acid Reign off the ring apron! C5 Ion looks like he just got hit by a damn car!"
Joey "Shit, wigger dun got fucked up T!"
Ted "Speaking of people involved in brain-damaging motor vehicle accidents..."
The referee's count has just reached three as Rob finally chooses to hop down from the ring apron, with Ion having rolled himself over, crawling away from his opponent, towards the steps leading back into the ring. Rob shakes his head as he follows Ion, quickly darting after him; catching up with Ion a little over half way to the steps, the Halifax Native reaches down with both hands, grabbing Ion by the shoulder and the trunks, lifting him up and swinging forward to throw him straight into the steel steps, shoulder first! There's a loud CLANG as flesh and bone meet solid steel, with little doubt as to which one won the encounter! Ion drops to the ground, cringing for a moment before slowly beginning to rise up to all fours. The count was getting late quickly. "Six!" Rob steps back several paces as he lines up his opponent, crouching down as if he were going to tackle somebody in a game of football. "Seven!" Chapman unleashes a burst of speed, racing toward his opponent and looking to take his head off! "Eight!" Unfortunately for Chapman, the War Sniper never gets to fire, as C5 scurries back to his feet and dives into the ring! "Nine!" Rob puts on the brakes in a hurry and quickly slides into the ring after Ion, infuriated that his opponent had been playing possum! Ion had tried to flip the count out around on him! He charges headlong at Ion- suddenly, the Straight Edge Outlaw is caught, being lifted into the air in position for a Backdrop-like maneuver, spun out to be delivered to the canvas with a Powerbomb! Chapman quickly does the only thing he can think of and kicks back with his legs, managing to back flip out of Ion's grasp and land on both feet in front of the Naptowner! A quick kick to the gut serves its purpose, doubling over the Creator Of The Matrix and allowing Chapman to tuck Ion's head between his knees. With a mighty heave, Chapman lifts Ion up belly-to back and leaps, descending to deliver a brutal Spike Piledriver! Ion's body bounces up and then flops, and Chapman quickly covers his chest for the pin! "One! Two!" Kickout by C5 Ion!
The crowd jeers immensely for the Piledriver to C5, really starting to bring the hate for "The Silent Protagonist!"
Ted "The Piledriver doesn't put him away! Chapman's gonna have to do more than that to stop this kid!"
Joey "Why do I just have the distinct fucking feeling this is gonna end up being totally anticlimactic?"
The Silent Protagonist furrows his brow, rising with a look of grim determination as he lifts the now-pliable Ion to his feet, by the arm, slowly wrenching it around before turning to apparently throw C5 into the ropes with an Irish Whip, but just as Ion reaches the end of Rob's arm's length, the Halifax native suddenly jerks his opponent back toward him, slipping around the weary competitor to apply a tight hammerlock! Acting quickly, he slings Ion's other arm around his shoulder and lifts the Naptowner up and over his shoulder, driving C5's wrist, shoulder, and back into the canvas with a Wristlock Backdrop! LionHeart quickly rises to his feet and stands with his back to Ion, gazing out at the sea of now jeering fans with a bitter scoff. As quickly as he'd turned to face them, he's back in motion as he whips around on a dime and leaves his feet, executing a standing back flip to crash down atop his opponent's chest with a Staning Shooting Star Press! A hook of the leg and a Lateral Press brings Ryu Sanu back into the frame to count the pin! "One! Two!" Kickout again! Chapman slams his fists off of the ground in aggravation as he turns to give Sanu a menacing glare!
The Standing Shooting Star Press admittedly gets a POP as it usually does; athleticism cannot be argued. Rob Chapman being a total shithead in recent weeks, however....
Ted "The Shooting Star Splash isn't enough either! He has Ion on the ropes and he needs to keep up the pressure if he wants to advance in the tournament! The same goes for Ion; he needs to get his second wind here, or this one's over!"
Joey "What the fuck is Rob doing? Is he, like, trying to telepathically argue with the referee or some shit? I'm pretty sure that Canadians don't have mind powers, you thick fuck!"
Rob stops suddenly and realizes his misdirection. Clutching at his forehead, the Canadian combatant turns his focus back where it needs to be. On C5 Ion, as he pushes his tiring body up to a vertical base. Grabbing Ion by his motley black hair, Chapman lifts the Indianapolis native up to a hunched base, once again pushing Ion's head between his knees and wrapping his arms around the waist of The Creator Of The Matrix. He pauses for the moment to listen to the crowd's jeers as he powers Ion up into a seated position atop his shoulders; but before he can bring his adversary down with all of his Rage, Ion suddenly brings himself down, throwing himself back with what strength he can muster and flipping Chapman overhead with a Hurricanrana! Rob lands on his back and emits a yelp, arching his spine after a surprisingly painful landing. He quickly rolls onto his stomach and continues to clutch at his lower back, whilst Ion haggardly climbs to his feet, shaking his legs out. Trying to get some feeling going. Trying to get himself going! The comeback, he can feel it! As Rob makes it up to one knee, he watches Ion take off towards the near ropes, springing up to the top rope for that signature Moonsault he does so well- everything goes black for Ion. Not in the arena... just for Ion. Chapman's outstretched foot catches Ion just as he reaches the top rope, coiled like a spring as he prepares to launch himself backwards... and all of the kinetic energy is knocked out of him, as Rob's Super Kick blasts the back of his head like a silenced pistol! Ion goes forward and down, falling from the height of the top rope to the floor below and smashing his face and chest off of the barricade outside! Nearby fans reach to try and pat Ion on the back, but as he lays in a heap on the floor, not even the fans themselves can reach their champion. The referee begins to count reluctantly, slowly ascending towards ten.
The crowd begins to count along with the referee, hoping it'll somehow raise C5 Ion from his admittedly bad predicament. Jeers slowly begin to creep in beneath the counts like an undertow through the arena.
Joey "If Rob hitting that Book Bottom thing off of the apron was Ion getting hit by a truck, then he just got hit by a fucking tank! That's what I call a good skullfucking!"
Ted "Unfortunately, I may have to agree with you here. Ion isn't moving after that cheap shot knocked him out of the ring!"
Joey "... fucking Jesus, I miss Ace Acid."
"... four... five... six!" As Sanu proclaims his sixth count with a little more energy, Chapman steps towards the ropes, stepping onto the bottom rope and bouncing a little as he looks to the outside. Ion has barely so much as flinched since hitting the ground. "Seven! Eight!" The Haligonian debates going out of the ring; debates being honourable, and giving Ion a chance.
"Nine!"
And then Rob remembers his goal. A second passes, and a smirk crosses the otherwise stoic lips of The Silent Protagonist Chapman raises his hands over his head, clenching them into fists, with the exception of a singled, derogatory finger. Turning right around and giving the XWA fans his thoughts. No cryptic vignettes. No unstable rambling. No self pity.
Just two very strong, and unspoken words, understood.
Fuck you.
"Ten!"
And a new chapter begins.
The crowd's jeers as Sanu's count reaches ten are ravenous.
DING DING DING
Laura Watts "Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by a count out! The Silent Protagonist, Rob Chapman!"
Ted "Chapman goes on with yet another win in this Intercontinental Title Tournament, and with three wins in a row, that places him among the highest scoring participants thus far. But I can't say I like what's just transpired. He's slowly been turning his back on the fans from the moment he walked back into the company last month, and I think he's just finished the rotation."
Joey "Out of curiousity, why the fuck are the people with shitty scores in the tournament getting put up against these guys who haven't lost a fucking match yet?"
With the decision made, the referee doesn't even bother raising Rob's arm. He goes to check on Ion as Chapman remains in the ring for a long moment, continuing to flip off the fans all over the arena as "Motherless Child" plays over the personal announcement system.
Ted "We'll be back, folks. Greg Samuel versus Akira Kobayashi is up next! Don't miss it!"
Joey "ROADHOUSE!"
As Chapman makes his exit from the ring, he begins his typical routine of backing up the ramp with a single clenched fist raised; pausing at the top of the stage to stare out amidst the sea of jeering fans and motion an imaginary belt across his waist. The Intercontinental Title. Soon, it isn't going to be imaginary. Vendetta fades to a commercial break. Meanwhile, Joey karate kicks the timekeeper and hurts his foot again.
Subject: M5. Rob Chapman vs. C5 Ion | IC Tournement Match 
