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Match IWT Retribution - Farooq vs. Dick Fagget

Discussion in 'Internet Wrestling Titles' started by Juventudinho, Aug 8, 2018.

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Who Won?

Poll closed Aug 14, 2018.
  1. Farooq

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  2. Dick Fagget

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  1. Juventudinho

    Juventudinho Il Capitano Administrator

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    The following contest is scheduled for one fall!...

    Introducing the participants...
    (@Farooq) Farooq v. Dick Fagget (@TUMBAS)

    The rules are as followed:

    - No videos except for titantron entrances
    - All pictures must be used in context of the promos.
    - There is a 2 promo limit
    - The deadline for all promos is August, 14th 2018
    - Voting will then last for 24 hours
    - Keep all OOC, off-topic and side conversation away until after voting has opened.​
     
  2. Cortana

    Cortana UNSC AI Serial Number: CTN 0452-9 Super Moderator The Four Horsemen

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    Entrance:

    @ChampION was taken to ringside as commercial break was set before the match; as a result, four members of Farooq's Church holding him where the bell is.

    "This match is scheduled for one fall!" The Ring Announcer spoke, "The current match is a man vs belt match! Whoever is the winner becomes the retired United States Champion and keeper of the self proclaimed IWT ChampION!" Pop

    A$AP Rocky and Skepta walk onto the stage. Massive pop. The ring, ramp was now covered in white smoke. Farooq walks out in between them, dressed in; tight black pants with "Lord" in gold on both sides, the trimming gold as well; black boots, also with gold trimming; black wristbands and a gold chain. Extremely loud pop. "A$AP! Skpeta! Farooq!"



    "Introducing first! The keeper of the IWT ChampION! The Lord of Wrestling, returning to IWT for the first time in years! The God: Farooq!!" Loud pop.

    With every "Praise the Lord", Rocky and Skepta would point over to Farooq. The three moved in rhythm, the spotlight on all of them while Rocky and Skepta remained at the top. "Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!" Farooq walked over to some fans on the bottom corner of the ramp. He took his gold chain off, giving it to the fan as the fan exploded with excitement. Farooq walked up the ramp, entering the ring. The ring announcer handed Farooq the microphone, the professional wrestling sitting on one of the corner turnbuckles. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the men performing my theme, A$AP Rocky and Skepta! Give them a hand before they go to the back." Farooq said, applauding them. "A$AP! Skepta!" Loud cheers and applause. Rocky and Skepta waved to the crowd, having a heavy smile on both faces as they left to the back.

    Promo:

    "Man, does it feel good to be back, to the number one wrestling company in the world. " He raises his first finger, walking around in a circle, slowly. He lets his arm down, bringing his cheerful demeanor to a serious expression. "But let's skip the greetings and get down to business. Tonight I have a match against a thief. A man who uphold himself as some radical insane man, going after my heritage. He desecrated my Championship, the United States belt. The same Championship I wore here in IWT, and the same Championship I put together with three more belts, to begin the X Division... But that's the past, and this is now. Today, I fight for the United States Championship. Dick. Let's talk about giving."

    Farooq looked toward the stage. "I give myself to the wrestling business. I give heavy workouts to my body to improve. I give the fans the attention they deserve. I give the best of my abilities, every time I get in this ring! I give you the honor of stepping toe to toe with one of the best!!" "Farooq! Farooq! Farooq!" "I am a generous God! I am a being that enjoys seeing others receive! And that's just it! I push myself to the core of my ability, I am giving you Dick, the best. But you, you're pathetic. You run around, spiraling out of control, like some child who lost their candy. I can already see your type. You're just some one hit wonder. You gain a lot of attention, but fall off because you can't hold on. Because you're too weak. You have to go completely overboard and act like some unprofessional loser who just can't seem to hold a job.""Ohhhhhhhh"

    "Dick, how about you do this company a favor." Farooq point to the ring. "How about you get your ass in this ring, and give the best. It's your turn to give everything. Because if you do not. If you do not give, if you refuse to be generous and remain the simple minded being you are, I will beat you. You'll be another another IWT ChampION, a loser who just couldn't beat me."

    "Introducing my opponent, the most disgusting being in the wrestling business, the man who stole my United States Championship: Dick Fagget! Now bring out your offering Dick!"
     
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  3. TUMBAS

    TUMBAS Indie Wrestler Donor D-Generation X

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    - Suddenly a presidential limo pulls in through the parking lot as it makes its way right next to the stage. All the lights flood on the vehicle as security escort President Trump onto the stage. Trump grabs a mic and waits for the crowd to simmer down before speaking.

    Ladies and Gentlemen. Everything this man has said up to this point is completely, false! It was fake news and you shouldn't trust this man. He is a war criminal. A thug. A loser. And a traitor to the earnest and humble people of America, like me, and my proud friend Dick Fagget. Yeah- thats right. I said it. Mhm.

    Truth is America could do with more Faggets. I wish you could all take Dick and learn from and take it all in deep into your head. I wish we could all be a bigger Dick Fagget than the one and only himself. It's true- Do it. Just do it... I don't want to steal the show here, but when you attack an American hero like Dick, then you attack me. You are a filthy liar who makes all these preposterous claims. You are a no good black villain, and the black one always dies first.

    Ladies and Gentleman, now after the introduction this brave American soul deserves. I am proud to welcome to the stage with me, Mr America, Dick Fagget!


    - Dick then steps out from the blacked out vehicle and stands on the stage as he takes the microphone off the president who begins walking back to his car with his security, leaving Dick to handle his opponent single handily -

    Yeah that's right Big T, now excuse me partner. I hope I'm just taking what you said the wrong way, but it really upset me man. I thought this was all just for show but you went too far man. I'm not even sure if I'm emotionally fit to compete at this point. I thought that maybe we could end racism on this night. But instead your stood out here asking for my ass and to give you it all? I know you spent a lot of time in jail, but I never expected to have a urban homosexual man come onto me at the workplace. There is only one way to stop you now and retain my ultra straight status, and that's to grapple your body and roll you around before pinning you for three seconds on that very mat where you stand.

    Truth is pal, I don't really trust black people anyway. I was waiting to stab you in the back anyway. Not literally like we are both in Compton, you know, because you have jail aids. I guess you savages are simply not evolved enough to have patience or inside voices. Never mind. We can settle this here and now.

    - Dick then visibly forces himself erect as he then flexes with his hard dick in his trunks. He then starts marching down to the ring -

    You said I was a child right? Well have you ever seen a child with a Johnson as big as this? Huh? This log of meat has given plenty to these fans and I see your eyes snapping too it right now. You got shower time messed up with Dick time. I see you licking them big lips. Looking at my big white dick. You need to get a grip of yourself. You cannot call me pathetic! I am a working American hero. You are the one who used to be a champion, but went back to being a thug. You got locked up and now your infected with the homo gene.

    You cannot put the blame on me for that. I didn't ask to be born looking like some, freak sculpture of a roman god. With abs down to my 30 inch python. I don't blame you for wanting a bit of this ass, everyone struggles to stay away. But no dudes are welcome here brother. That's some homo shit and we don't take too kindly to that here. This is America! Not the Kongo! You cannot just run around raping and shooting people here. Someone has to stop you, and they sent the best god damn hero America has ever given glorious, sensual birth to!

    I'm so glad I finally get to say this to your face. But if you want to know what I think. I think your a washed up piece of shit! I think you came running to the Big Daddy begging for this title shot at my RWK Imperial Championship, just so that you could get one more run before you die of aids. You are like a lost dog following me, except you have aids because you are a homosexual. But as I stand here at 50% of my full erect capacity, I am sorry to inform you that this will not be a comeback story.

    You came to me one the end of my steroid cycle so now I'm ready to go! I am in the peak physical condition and in the prime of my young life. Normally I would avoid you urban folk, but I have overcome my fears of blacks with, cultural appropriation. I will be more than happy to demonstrate once your erection dissipates also. You take all them gay vibes and stick them back up your ass and wait for the shower after. Not with me though, no homo.

    - Dick then waits for his opponent to reply as he stands outside the ring, still erect -
     
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  4. Cortana

    Cortana UNSC AI Serial Number: CTN 0452-9 Super Moderator The Four Horsemen

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    Farooq was heavily digusted by Dick Fagget, but tried his best to keep his composure. It was best that he was outside of the ring, but the whole scene left the God moving a bit uncomfortably away.

    Farooq chuckled, shaking his head. "RWK? Never once until this very moment has trash ever left my lips." Gasps. "I came back to the IWT, the Internet Wrestling Titles. To fight the best, to become the best. To staple my place in the book of history as God. So when my staples rip the pages of IWT, it simply erases trash like you. Erases dumpsters like Slate Boss and Ryder Parks. It erases the entire field of street feces known, as RWK." Farooq walks to the ropes, resting on his arms leaning against it. "A God goes where there's the best, not mediocre trash. I fight for the best fans in the best arena. My light shines and spreads where there is darkness. It's a shame, because the lights doesn't spread over to you, it casts a large shadow."

    Farooq walked over to the turnbuckle, climbing on the top and looking down at Dick. "You could never amount to the Lord of Wrestling! Now put your genitals away you idiot. There's not enough steroids that'll stop the debut of my newest move: Plasma DDT! Because the only 30+inch thing I know, is my plasma TV." Farooq said chuckling, raising his fist. "Praise the Lord!" "Praise the Lord!" Loud pop. "Plasma! Plasma! Plasma!" "I got a plasma TV too Farooq!!" "Bring it out!!" Suddenly through the crowd came two of Farooq's followers carrying a rather new television. They put the television down next to the announcer's table, and Farooq hopped down from the turnbuckle. He rolled out the ring, and grabbed IWT ChampION.

    Farooq let him go, and instantly ChampION tried to attack him. Farooq punched him in the stomach, then elbowed him in the face. Farooq grabbed ChampION and performed a DDT on the 36 inch television. ChampION's head went through, shocking him heavily(he survived). Farooq's followers brought another television out as Farooq rolled into the ring. "The Lord of Wrestling, this God is gonna perform the Plasma DDT on you next. Get your ass in here and I shall clean you of your sins."
     
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  5. TUMBAS

    TUMBAS Indie Wrestler Donor D-Generation X

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    - Dick watches in shock and horror as he watches the ChampION get DDT'd. Visible frustration builds up as Dick gets worked into a shoot once again -

    Oh you're gonna put me through that tv? I don't think so!

    - Dick then rolls into the ring and runs towards the tv before leaping into the air and landing skull first into the television, spiking himself. With a loud thud the fat man slaps against the mat as he groans a fuck one last time as he lays there helpless -

    Haha! You see that you son of a bitch. There is nothing you can do that I cannot do better! I can't wait to see how badass that gif looks on Lars' twitter account. You see you piece of shit, it's all about creating those once in lifetime moments like what I just did. If only you were as capable as I am, then perhaps you would be mr money in the lunchbox. As I stand here, on the floor of this mat, I see a man whose worst enemy is not the bulked out thicc big daddy. But is himself.

    - Dick crawls to his stomach like a turtle as he slowly slouches back up, already dripping with sweat -


    I think what you need is to come under my wing. Let me teach you the road and where to fuck all the ring rats. With my guidance. I can make you the RWK ChampION. I can give you all the Dick that you need to make you a man again. Let Fagget bring you back to America. We can make a perfect American out of you yet. You can be Prince. America! or America Boy! Because quite frankly it's a lot more sensible than calling yourself a God. This isn't an urban theater. You don't get to call out random shit during the Devil Wears Prada! As you stand in this ring, wrestling a handicapped man through a tv screen. Calling yourself a God. Quite frankly Dat Kid, you are the laughing stock of this company.

    Me and the rest of the boys in the store closet always making cracks and jokes about you. The best part is, you don't even realize you are the village idiot around here. I'm sorry to let you know this, but someone needs to tell you before you get yourself hurt doing something stupid like a retard. But you know what. All this five star wrestling and talking has me pretty hungry. So I will finish this promo now before I start producing gas.

    There are no gods in the middle of the ring. There is just a white and a black man. There is no politics, no drug deals, no beef. Just a proud man and a homie... Fact of the matter is, while you have been running around like some sort of crack pot, I have been going harder in the gym than ever before. If you thought what I did to that monitor was badass, just you wait until the bell actually rings you motherfucker. I'm getting fucking gas now and my with drawls are starting to fucking piss me off. So do you want some Dick mother fucker!

    - Dick then marches into the face of Farooq, as Dick purposely tries to stab his opponent with his erection -
     
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  6. TUMBAS

    TUMBAS Indie Wrestler Donor D-Generation X

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  7. Juventudinho

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    Voting is OPEN
     
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  9. Juventudinho

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    Heres's your winner...FAROOQ!
     
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