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 Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 12:39 pm
7th April 2025 - 27th April 2025
One Day Auto-Hit or Auto-Recover
The following match is scheduled for one fall!
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 2:46 pm
The stage was set. The rules were made clear.
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall… and will be contested under No Disqualification rules! There will be no count-outs, no disqualifications—the only way to win is by pinfall or submission!”
The arena rumbled with anticipation.
This wasn’t going to be a wrestling match. This was going to be a fight.
You'll never get free... lambs to the slaughter...
Whatcha gonna do when there's blood in the water?
“Blood//Water” by Grandson erupted through the sound system, and the crowd immediately came to life. Emerging from the shadows of the entranceway was a man possessed—Ares Alexander.
He didn’t come alone.
Wrapped tightly around his right hand was a thick steel chain, already clenched into a fist. Ares wasn’t here to warm up. He was here to throw down.
JR:
"Look at the eyes of Ares Alexander—there’s no hesitation left. Whatever doubt he had earlier? It’s been swallowed up by pure intent. That chain tells you everything you need to know."
King:
"He is an entirely different man than the one we had seen earlier. That's for sure!"
He stood on the stage for a moment, soaking in the moment, then stormed toward the ring—laser focused. Chicago-born. Street-hardened. A student of chaos, and a master of grit.
"Introducing first..."
"From Chicago, Illinois..."
"Weighing in at 208 pounds..."
"ARES! ALEXANDER!"
There were questions earlier in the night about whether Ares could rise to this challenge—but the man walking down the ramp now wasn’t second-guessing anything.
He slid into the ring with purpose, yanking at the chain wrapped around his knuckles. His music still echoed through the arena, but he wasn’t moving to its beat—he was marching to war.
JR:
"You wanna talk about heart? About survival instinct? This man came back from the brink and now he’s walking into the lion’s den with a chain around his hand and a fire in his chest."
King:
"He is going to need that and more if he is going to overcome the mountain that is in front of him here tonight!"
The time for hesitation was over.
Ares Alexander was ready for blood.
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Posted: Mon Apr 07, 2025 11:57 pm
The lights slowly fade to darkness as the sound of rain overtook the arena. A soft chime of a bell rang out as the sound of rain grew. Not much longer would the chants sang out. 'Under the Lotus (We don't die) Black rain falls indoors and outside' As the music and chants continued, a cloaked figure would take the stage. An arm would raise up as the music came to a halt. The sound of a ticking clock would then play out, a slow tick as if counting down without any visible timer. As the timer continued, the maniac laughter of Moxcy would play out before the ticking sped up. Finally, We Don't Die by Twiztid would play out as the cloaked man would pull back his hood to reveal the white-painted face of the Eclipse. Dawning his black look, he had chose to pay his respects to his fallen brother as he would normally take his Dark Lotus route as Wrestlemania. Judging by the frustrations in his eyes, he wasn't there for fun and games. Only one thing was on his mind as he began his walk to the ring much to the roar of the crowd. Removing the cloak and revealing the gear for his 'Totality' appearance with the chain of fate along his neck, he would hop up to the apron and eye his opponent for a brief moment. At least this time he had a normal looking foe despite this one holding the name for the God of War. No doubt in the back of his mind that he would go to war here, and he had full intent on unleashing whatever hell he needed to. Plenty of pent of frustrations due to his time being wasted by some petty affairs, a failed attempt to hold gold, and having to deal with unnecessary crap to even get to where he was now. It was his opponent of the matter, at least. Removing the bandanna from his arm, he would tie it to the top rope for the time being. Finally, he'd look to his opponent as he was more than ready for a war.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 8:30 am
Ares began to pace inside his corner. He was confident, but the anxiety was obvious in his restlessness. Clutching onto the chain he brought down to the ring with him. Almost a sense of comfort.
The starting moments of this war were bound to be memorable. But no one was sure what would happen right away.
The official checked on both competitors before signaling for the bell. Leaving both men to their imagination.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 6:26 pm
Watching his opponent pave told him a few possible things going on in this mind. The frustrated Eclipse felt more at ease on the grandest stage. This was the yearly highlight, the biggest of all. His own history spoke many wins for his career in this event, and he would see to add another. Finally stepping forward, he’d motion to Aresto begin this dance of war.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2025 6:32 pm
Ares would squat slightly into a defensive stance. Dancing was the perfect term for this battle early on. Matching the tempo of one another, not coming into strong, but also not backing down entirely.
Ares balled his fist tight, feeling the chains in his hand bide against his flesh, almost eating at it. Despite the feeling of slight discomfort from the steel, the pain put him at ease and made him feel prepared.
Slowly, the two men came closer and closer. Who would bite first at the chance to deal some damage to the other man?
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 1:01 am
As they neared, the Eclipse would make his move. One step forward, a wide step in that would be a knee shot aimed for Ares' stomach. Starting the match with a quick strike, he'd start with his strikes as he had become more of a striker throughout the years. Elbows, knees, and anything in-between
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 4:00 pm
The twitching of a muscle and both men threw out a strike of their own. Ares threw out a jab with the chained hand, and the Eclipse sent a knee.
Slightly weaving the strike, Eclipse would get the first strike as Alexander would double over from the knee, feeling the chain unravel from his hand and hang from his grip. Just scraping the mat from the doubled over position he was in.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 6:30 pm
With the knee hitting, the Eclipse managed to dodge a bullet with Ares own chain. Reaching out, GBL would grab a bit of the chain to rewrap it around the hand just enough as some odd gesture of good will up until he would look to wrench the same arm back to begin targeting a limb
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2025 11:24 pm
How nice of GBL to begin rewrapping the hand. But immediately the good gesture would transition into a tug on the wrist and elbow. Torquing on the arm of Ares who would jolt up slightly.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 12:31 pm
Holding onto the arm, the pace would continue as he kept the twist in the arm. Changing it up, he’d aim to torque the arm behind his back with a hammerlock but end it with an arm trapped back suplex, a not so pleasant landing to come with a chain wrapped hand.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 12:37 pm
Ares tried to snatch his arm back, but the quickness and ruthlessness of GBL didnt allow him to escape.
Ares then got pulled and dropped directly onto the chain with an arm trapped back suplex. A feeling of numbness, and then a stinging pain on the back, but also the arm that was trapped completely between everything.
Rolling on to his side, Ares held the arm.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 12:58 pm
GBL would sit up and remained seated for a moment as he eyed his opponent near him feeling the effects of the drop. Moving back to his feet, he’d move over to his opponent to step down on the shoulder of the targeted arm. A way to put down pressure on a joint and limb but also a way to mess with his opponent.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 1:51 pm
Ares got kicked over to his side and had the boot of the Lotus dig deep into the joint. Pressing down sending a jolt of pain all through his body. Leaving the Chicago native kicking the mat and using the non targeted arm to try and slip away, but to no avail.
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Posted: Thu Apr 10, 2025 3:09 pm
He had watched for a brief moment before deciding to shift his foot enough to swing out a kick with his free leg, a kick to impact the same shoulder he had pinned down. Truly a show of his frustrations as of late with this more aggressive style of violence.
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