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| crimsonjoe | Jun 18 2010, 06:59 AM Post #1 |
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========================================= [The scene fades in to a small auditorium, a local hall. A wrestling ring is in the center, and chairs surround three sides of the ring. People are slowly entering the auditorium and taking their seats. On the fourth side of the ring is the cameras, along with a long table, with the announce crew seated behind it and a microphone in front of each person. Jackie Trainor is wearing a simple blouse and slacks combination, while Phil Anderson is wearing a suit a couple of years out of style. Next to them is the interview area- a BSW logo in the background, and "Big" Al Lieberman standing by, microphone in hand. Standing next to him, in a business suit, is former wrestler "Crimson" Joe Reed. Reed watches intently as ten wrestlers slowly enter the ring. As each man enters the ring, the camera flashes their name underneath, to identify them to the TV audience: "Adam" "De'Vegas Black" "Thomas Clarke" "Winston Fioritto" "Clint Flint" "Domhnall O'Flaherty" "Jorge Gomez" "Ryan Martinez" "Austin Raines" "Justin Tyme" The men stand in the ring, alternating between looking out at the audience and warily watching each other. As the music fades, "Big" Al speaks for both the auditorium and the TV audience.] Big Al: Tonight, these ten wrestlers showcase their abilities and begin to learn the final lessons needed to become future superstars. All of them have talent- we will see who fulfills their promise tonight on BLANK SLATE WRESTLING! *** [As the commercials fade, we fade back to see Jackie and Phil at the announce table.] JT: Welcome to the first episode of Blank Slate Wrestling! Tonight, five of our stars will be competing in matches. PA: Given their competition, I'm not expecting any upsets tonight. But these guys will be thrown to the wolves soon enough. JT: In addition, all of our competitors will be speaking to both the live crowd and to the audience at home. "Big" Al and "Crimson" Joe Reed will explain... [Cut to the interview area] Big Al: Tonight- and every show- all ten competitors will be giving interviews here. Joe, what's the purpose of this? [Reed takes the microphone from Al.] CJR: Everyone who enters pro-wrestling understands that they have to know how wrestle, how to take punishment, and what they need to do to win matches. All of that is taught in wrestling school. What isn't taught is how to connect to the audience, how to entertain the paying customer. What we're doing at Blank Slate is giving these ten rookies a chance to master that part of wrestling before they enter one of the big leagues. Big Al: Every week, the interview will have a theme. What is that for tonight? CJR: Tonight... you only have one chance to make a first impression when you join a league. And once that first impression has been created in the minds of the fans, it takes a lot of work to overcome it. Tonight, every wrestler has two minutes to introduce themselves and put a good first impression in the minds of the fans, both here tonight and on TV. Big Al: Thanks... later tonight, we'll be holding a panel discussion for our experts to give their thoughts on tonight. Back to Jackie and Phil. JT: We're going to alternate between promos and matches, then have a panel discussion afterwards. PA: Where we nitpick these guys to death and laugh at their rookie mistakes. JT: Phil! PA: What? Just me? **** PROMO #1: ADAM [Cut to a handsome Caucasian in his early thirties standing at the interview area. His blond hair is carefully parted on the right side of his head. Blue eyes, boyish features and a well-toned body complete the Mid-Western looks. Adam's ring attire consists of plain white wrestling boots and white spandex shorts. He flashes a smile that radiates warmth and honesty before he holds the mic close to his mouth.] A : My name ... is Adam. [He slowly raises his left index finger.] A : I was named after the very First Man. As you can see, I follow in the footsteps of our biblical progenitor ... [He taps on the temple with the index finger.] A : ... a perfect mind ... [Adam proceeds to point at his chest.] A : ... in a flawless body. God our Lord gave me those gifts because he knows me. He knows that I am pure, righteous and _good_ . You people on the other hand ... [He turns in a half-circle, his finger directed at the audience now.] A : ... the Lord finds you lacking and so do I. When I gaze at my surroundings, be it here or anywhere in Memphis or in any other house in this nation, I see slobs and sinners, undeserving of having been made in His image, with no chance at all to regain our place in the Garden of Eden! [Adam has visibly become more agitated as he raises his voice but still, the smile remains.] A : But I have not given up on you, my brothers and sisters! [His left hand now clutches his chest.] A : _I_ know that beneath the grease and base vileness you could be better. Perhaps you could even be ... good. Let me be your role model. Let me be your paragon. Let me be your leader. Let me be the First Man ... [Adam lowers his voice and closes his eyes.] A : ... or suffer the Fall. [As the fans jeer Adam he continues to smile, oblivious to the reaction.] **** PROMO #2: JORGE GOMEZ [We cut to the BSW banner and standing there is a young Mexican man with an athletic build and wearing blue trunks and short white boots. He has short black hair and a thin mustache, plus a big smile.] M: Hola amigos! [He waves towards the small crowd and then at the panel and then he nods his head.] M: My name is Jorge Gomez! [Jorge stops to wave some more. Some in the crowd wave back, most just sit there waiting to see what he's got.] JG: Como esta? [Gomez waits for a reply but nothing is thrown his way. After a short awkward moment he takes a big gulp and continues.] JG: Mucho gusto.. er.. It's ah.. Nice to meet all of you! I am ah.. Uh.. [Jorge looks around, searching for something, perhaps in his head.] JG: Como se dice? [He motions with his right hand a lot then nods his head.] JG: I am a rookie! [The crowd begins to groan!] JG: I am er.. New to lucha libre! But I am.. ah.. Con... Confident that I can put on a good show for.. all of you! [Jorge motions to everyone and some people in the crowd begin to Boo!] JG: Lo siento amigos! Estoy aprendiendo engles! Ah.. I.. [He points to himself.] JG: I am learning.. the English! [More Boos now! Jorge begins to sweat nervously.] JG: But even though.. My English is not.. [He motions more with his hand.] JG: Strong? [BOOS] JG: I.. hope.. ah... Como se dice? [Stronger BOOS] JG: Ah.. English not strong but I hope that.. er.. I can make up for it with good.. fighting! [Gomez flashes a big smile at getting all of that out! He is rewarded with BOOS!] JG: Um.. Entiende? [BOOS] JG: Ah.. Gracias por su paciencia! Hasta luego, vaya con Dios y adios! [Jorge smiles and waves at everyone, including the panel, but all he gets back are BOOS as he nervously walks away from the BSW banner.] **** MATCH #1: ADAM vs. DA MOOK The match between Adam and Da Mook started off with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Da Mook managed to push Adam back who dropped to the mat and roll out of the ring. He stalled on the outside until the ref's count hit "9". Adam rolled back, there was another collar-and-elbow and the result was exactly the same. Adam crawled to the outside again, then returned to offer Da Mook a handshake and an apology, which "the First Man" turned into an armdrag takedown and an armbar. Keeping the hold locked on Adam transitioned into a scissored armbar. This was enough for Adam to gain the upper hand as he continued his offense: A snap suplex, a couple of stomps to the head and on the finger joints, an armbreaker, a jumping stomp of the second rope to the hurt arm were next. Then, strangely enough, Adam started to rant at Da Mook, slapping his face and preaching about the Old Testament. Riled up, Da Mook blocked a slap, countered with a clothesline and went for a bodyslam next. Adam took a handful of hair to break that up, then blatantly gouged the eyes of his opponent. The man who claims to hail from the Garden of Eden dragged Da Mook to the corner, climbed to the second rope and executed a vicious Tornado Double Underhook DDT. Da Mook was finished then and there, but Adam was not satisfied as he locked on a Koji Clutch and cinched it in tightly. The ref stopped the match and the hold was released ... after a while. **** PROMO #3: DE'VEGAS BLACK De’vegas Black steps in front of the BSW back drop and stares at the camera, a menacing, disgusted look on his face. Mr. Black is in one word-BIG. Muscle layered upon muscle. Mr. Black sports a bald head, brown eyes and 48 hour stubble on his face. He wears a simple black sweater hoodie that covers his trunks. Black knee pads and boots both outlined with silver. With his hands on his hips he begins to speak, his voice deep and intense. Black: You’re all asking ‘Why should I want to see De’vegas Black?’ [De’vegas looks to the left then to the right before staring at the camera once again.] Black: Because it looks as though I am the only black man my fellow African Americans have to cheer for. I guess BSW had a ‘standard quota’, just like every other damn profession in America. How it must sicken everyone when a company is forced to hire at least one non-Caucasian. How it must make the white man’s blood boil to have to see me take one of his fellow ‘white man jobs’. [Black smirks] Well I could care less what any of you think. I am here to show everyone that just like our pale skinned neighbours, us black people are just a highly educated and just, if not more athletic. People look at me, or any other of my people and automatically think two things- typical thug and uneducated. All of us get painted with the same brush yet if a white man were to do the same thing, it was just him. He is just a bad apple. Well I’m no bad apple. I’m a bad ass. I’m an educated black man who is going to show everyone on this show what I am capable of doing in that ring. All the other rookies should count their blessings they didn’t have to step into the ring with me tonight. You can scoff all you want. But we’ll see how many are smirking when they see what I do to that punk ass Godfather. [De’vegas walks off camera shot.] **** PROMO #4: AUSTIN RAINES [The camera adjusts as a the figure of Austin Raines steps before the BSW logo and camera. Austin stand just under 6 feet tall and upon first glimpse he can't weigh more than 200 pounds. Austin is wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a light grey dress shirt; the top three buttons undo revealing a white ribbed shirt underneath it. Austin has black hair that falls to his chin and has two white streaks that run through the front of his hair. His green eyes watch the camera man, waiting for his que to begin. He gently rubs his five o’clock shadow as he contemplates his thoughts. Austin has an air of confidence about him as he looks at the camera once again but as the camera man points to him and that red light turns on the confidence drops a bit. He inhales deeply and exhales slowly before he speaks.] AR: Two minutes ... you wanna give me to minutes to tell you why the world should .. not should ... will shell out their hard earned money to watch me wrestle? You wanna give me two minutes to prove why a federation should take a chance on me? Two minutes ... I don't eed two minutes to tell you not taking a chance on me is the biggest mistake anyone could make. [Austin pauses for a moment and he seems to be gaining back some of his confidence as his nerves appear to calming a bit.] AR: Look at me and what do you see? [Pause.] AR: You see someone different than anyone else out there in the business today ... I'm not your typical fake and bake juice head ... NO! You know what I am? I'm DYNAMIC inside that ring and I call it like I see it outside of it. [Austin pauses and a slight smirk crosses his face for a brief moment.] AR: Now let me ask you a question before I leave ... Do you want to be the federation that lets the biggest potential superstar in wrestling slip through it's fingers? [Austin stares at the camera for a moment, before slowly walking away.] **** MATCH #2: DE'VAGAS BLACK vs. DA BIG WUSSY GODFATHER [As the bell rang, De'vegas wasted no time in showing off his power set by sending 'Big Wussy' head over heels with a running lariat. As Big Wussy tried to clear the cobwebs on his knee, Black leveled him with a running boot to the face sending him back down to the canvas. Black slapped the back of Big Wussy's head, telling the big man 'To get up and stop being a punk!' Black picked up Wussy by the hair and slammed him with ease followed by a three big elbow drops and boot rake to the eyes. Black picked up Wussy and absolutely planted him in the corner, making the ring shake and sending the big man up and over with a HUGE Irish whip. De'vegas pointed at the coaches and screamed 'Watch this!' He then picked up 'Big Wussy', put the big man's head between his legs, hoisted him up and planted him with a high impact Sit-out Powerbomb he likes to call the 'Black Bomb'. Black nonchalantly made the cover for the pin. **** PROMO #5: THOMAS CLARKE [Standing in front of the BSW logo is a solidly built man with crew cut black hair and hazel eyes with a rather intense look in them. Currently dressed in a suit and tie, the man pays no attention to the audience at all, not appearing to care if they like him or not.] "My name is Thomas Clarke, I'm from Boston Massachusetts and in a few moments I'm going to be putting on a wrestling clinic. You fine people will have the privilege of watching me dismantle Coco Brick in my historic first professional wrestling match, you will have the distinct honour of seeing me take my first step on what is sure to be a glorious career filled with accolades. Someday you will be able to tell your grand children how you once got to be dazzled by the incredible skills of Thomas Clarke as he raised Blank Slate Wrestling from mediocrity with his mere presence." [The fan's reaction is rather predictable, given the sheer arrogance of Thomas' words. If they didn't know what to make of him before, they certainly do now as their boos and catcalls start becoming audible on the microphone Thomas is speaking into. Naturally he ignores them.] "The legacy will be built here ladies and gentleman, tonight a wrestling legend will be born. The path to greatness starts now!" [With that, Thomas Clarke heads to the back as the fans voice their lack of appreciation of his arrogance.] **** PROMO #6: CLINT FLINT [Backstage in the BSW studios, we see a strapping young lad in an open vest and wrestling trunks having a conversation with "Big" Al Lieberman. Nobody seems to realize that the cameras are rolling, but the kid looks mighty excited at being on TV and certainly doesn't want anybody hogging his spotlight.] Kid: No worries bro, I got this. [Taking the microphone from Al's hand, the kid turns towards the camera, back first. Spelled out on his vest in bedazzler is his name: CLINT FLINT. Real shiny rocks; man spent a lot of time making the vest happen. He turns towards the camera and it's all gelled hair and sharp sunglasses with a side of bling necklaces assaulting the audience. He smirks.] CF: Hey kids, do you like winners? Of course you do, that's why you're gonna love the name of the future: Clint Flint. That's me by the by, Blank State Wrestling's finest; even though that's not quite saying much at the moment. So let me tell you what the deal is here: I've got the moves, I've got the body but most importantly I've got the name that you will remember: the Clintweiser, Killier Clinter, Mr. Cooly Fooly himself. [He spent a lot of time on the names too, we gather.] CF: But it's not all just flashy looks or flashy names; it's about the wrestling too, am I right? I'm askin' you because Clint Flint, the name of the future; he's got the FlintLock. It's dangerous, it's cripplin' and it's a lot more than your ordinary leglock! See, I arrange the legs in a manner similar to a 4 before I lock the legs in place, pressing down across your knee with your other leg bent over it... Very literally breaking your leg, with your own leg. Pretty ironic, isn't it? [His sharp shades seemingly sparkle as he smirks towards the camera.] CF: That's a move I innovated: the FlintLock. And Clint Flint is going to innovate a lot more to the sport of professional wrestling, Mr. Cly-Fly can assure you of that! So why don't you take the HINT, and run around with CLINT FLINT, the name of the future that's gonna turn BSW upside down! Baby! [He passes the microphone back to Al, allowing him to turn his back to the camera and double-point at his bedazzled name.] "Big" Al: Ladies and gentlemen, Clint Flint! CF: AW YEAH!!! [Fade to Clint Flint-a-mania.] **** MATCH #3: THOMAS CLARKE vs. COCO BRICK As the bell sounded the two men circled and Thomas Clarke immediately bounced off the ropes to hit a shoulder block on Coco, staggering the slightly larger man. As Coco turned to run the ropes in order to return the favour, Clarke showed his true colours by blindsiding him with a forearm to the back of his head. Grinning broadly as the audience booed his dirty tactics, Thomas hauled Coco to his feet and slapped on a side headlock. When the referee got in Thomas' face to reprimand him concerning the hair pulling, Thomas mule kicked Coco through the legs causing Coco to crumple to the mat in pain and inspiring Thomas to flex his arm and point at his bicep as he proclaimed his great strength. Things continued in this matter for pretty much the entire match with Thomas continued to mix well executed technical wrestling with flagrant, and frankly rather vicious, cheating that the ref never quite managed to catch. The entire time Thomas acted as though he was putting on a wrestling clinic and didn't hesitate to celebrate anytime he executed a vertical suplex, backbreaker or even snapmare he thought was particularly impressive. In the end, Thomas finished the match with a simple belly to belly suplex and proceeded to celebrate his victory as though he'd just won his first world title. **** PROMO #7: DOMHNALL O'FLAHERTY [O'Flaherty steps out in front of the BSW logo. He wears cowboy boots, a pair of black jeans and a white shirt that reads, simply, "GUINNESS" in overwhelmingly large, bold letters (and, of course, an illustration of the famous stout beer). His hair, a dyed-black carefully cultivated mess of spiked locks shooting in every direction does nothing to draw focus from his youthful, freckled face.] DO: Two minutes of fame, now is it? Got thirteen left, have I? Maybe more with bad behavior. First, an introduction. The name's Domhnall O'Flaherty, and my name, translated from the Gaelic, means "World Mighty Bright Prince". As you can see-- [One pale arm reaches out to the side, then percussively contracts into a huge bicep flex.] DO: That ain't gobshite. If I ain't the strongest man in this competition it's just 'cause I stopped growin' at a normal height. I'm a man, not some rotter whose mum conceived with a forest troll. [Brushing a hand across the stabbing points of hair atop his head, Domhnall tosses the mic back around his back and over his shoulder, catching it in one motion at the end of his hair-stroke. It is, to say the least, completely unnecessary.] DO: And who else do we have here? A bunch of boys who don't know how to fight, I'd wager. I can't wait to see 'em tumble about the ring smellin' like hot sick. I'm no "professional wrestler" yet, 'tis true, but I come pre-trained in the art of Sambo. Throws, mat grappling, striking; I've got it all. Stringin' ropes over poles around the fight doesn't change the fact that it's a fight! [Pointing out at the viewer, Dom grits his teeth.] DO: And the guy I'm fightin' tonight. Who is this blighter actin' the maggot and why should I give an air biscuit for him? "Type A"? Firstly you damned fool, that's not a name, it's a personality type. I've seen him once, the twitching lunatic, and the only thing impressive about him is that he's made it this far in life without natural selection taking over. "Type A", your style is a bunch of balsch, I'll cream you out of it, leave you banjaxed and the only damage you'll have done to me is the adding to my cleanin' bill. I do hope you last more than a minute though, as I want a chance to show what I can do tonight. [Cut!] **** PROMO #8: RYAN MARTINEZ [He’s young. No more than twenty or twenty one. Handsome, with dark hair and intense, brown eyes. He’s dressed casually, wearing a black shirt with the BSW logo on it, and a pair of blue jeans. From what’s visible of his physique, he’s clearly in shape. But there’s something plain about him, despite his youthful good looks. Like someone just popped a wrestler out of a mold. Nothing is distinct about him. Not yet at least. He’s Ryan Martinez, and he stands in front of a BSW banner, ready to speak for the first time.] RM: I’ll get the obvious out of the way first. My name is Ryan Martinez. I have a famous last name. And I have an even more famous uncle. And here’s my promise to you. This is the _last_ time I’ll ever bring up either. I’m my own man. I do what I want because I want to do it. I’m not asking for anything special. I don’t expect any favors. All I want is a chance. All I’m asking for is an opportunity. And right now, I’ve got it. My “assignment,” as it were, is to introduce myself. To tell you all what I’m about, and to tell you why you should pay attention to me. And since I was given that assignment, I’ve thought long and hard about it. I’ve tried to figure how I can possibly sum myself up in two minutes. And it all comes down to a single word. Honor. [Though young, Martinez is already clearly intense, as is obvious from the way he stares straight into the camera, every word spoken with conviction.] RM: It’s a simple concept, but its one that’s become lost in wrestling, and hell, the world at large. Honor means doing the right thing, at every moment, regardless of what the cost. It means being respectful. But it also means demanding that others respect me. I’m here to wrestle, no... to fight, for honor. To always do the right thing, and to make sure that everyone else does too. I’m here because every revolution has to start somewhere, and where better than a place with a blank slate? Every moment, of every day, my life is about honor. About honoring this promotion, and about honoring this sport. I’ll fight to restore what’s been lost. To prove that one man, armed with nothing but his heart and his fists, can achieve greatness, and do it the right way. I’m tired of seeing people take shortcuts. I’m tired of watching as everyone else disregards things like rules. It makes me sick to see bad men prosper. And from now until the time when I can’t walk anymore, I’ll fight to change things. [Holding the microphone in one hand, Martinez lifts his other hand, pointing straight ahead.] RM: What I’m talking about is revolution. A change so radical that the old guard can’t even fathom it. I want everything to change. And my plan is to make it change. One day at a time, one match after another. I will conduct myself with honor. And I will revolutionize wrestling. And if you don’t believe me? Well, just sit back and watch. [After lifting his head defiantly and narrowing his eyes, Martinez drops the microphone and steps off the stage.] **** MATCH #4: DOMHALL O'FLAHERTY vs. TYPE A [Coming out, Domhnall squares off in the middle of the ring with Type A, rather annoyed by the referee's examination of his person. A brief conversation occurs where Dom is confused, as he was never examined for contraband in competitive Sambo. In the opening minutes, Dom is stunned by Type A's considerable speed advantage. It's a flurry of offense as A buffets the larger man with hiptosses, schoolboys, dropkicks and crossbody blocks. He even manages to land a number of punches before being ducked, grabbed from the side, and hurled high overhead by a MASSIVE side Exploder Suplex. Pressing the advantage, Domhnall catches A's foot, takes several kicks to the face, and drops down into a heel hook. A, however, is already in the ropes, and the referee, ignoring A's begging to give up, rather forces Domhnall to release the hold. Dom then argues, not understanding at first that it's illegal to hold someone who can reach the ropes. During this time, A mounts the second rope and hits a flying clothesline that floors the big Irishman. Hopping (literally, favoring the ankle previously hooked) to his feet, A rebounded off the rope to hit a sloppy Shining Wizard and went for a cover. The resulting kickout actually lands A on top of the referee. Shocked, A dives into the recovering Dom and the pair exchange blows. A deep lunging, ducking bodyblow lands A into the corner, and Dom hooks his arms, one under, one over, kicks a thigh up into his midsection and throws a hip into him, resulting in a hiptoss that sends the cruiser about 8' up into the air. The impact stuns A, and Dom stalks him from behind. As A manages to get to one knee, Domhnall, the musclebound beast that he is, gets an over/under grip on A's waist, heaves him up (Karelin lift), positions A over his hip, heaves up, and then drops to his side, landing A on his head. The referee, sensing a finisher, hits the mat and counts one before Dom for no apparent reason stands up and dares A to get up. He and the referee argue, the ref angry because he didn't take the pin, Dom angry that A appears to be unconscious. Intensely frustrated, Dom kicks the ropes as the referee stops the match due to A's condition. As Dom exits, red in the face from embarrassment, an EMT rushes into the ring to check on Type A.] **** PROMO #9: WINSTON FIORITTO [Standing in front of your typical smaller interview area is a stocky man with a bushy black hair. Black wrestling trunks, a t-shirt with the image of Arnold Judas Rimmer on the front, elbow and knee pads make up most of the rest of his outfit. The fellow is stocky, maybe standing 5'10" on a good day. Bushy mutton chops, going down to what could only be called jowls, frame his face. On his right hand is a large four finger ring that says RUNT. Oh, and his gut sticks out, he has a beer gut.] Man: Oi! So's they tells ole Winston Fioritto: 'Runt, you gotta rabbit 'bout why me China should give up our bees and honey to hob you on ole Auntie?' I says to them: 'Use yer bloody loaf ya Tom Pandy!' [He taps his head with his finger to make his point. The audience in attendance don't quite know what the hell he is saying but they catch the gist of his statement: disrespectful. Not enough to get a real negative reaction but really on the right foot.] Man: Ya see, ya septics, ole Runt here, he's the Ruth in that Johnny right over there. Ya can turn off the bacon an' watch ole Ringer here gif'em hatch they'd pay 100 quid to see. You'll wanta throw down yer bangers ta see me doing ole Robin; I'm fast, I have me Plymouth, an' I'll smash in a bloke's boat wif me dukes. I'll leav'em roys all brown, spotty an' wif a pipe in your eye you'll be all: 'Tom Hanks for that Runt, we need more standabout blokes like you, 'foren we all Daffy Ducked. No one better'n me in a bull; you can sausage a bushel on that! [Cocksure and still not quite understood, Winston aka Runt, is slightly jeered as we go to the ring.] **** PROMO #10: JUSTIN TYME [The camera fades in to a Blank Slate Wrestling backdrop as you see a medium built man walking into the picture. This man has a black full goatee and is sporting a great shiny bald head with a left eyebrow piercing. From the description you figure the man is none other than Justin Tyme and he begins to speak...] Justin Tyme: "This is the home of Blank Slate Wrestling ... This is my chance to show to the entire world why I deserve to be a professional wrestler. Now I am sure everyone will come out here claiming to be the best but let's face it right now we are all nothing. We are all ROOKIES looking for our big break. So you have to ask yourself which one of us will be the next big thing." [Justin pauses for brief moment before continuing ...] Justin Tyme: "I am sure all of us have the talent and desire to succeed in this business but there can only be one winner and you are looking at him. How can I be so confident you ask. Just look at me I may not be the biggest or strongest guy here but I will do whatever it takes to win. If that means I have to poke someone in the eye or bash someone over the head with a chair or grab a hand full of tights to get the W then so be it." [Justin turns around and looks at the Blank Slate Wrestling logo behind him and points to it.] Justin Tyme: "Blank Slate Wrestling said I have two minutes to come out here tonight and demonstrate to everyone just who I am and why everyone should pay money to see me wrestle. Well I say talk is cheap and actions speak a lot louder than words. Anyone can come out here and talk with the best of them but not many men can wrestle with the best of them. So next week tune in and you will see exactly why I will win Blank Slate Wrestling competition after it is all said and done. It is after all JUST MY TIME..." [Justin Tyme flashes a small grin and the proceeds to walk away from the Blank Slate Wrestling logo as the camer fades to black.] **** MATCH #5: WINSTON FIORITTO vs. DAVE "THE FACE" [The bell rings and Fioritto and Dave "The Face" square off in the center of the ring... well more like Fioritto going up to Dave and asking him if he's 'a bit Perry" then shoving Dave back towards "The Face's" corner. Dave is more concerned about the spittle that flew out of Winston's mouth than the insult or shove. The Runt charges in and delivers a running boot to the guts. Dave doubles over and Winny hits him in the face with a knee and The Runt slaps to the top of Dave's calling him "Granny". Dave manages to get some chain wrestling going, showing that Fioritto's more of a brawler than wrestler. Fioritto headbutts Dave, causing "The Face" to get overly concerned about his face. This gives The Runt enough time to kick Dave in the gut again then deliver a hammer-like fist to the ear of Dave, sending "The Face" sprawling down to the ground. Winston covers for the three count then slaps Dave a little to "wake him up" before hopping out of the ring.] *** PANEL DISCUSSION- WEEK #1: [The ten wrestlers stand in the ring. it's after the matches, and the wrestlers who have competed have had a chance to cool down. The fans are still watching, and over by the table, "Crimson" Joe Reed and "Big" Al Lieberman have joined Jackie Trainor and Phil Anderson. Each one has a microphone in front of them to be heard. "Crimson" Joe starts.] CJR: Welcome to Blank Slate. Congratulations to the five of you who fought. We'll get to all of you but first I want to start with the five who will be wrestling next week. Jorge, we'll start with you. JT: Obviously, English is not your first language PA: It didn't even sound like his second or third or even eighth... Look, foreign wrestlers can get over. But the fans speak English, so either you need to speak English or you need to find someone who can speak it for you. CJR: Even beyond the language... Jorge, you got nervous. The fans want to give you a fair chance, but you stumbled so much that they turned against you. You looked lost- and that's a much more serious problem than your language. Big Al: It's actually harder to speak sometimes than to wrestler, because when you're in the ring you have to focus on your opponent. Jorge, I have a suggestion for you next week- let me be there during your promo. Any of the wrestlers can use me in their promos as someone to work with. If I see you stumbling, I can ask you a question and give you a direction to answer. That's the job of the interviewer. JT: You don't have to use Al. But you need something to calm down in front of the camera. I can see the potential for the fans to get behind you, but right now you're so nervous it's causing a backlash. CJR: Let's move on... Clint Flint. Big Al: I'm already a fan. PA: Oh boy. Big Al: I like anyone who calls me a 'bro'. JT: Well, unlike Jorge, you weren't nervous. A little obnoxious. PA: More than a little. CJR: It's actually clever. I heard you for two minutes and wanted someone to smack you across the face. [Chuckles] CJR: Seriously- the job of a heel is to make sure that the audience doesn't like you. There's a lot of ways you can do that. Making them scared of you, making people think you're a coward, or that you break the rules. Your explanation of the "Flintlock" sounded like you were explaining things to a five year old, and as a member of the audience I'd be ticked off if someone spoke down to me that way. You did a fantastic job of getting them (Joe points to the audience) to dislike you, and it's a rather original way. If that was your goal, you've succeeded. JT: I've got to disagree with Joe here-- PA: Daring to disagree with the boss? Oooh, somebody's asking to be fired! JT: [ignoring Phil] You're meandering too much. If you're trying to play up the self-deluded angle about your own greatness, I'm not convinced yet. Don't get me wrong, it's a unique voice, but it needs to be stronger if that's what you're trying to go for. CJR: Austin Raines. JT: I'll start with what I liked. You stayed on the topic, and recovered from a bit of a shaky start. And turning the question around at the end is a good idea. PA: He's got confidence... I like that. JT: But here's the problem with your promo- you were rather vague. You talked about being 'the next big thing' and 'Dynamic'- but that can mean anything. I don't think you've lost the audience- but I'm not sure you really grabbed their attention. CJR: Every wrestler should have confidence that they're good. You've got that. But you need to show to the fans just why you're as good as you think you are. You'll get a chance to show them in the ring next week, but wrestlers don't get matches on tv every week. You will get an opportunity to cut a promo every week, and you'll need to improve to impress the people who run the big feds. PA: Ryan Martinez. (rolls eyes) A three hour dissertation on honor... JT: A breath of fresh air. You got your point across without belittling your audience. It makes me want to see what you can do. Big Al: Growing up in the shadow of a famous relative is a two edged sword. You can get opportunities few rookies can, but it also puts a target on your back. I like the fact that you brought it up and then put it to the side. CJR: It's a very good introduction. People watch that and know who you are and where you stand. Excellent job. [Reed pauses before continuing] CJR: I want to say one thing overall, to the rest of the group. It looks like nearly all of you are trying to be the villain, the one that the fans are booing. Having been in your shoes, I understand that- it's much easier to come up with ways to make people dislike you that it is to make people like you. But if everyone tries to play the bad guy, and no one tries to be the hero, then the fans stop watching. They need someone to have a rooting interest in. Don't get me wrong- it's the tougher job. But there's also less competition- and if you guys really are as good as you say you are, you can pull it off. [Reed points towards the fans in the audience] CJR: These people here understand that you are all starting out, and that this is your first chance to make an impression. But they are also open-minded, so if you want to change how the fans see you, it won't be too hard. It's much harder in the major feds- once the fans have an impression on who you are, it's very tough to change that initial impression. [Reed holds up his hands] CJR: I'm not telling anyone they have to change what they want the fans to think of them. But understand that if nine people go one way and one person goes the other, that one has a huge advantage. And by trying to be the villain, you're dealing with a much larger pool of people trying to grab the attention of the fans. Ryan Martinez, right now, has that entire field to himself. Again, that was a very good introduction by you, Ryan. But the other nine people here is making your job a lot easier, and their own job a lot harder, and it's something I think all of you should think about. [Lecture finished, we go to some commercials. When we return] CJR: Justin Tyme. PA: *yawn* "HI, I'm letting you all know I'm going to cheat ahead of time!" Way to be subtle about it, buddy. And don't even get me started about your name... CJR: Look, it's wrestling. We all know people who bend the rules. Big the big image coming from your promo is that people now think that you'll cheat. That's not a good image- the referees will be on the lookout for it, the other wrestlers won't trust you. JT: And also, you're trying to say both how good you are- and how willing you are to cheat. You're trying to act like a brave coward, and it can't be done. PA: Point blank, you haven't earned the right to be that arrogant yet. CJR: But for all five of you- you'll get a chance to showcase what you can do in the ring next week, and we're looking forward to seeing you in the squared circle. Let's move on to the five who did wrestle tonight. Overall, I saw a lot of potential, and a few problems. We'll start with Thomas Clarke. JT: The promo first. It's a good one, basically saying how great you are. PA: The problem is that it's rather cookie-cutter. "You're great- everyone should admire you- etc." There's 8,000 wrestlers out there, and 7,000 will be telling people how great they are. In the Baskin-Robbins 31 flavors of promos, you were vanilla. It got the job done, but you need something more to really catch the eyes of the fans. CJR: And then moving onto the match... while the promo was very basic, the match was all over the place. You were doing technical moves, you were cheating, you stopped to show off how strong you were. You were throwing everything against the wall, and because of that, no one got a clear idea what Tom Clarke's "style" is. I think you need to be more focused in your match. "Big" Al: Next up, Da'Vegas Black. PA: Let me say something. De'Vegas, look, you're a monster. Almost 300 pounds, you look like you could tear someone's head off. Most of the guys here would give their eyeteeth for your size and strength. With all of that, I've got two words for you... STOP. WHINING. ["Big" Al starts to say something, but Phil continues...] PA: I mean, fer crying out loud, you just got here, and all you're doing is bitching about 'the White Man' this and that. You got a legitimate gripe, give us the specifics. Otherwise, you're just whining- and people are going to tune you out faster than a telemarketer. "Big" Al: The match itself was good- you were able to lift up the Godfather, who isn't a small man, for a powerbomb. But... you're bragging about your intelligence. I'm not disagreeing- but calling someone a 'punk' isn't very original CJR: Domhnall O'Flaherty. [Reed sighs] You've got a martial arts background. Sambo, right? [Sarcastically] It's really pretty to watch. "Big" Al: It's a bit more than that... CJR: I'm serious here. Some martial arts translate very well to pro wrestling, and some don't. Sambo might- but you need to understand that you're in pro wrestling, not some Friday Night Sambo league. You're in wrestling, you need to learn the rules for wrestling. Because very soon you're going in the ring against better competition, and if you don't know what you're doing, someone like Clarke is going to take you apart. PA: Then there's your promo, where you're fighting with Jorge for the worst control of the English language. JT: Phil! That's uncalled for! PA: "Gobshite"? "Blasch"? And that accent is thick enough to stand on. We're going to need a 'Domhnall-to-normal' dictionary. JT: Enough, Phil.... the accent is thick, but most people can understand it fine. [Pauses] I am a little worried about the language, though. A couple of those words might not have gotten past a censor. CJR: You need to remember... you all need to remember... that a lot of your promos will go out on TV, and promoters have to abide by the same regulations as anyone else. You can be the best promo guy in wrestling, but if you're saying things the promoter can't put on TV, no one's going to see it. Overall, I thought your promo was fine- but you'd better understand wrestling more before your next match. It won't be so easy next time. CJR: Adam. JT: Let me begin... bringing up religion is always, excuse the expression, playing with fire. You say the wrong thing or cross the wrong line and people will turn on you- not 'boo' you but completely blow you off. You haven't done that- you did a very good job showing everyone who you are- but you need to keep that in mind. CJR: You did a good job giving people an impression of who you are in just a couple of minutes. It's one of the more successful promos we've seen tonight PA: As for the match... you showed a vicious streak I wasn't expecting. I liked it. CJR: The Koji Clutch... wasn't really necessary. You had him after the DDT. I'm of the school that when you can get the win, take it- there's no need to make someone tap out unless it's personal. That said, I understand you're making an impression. But keep an eye out, because I've seen matches where a guy could have won, decided to 'deliver more punishment', and ended up losing when his opponent got a second wind. JT: Finally, Winston Fioritto. [Turning to Phil] I hope you didn't use all of your accent lines. [Back to Winston] Jorge and Domhnall had strong accents, but yours... PA: Was unbearable! I want to play it backwards and see if Beezelbub has any hidden messages on it! "Big" Al: You stand out in this group, and your promo conveyed your attitude. It is hard to understand you, even more than Domhnall. PA: Someone should put those two in a match. First one to be understood by the referee wins. JT: Phil's being unkind, to both you and Domhnall. You're both doing a good job standing out and getting the audience to remember you- but if they can't understand what you're saying, it's going to hurt you in the long run. CJR: Let's get to the match. I gotta give you credit, Winston. You're short, stocky, don't look like a gym rat, and you went out for a full brawling style. You're basically a bar brawler, but you managed to incorporate that style into pro wrestling. PA: Unlike Dommie over there... CJR: My point is... it's a good style. What's going to be interesting is seeing what you can do when you face someone who can take your brawling. At some point, you're going to be in the ring with someone who's tougher than you. At that point, you need a plan 'B'. I'll be watching to see what your plan is. [Reed stands up and looks at the wrestlers in the ring.] CJR: Guys, I know this is just week 1. I do see a lot of promise among all of you, and we'll see how you develop over the rest of this season. [Reed sits down. After a moment, "Big" Al Lieberman stands.] Big Al: OK, next week, the other five of you will get a chance to showcase your abilities in matches. And we're having everyone come up with another promo. This time, we want you to tell us about what inspired you to get into wrestling, and wrestlers you admired as you started out. You'll all have two minutes, and we expect to see a promo by everyone. Thanks.... and good night! |
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| DaveG | Jun 18 2010, 09:55 PM Post #2 |
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I am already a Clintaholic. I'm addicted to Clintahol. |
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| Herr Tommy | Jun 20 2010, 09:10 AM Post #3 |
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Finally had a chance to read the whole show and it gets a solid thumbs up from my side. Likes: - Lots of interesting characters, especially Ryan Martinez and Domhnall O'Flaherty stood out for me. - The comments were great, felt spot on and insightful. The short rant on the alignment issue was my favorite segment of the show. - I also love that the wrestlers get "two minutes" for their promos so far and, while no "hard rules" were set (100 word limit or whatever), almost everybody made an effort to keep it short and coherent. I believe it adds to the challenge to keep it short like this AND it helps with the readability of the whole show. Dislikes - Not really a dislike but perhaps a point of improvement would be the structure. I would prefer to have the panel make its comments after a promo or match, not at the end of the show. I found myself scrolling up and down, re-reading a promo to get on the same page as Reed and the others. - Lack of faces, although I am guilty of this myself and I can't fault anyone for prefering to play the heel. Some of the characters sounded more tweenerish/neutral for me, though, so we will see. To sum it up, I think the debut show was a success and I am looking forward to the next episode. |
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