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| crimsonjoe | Jul 27 2010, 11:59 AM Post #1 |
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========================================= [The scene fades in to a small auditorium, a local hall in Lexington, Kentucky. 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 second episode of Blank Slate Wrestling! Tonight, the other five wrestlers make their debuts. PA: The first five didn't do a bad job. We'll see how the others do tonight. 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 tonight's interview? [Reed takes the microphone from Al.] CJR: Every wrestler has inspirations that led them to this point. Everything from their wrestling style to their personalities to their outlook on lives. If you don't understand who or what inspired you, you'll have problems becoming your own self- and it will show when you talk in front of the camera. Big Al: Thanks... and as we go along, we'll be holding a panel discussion for our experts to give their thoughts on tonight. Back to Jackie and Phil. **** PROMO #1: DOMHNALL O'FLAHERTY [Cut to the BSW backdrop and "Big" Al.] Big Al: Hello fans, I'm joined now by Domhnall O'Flaherty. Did I say that right? [Strolling into frame in a manner that could be called "artificially relaxed", Dom considers his words carefully.] DO: Well, Al, there's a bit of a ... harder aitch, rollin' from the "Flah" to the "hurty", but I won't hold it against you none. [Aaand Dom's attempting to affect an American accent. It sounds like he's from nowhere. Non-Americans who didn't really know any Americans in their real lives would be convinced, but no one else.] Big Al: I ... see. Dom, can I call you Dom? You seem different somehow from last week. [Dressed in a very Metrosexual manner, Dom pulls down one rapidly rolling Under-Armor sleeve as it approaches his arm pit. Interestingly, it's hard to know where the white shirt ends and his white skin begins, save for the odd freckle.] DO: I'm not certain what you mean, Al. Do you prefer Al or Alan? Big Al: Al will do. I mean that you sound funny. Your accent is changed and sounds extremely forced! [Uh-oh, he's been called out! Dom tries to play it off but his eyes betray his intentions.] DO: I'm just trying to tone down my natural self. To ... sell what I have to a public eager for personalities that they find non-threatening. See, I'm not a stupid man. I know what was meant, and please, understand, this is no passive-aggressive or ... petulant cry for attention. I'm a little ... peeved, and no, my words aren't coming naturally like they were before, but this is where I learn to adjust. Learn to evolve. [Just a little bit of his natural, and thick, accent leaked through there, mostly where his more natural, quicker manner of speech took over. Somewhere in the middle there.] Big Al: So you're angry at the criticism given you by Joe Reed and other panel members this past week on BSW? DO: Wouldn't you be? My background as a fighter belittled. My manner of speech. Oh, slang, it's fine if it's comin' from a New York gang member or a southern dandy straight out of El Paso but when it slips from the mouth of a man who flies a different flag and suddenly it's time to call the grammar police! [Stop. Breathe. Focus. Look directly into the camera with fire in the eyes, boilin' up from the belly! Aaand go!] DO: But ... I understand. The public demands a certain kind of man when they turn on a wrestling program. The men on the panel understand the business and what they said was the truth but Al, sometimes, sometimes the truth hurts. That middle-aged fashion victim-- Big Al: Phil Anderson? DO: That's him. His words were a little more than just truth. They were laced with bile, and there is a time and place where I'd gladly take him by the collar and huck him out onto the curb, but this ain't it. I'm going to do everything I can to get into this business. I have a unique skill set, and I aim to use it to whatever degree I have to to finish at the top of the class. [Al nods, appreciatively, but fights back a smile at Dom's continued use of a very poor non-regional dialect.] Big Al: And your lack of knowledge as regards the rules of wrestling? [A slight smile and ... is that a wistful look in the eyes of O'Flaherty?] DO: Oh, oh-ho Al, do not be so quick to assume. What you saw out there last week was no Combat Sambo match but a fight. A fight that I _forgot_ had rules. There's a difference between forgettin' and not knowin'. That won't happen again. [Nodding, Al looks to bring it home.] Big Al: Now Dom, onto the subject of this week's promo; your influences and inspirations. What brings you to the squared circle? Why do you want to be a wrestler? [Shuffling on his feet, one can tell just by watching that Dom wants to argue with the question itself.] DO: A wrestler? I'll tell you true, Al, I am a wrestler. Wrestling as you know it comes from the "Catch" style of the Carny days, but with a lot of the rules stripped out and pageantry slapped on top. I want to be a _Professional_ wrestler because that is the natural destination to the path that I've been on since I was wee little ... a child in Dublin. I was lucky enough that there was a Sambo instructor to get me started and to put things in perspective. You see, wrestling is a combat sport and Catch, Olympic, Sambo, Judo, Jiu-Jitsu and a dozen other styles are all just variants on that sport. Sambo includes striking, like I said, and, in my estimation, is the wrestling _style_ that most closely matches the entirety of professional wrestling. Now, my influences... Alexei Romanoff, first and foremost. He's the guy what opened up a dojo in Dublin and taught me what I know. He focused on more than Sambo, sure, but he's a master of it first and foremost. Natural born Russian, that one, and his biggest inspiration is a guy named Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Karelin. Karelin's the big Russkie who would hurl people from the mat, up into the air, and back to the mat with their feet never touchin' the ground. Made that sort of thing, and himself, famous in the Olympics back in the 1980's. Big Al: The Olympics? So he wasn't a Sambo fighter? DO: Ah, not so much, but Alexei taught more than Sambo. Don't be so quick to pigeonhole me now Al, I'm a bit more than a one trick pony. Big Al: You mention your trainer and someone he admired, neither of which are profesional wrestlers. Who, in professional wrestling, influences or inspires you? DO: Ah ... well, it'd sound like a cheap ploy to say Joe Reed, yeah? Eh, a young Bill Craven, before he went all green and vampire-like. Just a raw-bone guy who could fight in all these styles and refused to lay down. Oh, we were the same weight back then, unlike his very roided-out-looking current self. Ah, Dan Kauffman. A grappler's grappler. The guy's been around since before I was born, and stayed active until very recently. That's dedication to the craft. I suppose ... I suppose that, based on success and not style, Brody Thunder would have to be it for me. I imagine sometimes being that famous. Being that dominant. The guy beat everybody in the business and even though he wasn't undefeated, he kept comin' back up until just a few years ago. The man beat cancer y'know. Big Al: I see. Before I let you go, Dom, here's a bonus question; what do you feel makes you like the men you just named? [Blinking, caught off-guard, Dom looks at Al and then at the camera, suddenly nervous at the thought of addressing a subject for which he has not prepared. Collecting himself after an uncomfortable length of time, he finally speaks, a little shakily at first.] DO: Well, Al, I'll break it down like this. I haven't gone through the hardships, the ball-breaking paying of dues, slept in vans and survived for years on end eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but I'm willing. I haven't slogged through unending battles with men that went from the space between the ropes to the parking lot and back again but I'm able. I'm nothing like the men I mentioned, Al, not yet ... but I will be... [Satisfied with his answer, Domhnall walks off camera a heartbeat after speaking. Al watches him go, a little bit amused at the fiery Irishman's way with words and how those words contrast with his manner.] Big Al: Guys, back to you. **** PROMO #2: Austin Raines [A figure stands before the BSW logo, at the moment the face of the man is covered by a black with gold trim, sleeveless hooded boxer’s style rope. Slowly he raises his hands to the hood and removes it revealing the face of Austin Raines. Raines stares at the camera for a moment with a confident smile.] AR: When you ask a lot of athletes about their influences God is usually one of the first named as well as either their mom or dad. Well I do have to say my dad was an influence of mine. Not because he would tell me I could do whatever I wanted to … that I would be a star cause I’m that good Nope, my dad was a realist .. he know if I wanted to succeed I needed to work, to bust my ass to make people realize that I am as good as a quote un-quote superstar in whatever sport I wanted to succeed at. My dad stood by and watched me fall and stood by and watched as I got back on my own two feet. And at the end of the day h would let me know he was proud of the effort I put into what I did … and if he felt I didn’t give it my all he let me know … That’s a powerful influence. Someone standing by your side to encourage you if you need it and to praise you when you deserve it … [Austin pauses for a moment before he continues.] AR: He also taught me that being confident doesn’t make you evil … it doesn’t even mean you think you’re better than anyone … all it means is you faith in yourself. People will always tell you otherwise but understand they are just jealous … once you cross from confident to cocky ... well then there’s no hope for you. Then you’re just an evil son of a bitch … [Austin smirks and let’s out a slight chuckle.] AR: That’s a great dad for you. In this business though I didn’t look up to the Brody Thunders, I didn’t look up to the Gremlins, the Temples, The Courtades, the James or the Reeds … no I looked at a smaller class of wrestlers. I looked up to the Banshees, the Stripes, the Novembers, the Oscuras, and the Tasogare No Princes of the world. [Austin rubs his chin with his right hand for a brief second.] AR: It was these men who paved the way for someone like me … a boy with dreams of being in this business but realizing he was just a touch to … small … under muscled to make a make it big. They showed me that your speed, your pure natural ability, and the amount of heart you have will make you a superstar, a legend in this business. [Austin pauses one more time, looking away from the camera momentarily. Before he begins to speak again he once again looks at the camera.] AR: Everyman has something to leave as their own unique footprint in this business and I’m hoping that BSW is just the start of footprint … the start of me influencing the next generation of superstar. [Austin places the hood back over his head as he walks away from the camera.] **** MATCH #1: AUSTIN RAINES vs. TYPE A The bell sounds and the two competitors circle the ring. Raines and Type A go to lock up but Raines scores with a boot to the gut and locks on a Side Headlock. Type A throws Raines off the ropes and Leap-Frogs over him as he comes charging back. Type A catches Raines as he comes back, going for an Inverted Atomic Drop but Raines leaps into it and hits a Hurricanrana instead. Raines raises his arms to the crowd as the fans clap in approval, then Raines charges as Type A gets up. Type A side-steps Raines and throws him over the top rope by the head. Type A fires up the crowd and bounces off the ropes, then dives through the ropes with a Suicide Dive. Type A though slams into the guardrail as Raines side steps. Raines grabs Type A and lays in some clubbing blows to the back of the head of Type A. Raines rolls Type A into the ring, then steps up onto the apron, challenging Type A to get up. Type A pulls himself up and turns around right into a Slingshot DDT. Raines makes the cover, One! Two! Raines pulls Type A up and whips him into the corner. Raines charges at Type A but runs right into a Back Elbow to the face. Type A charges at Raines who throws a Clothesline but Type A ducks it and hits a Bridging German Suplex – One! Two! - NO! Raines gets up first and catches Type A with a boot to the gut, and Raines delivers a vicious Fisherman Buster DDT! Type A barely kicks out and Raines is quickly back to his feet and pulls Type A up with him and ends up on the receiving end of an Inverted Atomic Drop. Raines gains momentum by hitting the far side rope and drops Type A with a Hooking Clothesline. Raines kips up and transitions into a Standing Moonsault Press. Type A once again kicks out from the cover and Raines pulls him to his feet and drives a knee into the mid-section. He grabs Type A with A Three Quarter Facelock and leaps over back flips over Type A turning into an inverted facelock landing face first on the mat as he drives Type A into the mat with an Inverted DDT (The Asia DDT). ONE! TWO! THREE! **** PANEL #1: [Jackie Trainor and Phil Anderson, the announce team, are joined by "Crimson" Joe Reed and "Big" Al Lieberman. Each has a microphone, and Jackie has some notes scribbled into a notebook.] PA: Let's start with the Irish Limbo guy. JT: Sambo, Phil. PA: Yeah, yeah. He's wearing that outfit and calling out my fashion sense? JT: [Rolling her eyes at Phil before turning her attention to Domhnall] Much better. You still have a very strong accent, but this week you were able to get your message across. The fans have a much better idea who you are this week. CJR: You did improve. As for Sambo, lots of people have tried to use other forms of martial arts into wrestling. The ones who have succeeded are the ones who have figured out how to merge the martial art with professional wrestling without letting it take over your entire mindset. You named Kauffman, who was a good example of doing exactly that. I'm looking forward to seeing how you do in your next match. JT: All right- let's talk Austin Raines. PA: You talk Austin Raines. I'm taking a nap. JT: What?! PA: Oh, please. "Daddy was my hero?" And talking about "Heart"? I'm surprised he didn't extol the virtues of Apple Pie to go with that Vanilla Promo. You showed a spark of confidence last week. But here, you just talked about confidence -- and it's so one-dimensional, you might as well be a "Twilight" character! Big Al: Phil, I didn't know you read the books? PA: I don't! But Bella's hot! JT: [rolls eyes] CJR: First, nice match. You did a good job showcasing what you can do in the ring. A little DDT happy, but it's a good move, and the Standing Moonsault Press earned you some cheers from the audience. You've almost got the opposite problem of Domhnall. Dom's got a very strong voice and a very unique moveset, but he needs to learn to adapt his skills into a pro-wrestling mindset. You've got the basics down well- both in wrestling and your promos- but you're still developing your own voice, the reason that Austin Raines will be remembered by the audience. In the old school days, the promoter would keep giving you gimmick after gimmick until something caught on with the audience. Nowadays, the burden is on the wrestler himself to come up with his own voice. I do think you're on your way- the parts are all there, but it hasn't come together yet. It will with more time. **** PROMO #3: ADAM [Cut to Adam standing in the interview area. Instead of his ring attire the self-proclaimed First Man is wearing a light blue dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, white jeans and white sneakers. A smile is on his face, friendly, warm and honest. He addresses the panel, first with a nod, then with his voice:] “Another week, another chance to show myself to these people, to let them bask in the aura of goodness and righteousness.“ [He exhales a content, happy sigh.] “Today, I am allowed to talk about inspiration. And what tale could be more inspirational than the story of David? A plain man, from humble beginnings, was chosen by the Lord to restore Israel, which had fallen into decay and corruption, back to its god-fearing glory.“ [Adam raises his index finger in a lecturing way.] “And how did David achieve his goal? How did he win the hearts and minds of his people?“ [A clenched fist replaces the index finger.] “If you do not know the Book of Samuel, like you should, let me tell you: By combat. With courage, smarts, skill and virtue he slew Goliath and his fellow people saw him for the radiant figure he was and made him their king.“ [Adam points at his chest with a thumb.] “I will follow in David's footsteps. I will step into that ring and my victories shall inspire each and every one of you, to follow me, to better your life … to recover from the Fall. That is why I am here, and that is who I hope to emulate. Who else is there? My … peers? Other wrestlers of times past? Bloodthirsty psychopaths like Simon Ezra? Sinners who perverted the good book like Caleb Temple? A modern-day Goliath like Alex Martinez, who has spent his years bullying others for the sake of greed? Or you, Joe Reed?“ [The smile turns into a grin, and the warmth makes way for malevolence.] “Do you think of yourself as a role-model, someone who others can aspire to? I know of your abominable actions, Jo Reed. Crimson is a nickname well-deserved for a man who was known for his brutality, his rage … I have seen you bite a piece of flesh out of the face of an opponent. [He shakes his head and the grin disappears again, along with any trace of wickedness, even though the jeers of the crowd make it obvious that the fans do not take the insults to Reed lightly. Instead, the calm, solemn smile returns to the handsome face of the Mid-western native.] “No, I can only be better than the men who came before me in this sport. I can only become a new paragon in the mold of David, Samson and Solomon. Something new. Let me be the First Man … or suffer the Fall.“ **** PROMO #4: RYAN MARTINEZ [Ryan Martinez stands in front of the BSW logo, dressed in his wrestling gear. He wears long black wrestling tights, and a pair of red and black wrestling boots. There are black elbow pads on each arm, and his fists are wrapped in white tape. He's shirtless, showing off his muscular physique.] RM: I'll try not to bore you all with a dissertation this week. [Martinez cracks a grin.] RM: I'm supposed to talk about my influences and inspirations. The first part is easy. Who influenced me? All the men who stood up for something in this business. All the men who said "I'll do what's right, and damn the consequences." Men who bled and sweat for something more than money and fame. Men who fought to prove something. Jason Keening, Dan Kauffman, and Gabriel Whitecross are the three that come to mind immediately. You could always count on the three of them to plant their feet firmly on the side of what's right and never back up an inch. Those are the men I look up to. Those are the men I want to be mentioned in the same breath as. People might think that I'm just talk. That I'm just "trying to be different." But this isn't an act for me. Honor and respect, that's my blood and oxygen. I'm not putting on a show when I talk about those things. I'm being as real as I can get. And those three men? They were all the same way. Now, as to what inspired me to be a wrestler. Well, that may require a lecture. [Martinez chuckles.] RM: Sports wise, football was my first love. It was what I wanted to do. I had a full ride scholarship, and I thought that was where I'd spend my life. I'd never anticipated anything more than my first practice. Because I'd be playing with Aaron Bowen, a guy who was supposed to be the best in the country. I couldn't' wait for that first practice. Until I showed up, and he was dogging it. I asked him why he wasn't even trying. He told me to look around at the locker room. "Look at them Ryan," he said. "Losers, every single one of them. You and I? We're the only talent in here. And we're outnumbered. Why bother?" I quit the team the next day. And next chance I got, I joined the wrestling team. Why? Its not because I agreed with Bowen. Its not because the other players were awful. The reason is simple. I don't ever want to given an excuse, and I don't ever want to make excuses. I want to succeed or fail on my own. And you can't do that when you're part of a time. In wrestling, its me and me alone. If I succeed, its something I did. If I fail, its because I wasn't good enough. Full stop, no excuses. That's my inspiration. I want to prove that I can do it, on my own. Or, that if I fall, I did that on my own too. My victories and failures are my own. And that is what inspires me. [With a final nod, Martinez walks away from the stage and towards the ring.] **** MATCH #2: RYAN MARTINEZ vs. COCO BRICK [As the bell rings, Martinez extends his hand to Brick as a show of good sportsmanship, only to get the taste slapped out of his mouth. Martinez shows that he has a temper, as he unloads a series of closed right hands on Brick, which topples Coco over. After that initial flurry, Martinez gets his composure back and executes a series of high impact moves on Brick, showing that he has some wrestling talent. However, Martinez makes a textbook rookie mistake, as he sends Brick into the ropes and then lowers his head too soon, giving Brick the chance to kick him in the face. Brick, however, cannot capitalize on this opening, as he is too slow and can't seem to hurt the resilient Martinez. A minute later, Martinez has the advantage again, and he hammers Brick hard, showing his strength. Eventually, Martinez lifts Brick up high and holds him for a long time, letting the blood rush to Brick's head, before dropping him down with a brainbuster and getting the three count.] **** PANEL #2: [As the referee raises Martinez's arm and Martinez celebrates in the ring, Adam stays by ringside as the camera pans over to the panel.] CJR: Nice work, both of you. JT: I'll start with Adam there. What I really like about your promo was how calm and collected you are. You're saying a lot of things that are really rubbing the fans the wrong way, but the way you're doing so really increases the impact. PA: Lots of guys say they're better than the fans. You come across as honestly believing it. And I'm just glad one of the wrestlers finally called out someone besides me. [Phil looks at "Crimson" Joe Reed, who shakes his head.] CJR: I'm a little past my prime. Adam will soon be given a chance to call out the other men still wrestling in BSW. Big Al: Let's move on to Ryan, which was another good promo. You told a good story that showed everyone where you're coming from, and that's not easy to do in a short time frame. JT: Of everyone I've seen, you've done the best job of delivering what was required without the bells and whistles. You managed to keep the fans interested without going for a cliched type of speech, and that's not easy. CJR: It was a good promo. The match was fine, too. You put your head down at one point, but after you've been kicked in the teeth 3-4 times, you learn not to do that. But that brainbuster was very impressive. Overall, you both did well. **** PROMO #5: WINSTON FIORITTO [Waiting for his interview time, microphone in hand, is Winston Fiorrito. For those of you that do not remember: Winston is a stocky man with a bushy black hair. Winston is wearing his civvies, this being a black turtle neck and gray jeans with a newsboy cap. The Runt 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. This time he is wearing another ring, this one saying RINGER. Oh, and his gut sticks out, he has a beer gut.] WF: Oi! So, ya all septics can't geddit thru yer loafs what I rabbit on 'bout. So I am gonna talk real slow like so ya yanks get it through them ole skulls of yers. I were even gonna talk all normal like. I'm on yer Auntie... er telly, ta right tell ya that I'm the truth. So what if someone is tuffer than me, ain't seen it, ain't gonna happen. Ya gotta stay true to what ya brought to the ole shuffle and show. I don't got no normal influences, alls I got is what I learned at the docks an' on the streets. I got tired of making only a few quid here, there, runnin' 'round an doin' them bar fights. So's I see this advert on the telly 'bout wrestlin', an' Bob's yer uncle, I'm here. [The Runt cracks his neck, left and right.] WF: Now, back ta what I wanna address. Ya ask the Runt, whot am I gunna do if I meet anutha ruffneck? I throw in, doing ole Robin. If'n he beats me, he beats me. Winnin's not worth a quid if ya ain't true to you. Honor, all that bollocks... *spit*. True ta yerself above all else. Not gonna tow someone else's boat. These hands, worked the docks, rowdy bars, alluv 'at. So tell me, wot do ya think I'm gonna do? [The Runt snorts, lays the mic down on the ground and walks off, head held high. **** PROMO #6: CLINT FLINT Big Al: Ladies and Gentlemen, about to wrestle his first match for Blank Slate Wrestling... In fact, about to wrestle his first match EVER! He is my bro, the name of the future: CLINT FLINT!!! And sporting new duds for the occasion, so it would seem! [A new look indeed as the gem-studded vest of old is gone in favor for a collar-poppin' polo shirt a size too small, "CF" initialed gold medallion and garish pink SHUTTER SHADES. He's always been cool and cocky what with his hair gelled straight up and the neatly-trimmed chin pinch, but this new "tight shirt + wrestling briefs" combo gives off an imposing image to the 6' 2" 20 year old kid.] CF: Yo Imma let ya finish but I just wanted to say I didn't want to disrespect you last week not using you in my promo. S'Just that the rednecks here need be told that Clint Flint is his own man. Clutch as [BEEP] and twice as pimp! [Bros dap.] Big Al: No disrespect at all, in fact I was wondering if you had any words to those people who didn't dig Mr. Clintstone? People calling you "obnoxious" or even, "meandering"? CF: Nah broheim, haters gonna hate, ya know? Everyone gonna recognize in time that Clint Flint is the name of the future: wiggers, bitches, dorks, homos even Mexicans. So what if some stuck-up lesbo hates on the Cooly Fooly? I could get a pretty deese HJ from any of the rats hanging out in this dump, cuz that's how Clint Flint rolls. Big Al: Hey Clint Flint; the wrestling fans want to hear about your influences as far as talent goes. Who is your inspiration in becoming a professional wrestler? CF: Well I guess you could say guys like Danny Daniels played a pretty big influence in my wrestling upbringing. Broseph had a cool name, and that's how I rate all the wrestlers out there: by how cool their names are. Then again, that implies his parents actually named him "DANIEL DANIELS" which is *literally* retarded. Yo, remember Justin Sane? That's a clever name because it can also mean "Just Insane", as in he's crazy. That's not just the coolest, that's not just the best, that's pretty neat! Big Al: And now in BSW we have Justin Tyme making his debut here! CF: Yo, its like Justin Sane, but even more clever and original! In an ironic manner! He's so [BEEP]in' ponctual I can't help but mark out! Brocephus really needs to start dressing up like silver age Clock King, though. No wait: Clock KYNG, like his name! Hey, watch me bro your mind: Clynt Flynt! Big Al: Woah, that's amazing! First match of your life, you're about to face the Big Wussy Godfather: anything you want to say to him? CF: Big Wussy Godfather? More like Big... [Thinks of the sickest burn imaginable.] CF: *PUSSY* Godfather! [And the crowd collectively facepalms.] CF: He's gonna learn to take the *HINT* not to mess with *CLINT FLINT* when he falls to my self-innovated Flintlock just like every other bitchass out there. Ya see, from men like Brody Thunder to Trey DaMann, passing by Edmond Winston IV and Kian Konga; all these legends all followed the same motto: GET RICH OR DIE TRYING! I'm just gonna be better at the game than they were, I guess. Big Al: Ladies and Gentlemen, that was CLINT... FLINT!!! [Homeslices fistbumb, and then it's further Clintamania forthcoming...] **** MATCH #3: CLINT FLINT vs. DA BIG WUSSY GODFATHER Clint Flint swaggers to the ring, chock full of confidence. He almost hands over a pair of his distinctive shutter shades to a kid at ringside before thinking better of it, saying that "haters gonna hate". At the sound of the bell, Clint swiftly takes the advantage with a crisp headlock takedown, one which requires all of the Godfather's effort to get up from. A whip to the rope get's reversed by Clint as the Godfather goes flying (waddling) into the ropes, until Clint catches him with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. Godfather lands badly on Clint and Clint responds by laying it into the Godfather with repeated fists to the face; pissed off, Godfather shoves Clint Flint away but the "Name of the Future" comes back with a beautiful dropkick that hits above the stomach! "AW YEAH DID YOU SEE THAT okay neckbreaker" goes Clint, pulling up his opponent and hitting him with a deep knee before bouncing off the ropes with a somersault neckbreaker. Both wrestlers fall on opposite sides and Clint scrambles for the somersault jacknife pin. This nets two, Clint Flint returns to the headlock when a "YOU CAN'T WRESTLE!" chant sparks up, so Clint transitions to a half-nelson matslam before going to the top rope, landing a big legdrop on the Big Wussy Godfather while he was on all fours. As the fans continue to jeer, Clint Flint doesn't seem to mind as he stands near the corner, asking the ring attendant for his shutter shades. Putting them on, Clint sets up his figure four leglock (the Flintlock), shouting "INNOVATED!" as he does so; but breaks it up mid-sequence when he remembers to work the leg first. Big elbow falls across the knee which leads to an inner toe hold, with Clint holding on to his opponent's leg so he can accentuate the damage through a somersault leg snap. The shades fall off but only momentarily; picking up the Godfather, you can almost hear him plead "go up you fat bald fatty... ... fat-fat!" when he delivers an otherwise textbook kneebreaker. Then he delivers the Flintlock. With the shutter shades on. Shouting "INNOVATED!" once again. This gets a tapout. Exiting the ring, Clint Flint is all smiles as he approaches the ringside fans, asking them "Hey if I can't wrestle how come I just won my match?" This ends with Clint plugging fingers in his ears shouting "U MAD!!! U MAD!!!" all the way up to the dressing room, chased by the ring attendant trying to hand him back his medallion and polo shirt. **** PANEL #3: JT: Winston... last week, we had three people that we said were hard to understand- you, Domhnall, and Jorge. Domhnall did a much better job this week. You were still hard to understand. Better, but can still be improved. PA: Yeah, but he got his basic point across. He's tough, he's looking for a fight. I didn't get all the details, but it's not like there was a hidden meaning there- even if I have no idea who Robin is. This ain't Shakespeare. CJR: Remember, in the promos you're trying to get a message across- to the fans, to the other wrestlers, to promoters that might hire you. If you're sticking to a simple message like "I'm looking for a fight" you don't need to sweat the details. But there's times that you're going to want to explain yourself. And if the fans can't understand you- that's _your_ problem, not theirs. CJR: Now, Clint... JT: Let me start. Clint, BSW is on basic cable. We had to use the mute button three or four times during your promo. Not to mention a few comments that, while not swearing, were borderline for both BSW and the cable company. If one of those slips through, we're booted off tv, and everyone here, including yourself, is out of a job. So consider this your one warning, everyone- if you start swearing, we will think about dropping your promo, if not outright dropping you altogether. CJR: Understand this- every fed has their own rules. I've been in feds that love swearing, and those that don't even want to go past a PG rating. It's in your best interest to be able to adapt to whatever the fed demands, because if you can't, you're reducing the number of places you can work with. I suggest trying to keep your comments in the PG or PG-13 range to start with- it's always easier to get more blue if the fed allows it than to clean up a more vulgar promo. PA: Besides, Clint... you look like the meanest guy in a hair salon. If real tough guys like Domnhall and Winston can get their point across without swearing... at least, I don't think Winston's swearing, but I don't speak his language- regardless, if they can get their point across without sounding like a cheap Andrew Dice Clay impersonator, you can also. CJR: Swapping over to your match, it was fine. You interacted with the fans well, showed off some moves. You've got a good handle on what you want to present to the fans, but you need to reign in your promos if you want to get anywhere. **** PROMO #7: JORGE GOMEZ [We cut to the BSW banner and standing in front of it is rookie Jorge Gomez, dressed in his wrestling gear, and next to him is Big Al!] Big Al: With me right now is one of the rookies making his in ring debut tonight, Jorge Gomez! [Jorge smiles and waves at the crowd who don't respond much.] Big Al: Jorge, before we get to your match tonight, this week we're discussing wrestling influences and inspirations. Who have been some of your wrestling influences and inspirations? [Jorge smiles and nods his head.] JG: Con permiso, Señor Al, but.. first I would like to say Hola to.. all the fans here to watch us wrestle! [Jorge waves to the crowd who again don't respond much. Jorge takes a hard gulp but soldiers on.] JG: Mucho gusto wrestling world! I know.. my handle on the English language.. Is not the best.. But besides working hard on my lucha libre.. I have been studying. [Jorge nods his head.] JG: I have been studying the English very much. So, por favor, have the.. ah.. patience with me a while amigos. Because I plan to repay your patience.. with mi alma, mi corazon, mi lucha libre. [A small applause and Jorge nods his head with more confidence.] JG: Señor Al, you asked about my influences on the lucha libre. Big Al: Yes! We want to know who some of your wrestling influences and inspirations are! JG: Numero uno, Señor Al, in terms of lucha libre, es El Magnifico! [Small POP for the luchadore star of the 70's and 80's.] JG: El Magnifico has pretty much raised all luchadores with his lucha libre! He was the best ever and my biggest influence and inspiration on becoming a luchadores. Ah.. Another.. [Jorge ponders for a little bit. Maybe for too long.] Big Al: Yes Jorge, another inluence or inspiration! JG: For.. There was a time.. I was quite the fan of.. Señor Cloak y Señorita Cola! [Small BOOS break out.] JG: Si. Si amigos.. No entiendo por que? I don't.. know why I was a fan of them. They were bad. Muy mal. Diabolico. Que lastima, Señor Al. Que lastima, because they were very entertaining! But in the end... They were.. no good. [Sensing Jorge is losing the crowd just after slightly winning a small portion over Al springs into action!] Big Al: Well what about your opponent tonight, Dave "The Face"? JG: Si Señor Al, Dave "The Face" is my opponent tonight. We're both.. pequeño in stature. I noticed that he.. is ah.. [Jorge tries to think of the right word.] JG: Ah... More interested in his.. appearance? Si, his appearance. [Jorge nods and Big Al nods assuringly.] JG: But I hope.. That he is focused on me tonight because.. I want to give a good display of my lucha libre to please mi amigos! [Jorge nods.] Big Al: Well good luck tonight Jorge on making your first wrestling impression! JG: Muchos gracias Señor Al! [Jorge nods and walks off.] Big Al: Let's head to the ring! **** MATCH #4: JORGE GOMEZ VS. DAVE "THE FACE" At the start of the match Jorge offered Dave a handshake but "The Face" looked at Gomez's hand with disgust and holds up his hand to point out his perfect manicure that he can't ruin by getting Jorge's grease all over it. Jorge implores Dave to shake his hand since it is his first match and it is the best way to start one's career with. "The Face" laughs at Jorge and shoves his rookie opponent away. Dave then fans his hands in the air, trying to dry the "grease" off. Jorge shrugs and leaps up and floors Dave with a dropkick! Dave scrambles to his feet and stumbles around and grabs the referee and asks if his face is alright! The referee tries to get Dave to let go of his shirt and Jorge grabs "The Face" from behind and rolls him up with an inside cradle! The referee jumps to make the cover but Dave kicks out at two! Dave scrambles to his feet and touches his face desperately, searching for any wounds that may be there. Jorge spins Dave around and smacks an open handed chop to the chest which causes Dave to grab his chest and run in place, trying to jog off the pain! Jorge leaps up onto "The Face"'s shoulders and executes a Hurricanrana roll up! The referee leaps into position again and starts the count but again it's only two as "The Face" kicks out! Dave scrambles to his knees and BEGS the referee for a towel so he can wipe the "grease" off of him! Meanwhile Gomez scrambles up the turnbuckles all the way to the top! The referee orders Dave get to his feet and "The Face" does so angrily, demanding a towel or he'll walk out of this match! The referee tells Dave to fight and "The Face" looks around for his opponent only to have Jorge leap off the top and hit a HIGH CROSS BODY PRESS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! The referee leaps into position and.. JORGE GETS THE WIN! Postmatch Jorge climbs on the 2nd turnbuckle and waves to the crowd then hops down and offers to help Dave "The Face" up to his feet but Dave squeals that he's covered in "grease" and rolls out of the ring and runs to the back making a high pitched scream. Jorge shrugs then waves the crowd again! **** PANEL #4: JT: Jorge... very nice promo. PA: Nice? He was shaking so much that I thought we were in an earthquake! JT: [shaking her head] Wrong Phil. Jorge, you're still showing your nervousness. But last week it was so bad that it really hurt what you were trying to say. This week it was noticeable, but you still got your point across. It was a big improvement. CJR: You've got the fans behind you, Jorge. There's different ways to get cheers and the backing of the fans. They look at someone like Ryan Martinez and see someone who is going out of his way to fight for honor and respect. They look at you and there's this strong 'underdog' vibe, and the fans are rooting for you to succeed. That's a very good way to get the fans to support you, and if you keep it up, you're going to form a very strong bond with the fans. JT: The match- you can see your Lucha Libre background. You're the smallest wrestler on the roster, but you're using your speed and some nice aerial moves to overcome that. Very nice job. Big Al: Unfortunately, due to time constraints we need to cut this week's program short. CJR: Next week, you'll have another chance to cut an interview. You'll also, for the first time, be in the ring against each other in a ten man battle royale. We've seen how you've done against our enhancement talent- now we'll see how we'll you wrestle against each other. Big Al: Until next week this is Blank Slate Wrestling! |
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