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[BSW] Week 4
Topic Started: Sep 29 2010, 02:38 PM (615 Views)
crimsonjoe
The Luther Burger
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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 eight 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"
"Winston Fioritto"
"Clint Flint"
"Domhnall O'Flaherty"
"Jorge Gomez"
"Ryan Martinez"
"Austin Raines"

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 eight wrestlers showcase their abilities in an eight man tag team match- 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 fourth episode of Blank Slate Wrestling! It's a four-on-four match, captained by the last two competitors from the battle royale, winner Austin Raines and second-place finisher Jorge Gomez.

PA: I still can't believe those were the final two. I had good money on Adam, dammit!

JT: It's only one match tonight- but it's an important match. Let's turn it over to "Big" Al and "Crimson" Joe Reed...

[Cut to the interview area]

Big Al: All eight competitors will be in one match tonight.

CJR: But rather than assign teams, they'll be picked schoolyard-style. Some are going to be happy with where they were picked and who they are teaming against, and others won't be.

Big Al: Thanks... and as we go along, we'll be holding a panel discussion for our experts to give their thoughts on tonight. Joe will be joining Jackie and Phil as I head to the ring...


****
PROMO #1: THE PICKS: JORGE GOMEZ AND AUSTIN RAINES


[Inside the ring, Austin Raines stands to the left, Jorge Gomez stands
to the right, and "Big" Al Lieberman stands between the men, holding
his microphone. From the panel, "Crimson" Joe Reed stands up.]

CJR: Austin and Jorge... congratulations on being the top two
finishers in last week's battle royale. This week, you'll both be
captains of an eight man tag team among the other wrestlers in BSW.
You fought against them in the battle royale last week- this week
you'll be working with them. We'll go back and forth until both of
you have your entire teams. Austin, as the winner of the battle
royale, you'll have first pick. Who are you taking?

[Big Al guides the microphone towards Austin Raines, who looks around
the audience before speaking...]

AR: You know if Jorge wasn't my opponent there would be a very good
chance he would be my number one pick tonight .... but that's not
meant to be. So with the first pick of the evening I'm going to go out
on a limp and select Winston Fiorrito.

[The crowd seems a bit surprised by this pick.]

AR: Winston my be difficult to understand when he speaks but you can
see a drive in him ... a desire to be the winner each and every time
he steps into the ring and this week that's what I need standing by my
side. A man who wants to win ... a man who doesn't mind getting his
hands dirty since tonight our hands will be full.

[Austin hands the microphone back to Big Al.]

JG: Mucho gracias, Señor Al. And.. Thank You, Austin, for your kind
words earlier. I don't want to delay things too much so I will get
to my first pick. This man came in third in the battle royal and
because of that I feel it is the honorable thing to do, to pick him
first since he proved himself in battle. My first pick is Clint Flint.

[Austin nods his head at Jorge's selection and for a moment rubs his
chin as he ponders his next choice.]

AR: With my second selection I'm going to have to go with Domhnall
O'Flaherty. He may not have shown as much in the battle royal as
Winston or even the fool Clint Flint did but he has shown moments of
glory throughout the previous weeks. I know Domhnall is claiming
battle royals aren't his thing so let's see how he performs in a tag
team situation. I'm only hoping his challenge to Winston brings up a
game of one upmanship or else this might screw me.

JG: Austin, amigo, you choose very well! I think my next pick is a
good one too, and I imagine everyone will agree. I'm choosing my next
pick because of the honor and integrity they fight with. It moves mi
corazon! He is someone I hope will be mi amigo one day! My pick is
Ryan Martinez!

[Austin again nods at Jorge's decision and this time you can see an
expression that shows some disappointment.]

AR: Was sort of hoping Ryan would slip through the cracks but I really
should have known better. My final choice is going to be De'Vegas
Black. Can't go wrong picking the self proclaimed biggest and baddest
on the playground can you? Plus I'm sure after Jorge's little
challenge to De'Vegas and the humiliation of being eliminated by Jorge
... no offense meant Jorge, but really De'Vegas had to be embarrassed
being eliminated by the smallest guy on the roster ... should give the
big man some drive to show everyone what he has in that ring.

[Jorge nods his head, letting it all sink in and then he smiles and nods
his head towards Austin.]

JG: Austin, though we are on opposite teams, you are mi amigo! Gracias,
Austin! You've given me the opportunity to bring my challenge to the real
life! Adam, despite the sacrilege of claiming to be the first man in the
world, you are the last one left and even though you speak blasphemy I am
glad to have you on my team. I look forward to competing with everyone in
my team at my side against mi amigo Austin and his well assembled team.

[Jorge looks at his team and smiles.]

JG: Tonight let us all be brothers and give our all in battle! Together
we are assembled and ready to prove ourselves!

****
Jackie: Austin, Fiorrito, O'Flaherty, and Black against Gomez, Flint, Martinez, and Adam. Surprised by those picks, Phil?

Phil: Damn skippy! My pick to win it was Adam, and he gets picked LAST?! Well, the good book said something about carrying grudges, and I'm sure he'll deliver the message.

CJR: Interesting teams. Austin is a much biggest team and made up of more brawlers, while Gomez' team is much quicker and with better mat technicians. But the teams are even- I think whichever group of four works better together will come out with the win.

Jackie: We'll hear from the other six on their teams.

****
PROMO #2: TEAM RAINES- De'VEGAS BLACK


[The camera pans back to the dressing room area where De'Vegas Black is just finishing up wrapping his wrists in black tape. the big man stands and rubs the tape on his wrists as he stares into the camera.]

DB: People want to know how I feel about my team captain, Austin Raines? [smirks] I feel that Austin Raines is a smart man. I feel that Austin Raines made the right choice when he put me on his team. You see De'Vegas Black is glad things worked out the way they did. Did I like being picked last? [shakes head disgustedly] No, I did not.

[De'Vegas starts to stretch his arms out. Wind milling the big pillar like arms in circles.]

DB: But I will tell you this though. Having the chance to grab that little punk Jorge Gomez around his scrawny neck and squeezing the life out of him, is more then enough motivation for De'Vegas Black. I was angry and upset at being picked last. I felt it was a slap in not only my face- but a knock on my ability as well.

But like my momma always told me, when somebody gives you lemons- make lemonade. I may have been picked last, but standing across the ring from that midget Jorge Gomez [snarls] more then makes up for it. Was I embarrassed that little man eliminated me? Absolutely. Did I take it personally when he had the nerve to call me out?

[nasty snarl]

Yeah I did.

[De'Vegas begins to roll his shoulders and smack his biceps as he continues.]

DB: I think everybody around here has forgotten just how dangerous I can be. I think it's time everybody gets a reminder of what happens when you cross De'Vegas Black. I was sleep walking through this competition- I’ll be the first to admit it. But I thank you Jorge’s, I thank you for waking up the beast inside me.

[points a finger at the camera.]

You want to challenge me Gomez? You think by calling me out, the biggest man here, that you are going to prove something to the other guys?

[smirks]

The only thing you're going to prove is how dumb it is to let your pride overcome smart thinking. Do I under estimate you? [shrugs] No I don't. But I know I can beat you.

[shakes his head]

Tonight Jorge, I will give you a small example of what you have to look forward to if we _ever_ meet in a singles match man. Tonight I will show you and all the rest what happens when you get in the face of a fired up and motivated De'Vegas Black. You want a piece of this Jorge? You want to play the small hero who beat the big nasty giant? Well that is fine Jorge, we can do that story, but to bad for you Jorge..

[snarls at the camera]

It's not going to be the story book ending you thought it was going to be. Not only tonight will my team come out victorious.

[shakes head and points a finger at the screen.]

But tonight Jorge, I’m going to hoist you up and break your back with the most devastating move in the BSW-

[smiles nastily]

The Black Bomb. 'Nuff said.

[De'Vegas bounces his Pecs then walks off camera view as we FTB.]

****
PROMO #3: TEAM RAINES- DOMHNALL O'FLAHERTY


[BSW banner! Big Al!]

Big Al: Hello fans, Big Al here and I'm being joined at this time by a very unhappy man known ... as Domhnall O'Flaherty. Am I right in that summation, Dom?

[Walking into frame, a bemused look plastered across his face as he eyes Al warily, Domhnall is speechless for all of two seconds.]

DO: You cut right to the quick now, do ya? No tact, this one.

Big Al: Well, we do only have a one-hour time slot.

DO: Alright, yeah, I get you. That's right, Al! I'm not happy, but no, it's more of a mixed emotional state, you see. It'll be nice to have an opportunity to step between those ropes in a situation where there's actually someone behind me, ready to help shoulder the burden. That is, we assume, that they're willing to put their backs into it.

Big Al: Meaning...?

DO: Meaning that this crew we have here isn't work the three licks it takes to reach the muddy core of a disgusting Tootsie Pop!

[Dom was paid $500 for that guerrilla-style advertisement.]

DO: I think that last week made that abundantly clear.

[Tongue in cheek, Al seems lost in thought for a moment, trying to find the right words.]

Big Al: But Dom, you didn't win last week, so how exactly does that prove your point?

DO: Al, think back, it wasn't that long ago, the details assuredly haven't left your memory; I was cheated. That match stopped being every man for himself the second someone, myself, decided to wise up and use his brain. So I ducked out of the ring. That's not against the rules!

Big Al: But it does go against the _spirit_ of the rules.

DO: Pfah! So I hurt their feelings? Is that it? That's no reason to cheat me!

Big Al: Well, technically, the other participants didn't cheat any more than you did. Very little is against the rules in a battle royal.

[Glaring at Al, Dom extends a finger into his face. Use your imagination which finger that is.]

DO: I didn't say they broke the rules, only that they cheated me. They formed up ranks against me. End of discussion!

Big Al: Fair enough. Dom, tonight you're teaming with three other men; Austin Raines, De'Vegas Black and a man you've gone on record as saying you hate; Winston "The Runt" Fiorrito. How do you see tonight going for you?

[Running four fingers through his stiff-styled, spiked and dark-dyed hair, Dom purses his lips, sighing deeply, and collecting his thoughts.]

DO: Honestly? It's enough to make me want to not even show up. My "leader", fearless leader that he is, has seen fit to bring me in among the lumpy dwarf and the over-big nothing. It, in fact, does nothing to instill confidence in my soul. De'Vegas? Big, slow, stupid and not near strong or tough enough to offset his aforementioned flaws. As for Fiorrito. Where to start? I'll be the first man to admit that he was wrong about someone ... and I wasn't wrong about you, Winston. I don't need to take you out tonight. Hell, if I wait, chances are, you'll just have a heart attack in the ring before the first season of BSW even ends.

Big Al: Okay, those are your other teammates, but what about your team leader, Austin Raines?

DO: Raines? Heh, well, to be honest, the man was beneath my radar before he won the battle royal. He chose me ... and he chose Winston ... with a purpose. He seeks to draw us in and in the spirit of competition to press us on towards not just victory but towards one-upmanship. I've already decided to pick up that thrown gauntlet, Al. I want to win, and sometimes that means playing along with someone that maybe you don't like.

[Beat. Al cocks an eyebrow.]

Big Al: The way you phrased that ... do you mean Winston or Austin?

[Dom expertly dodges the question while, SOMEHOW, answering it at the same time.]

DO: Al ... give me the microphone, please.

[Stepping forward, Dom glares directly into the camera lens, seeking to burn his green-eyed gaze into the souls of every fan at home.]

DO: Austin. You need to get your facts straight, friend. If you're gonna listen in on backstage conversations, then listen hard. I never said that battle royals aren't my "thing", friend. If anything, as a bouncer and an expert in a martial art that specializes in hurling people through the air I was the winner before ever entering the ring. That was taken away from me by a bunch of prigs using some sort of warped mob justice. Taken away by, among others, Ryan Martinez, by Winston Fiorrito. and, yes, by Austin Raines.
So my plans for tonight go no farther than the closing bell in this tag match. After that? Well...

[Curling his lip, Dom leers at the camera.]

DO: Let's just say that, between now and then, you should hope that something changes, alright?

[Cut~!]

****
PROMO #4: TEAM RAINES- WINSTON FIORRITO

[Standing by himself in front of a blank backdrop, in his wrestling trunks and newsboy hat, is Winston Fiorrito.

Tonight I felt I should talk without so much slang, so you all in the audience can understand me. While I am the truth in that ring, I figure I should let you skeptics hear more of what I'm saying.

[Winston clears his throat.]

So the Runt has got to work with a Shirley, some wank named after a city and a sodding mick. Now don't get the Runt wrong, I don't care nothing about no one's background or colour, it ain't like that at all. No, no, ole Ringer will punch you in your front teeth whether you're as black as blood pudding or as white as them as them poofs in Parliment.

[It becomes obvious that the Runt is chewing on something.]

Now, see, the Runt is also called the Ringer. Solutions to problems, that's what I do. Call the Runt if you want a Ringer on your side and that's exactly what Raines did. Primo pick, the cream of the crust, the top of the litter. The Runt ain't ever been mistaken for a Fleet Streeter but if you want to get a job done, you call on a Ringer.

[The Runt taps his chest.]

This Domhole what's his name is another story. Now, lad, the Runt ain't one to back down from no one but I see you in the ring, I see the truth about you: you are a weak man. What ever type of fighting you know, it changes to a yellow streak when water gets a little choppy. Holly, you probably need a dummy... wait, you'll call it a soother you daft tapper, to suck down some weak septic piss water.

[A snort escapes.]

The Runt knows he's gotta work with you two other blokes and one crying lass with curly locks, fresh from momma's teat. Getting back to my role, well, it ain't the first time I've been a Ringer, so pull up your britches and hang on tight. The Runt is gonna make sure we pulverize them other four wankers on the other side of that ring.

[Winston pounds his fist into free hand and then walks off.]

****

[Cut to the announcers at the table.]

Big Al: Thoughts on Raines' team?

PA: They don't sound like a bunch of happy campers. Not that anyone is ever happy camping, but you k now what I mean.

CJR: I actually liked De'Vegas Black's comments. I think of all the competitors, he has the most to prove tonight- and it sounds like he knows it. He's the biggest and probably the strongest man in BSW, so if he can focus, he might make a big impact.

PA: I'm just happy I didn't need a translator for Domhnall or Winston.

JT: Yeah- but neither man sounds happy to be on the same team. I think both would like to tear each other apart instead of their opponents. And if they are more worried about themselves than their opponents, they're going to lose.

PA: Not if the other team is just as chaotic, Jackie. I want to hear from them before I make any guesses.


****
PROMO #5: TEAM GOMEZ- CLINT FLINT

Big Al: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is the name of the future-

CF: HOLD EVERYTHING! HOLD EVERYTHING! STOP THE PROMO RIGHT NOW!!!

[That's Clint Flint storming the BSW set. Popped collar and pink shutter shades now a regular part of his character, he adds a radioactive orange glow to his skin after a recent mishap at the only tanning salon in all of Bumfudge Kentucky. Regardless, so incensed is Clint Flint that he tears the shutter shades off his face, revealing a look of utter indignity (and a major case of racoon eyes) to the crowd.]

CF: Did I just hear someone say that Clint Flint was "all hype"??? That's he's style without substance, just for show?

[The audience collectively screams "YEAH!!!" as Clint Flint rolls his eyes in response, putting the shutter shades back on his face.]

CF: Brohorts, MAJOR UNCOOL! Just cuz you can't match-up to Mr. Cooly Fooly don't mean you need to be a player hater! I'm like, totally legit shootfighter material, bros. I've seen dozens of UFC PPVs, maybe more. Haters better take the HINT and not mess with CLINT FLINT or else they'll get a Jersey beatdown, fo'SHO!!!

[The boos grow louder, as it's up to Big Al Lieberman to salvage Clint Flint's wounded pride.]

Big Al: But Clint, weren't you the first man to be picked on Jorge Gomez' team? Surely that must count for something, doesn't it?

[Real talk time, which means the shades are OFF! It's time to get serious with the Name of the Future!]

CF: Brobrahski, we both know the true reason Whore-hay picked the Bruiser Broski was because he got shot down by the fat uggo in the third row on account of being a disgusting grease mutant Mexican with no game! Now he wants to bro-up with the Killer Khanye and heist my unique style?

[Arms crossed against chest, he takes a moment to pull the shades on once more!]

CF: Bro can relate. He can be my little broha, junior brombre! I'll broselytize Bromez with the broper brocabulary for his bromos! And who knows? With him on the mic and my innovated wrestling techniques in the ring, we could form a... What's the word for a romance, but with guys?

[And the crowd collectively facepalms!]

Big Al: Clint Flint! You're set to face half our roster led by the man who personally despises everything that you stand for! Anything you care to say?

CF: You mean nerdclown? Okay, so I might've overlooked him at the rumble; big deal! EVERYONE overlooks Austin, nobody even *talked* about him during promo challenges! Now he surrounds himself with Fatcakes McBlack and the Eurotrash fakers who think they're SOOOOOOO street cuz they talk all "pip-pip, fish and chips, cup o tea, cheerio"... And he calls *ME* a fool? More like, he's the one who's a...

TOO~OOOOOL!!!!

["YEAAAAAAH!!!" shouts Clint, about to put on his shutter shades before realizing they're already on. Slow fade as Big Al tosses his notes away.]

****
PROMO #6: TEAM GOMEZ- RYAN MARTINEZ


[Once again, Ryan Martinez stands in front of the BSW logo, microphone in
hand. Wearing a black t-shirt and black wrestling trunks, he looks into
the camera and begins to speak.]

RM: I'm disappointed I didn't win the battle royal. But that
disappointment is with myself. I let my temper get the best of me, and
more than anyone else, I eliminated myself. But that's fine, sometimes you
lose, and hopefully you learn something from it. And anyway, there's a new
challenge in front of me.

And this time, you better believe I'm focused.

[Ryan runs his free hand over his slicked back hair.]

RM: First off, Jorge Gomez. I'm with you. You've got something most people
in BSW lack. You've got heart. You've got the courage of your
convictions. You want to be my amigo? Well, you got it.

I'm behind you one hundred percent Jorge. You're the captain and I'll be
your right hand. You want something done? You just tell me.

As for the rest of my team? Well, Clint Flint, you're not the sort of
person I'd choose to team up with. You're delusional, and you're an
egomaniac. You're about as far from who I am as it gets. But you are my
teammate. You play square with me, and I'll do the same. I don't have to
like you to team with you. Right now, we're in it together, and as long as
that's the case, I'll be team player.

And Adam?

[Martinez pauses.]

RM: Well, its no secret that I've got a big problem with who you are and
what you say. I don't have any respect for you. If I was walking down the
street and I saw you on the other side, I'd run across eight lanes of
traffic just for the chance to fight you. But tonight isn't the time or
the place for that. Whether we like it or not, we're on the same team. So
I say, let's hurry up and win, so we can finish what we started last week.

Then there's the other team. Nothing and no one to respect on the other
side of the ring.

[Another pause, as Ryan exhales, his expression growing more intense, as he
fires himself up for tonight.]

RM: Austin Raines, the rot on your team starts from the top down. All I've
seen you do is talk about how great you are. How you're dynamic. How
you're worth more than everyone else. You talk a big game, Raines. And,
give credit where its due, you went out and won that battle royal. But
just remember, Raines, that ego of yours? It doesn't do anything but paint
a giant bull's eye on you.

And I got my sights trained right in the center of that target.

Your team isn't any better. It begins with Winston Fiorrito. the
runt. Winston, you're a very small man, with a very large mouth. Sure,
no one can understand what's coming out of that mouth of yours, but what
you lack in coherence, you more than make up for in volume. You're a big
talker, but all you're doing is covering for a lack of substance. There's
nothing to you Fiorrito. except that mouth of yours. Nothing is going to
feel better than shutting it up, once and for all.

Then there's your brother in incoherence, Domhnall O'Flaherty. The sambo
man. You said last week you don't think I'm tough. You think I'm nothing
but a tall man with a big name. You even said I can't fight. Well, I've
never been the sort of person who lets talk like that pass. You don't
think I'm tough? Come find out, O'Flaherty. You think I'm here because of
my name? Come find out. You want to take me down to the mat and see what
I've got?

Come try it.

You doubt me at your own peril, O'Flaherty. You've called me out, and
you're about to discover that I don't back down. Its going to be a real
pleasure proving just how wrong you are.

Finally, the big man, De'Vegas Black. Far as I can tell, you're the only
one here bigger than me. Not that I care. Height and weight are just
numbers. Jorge Gomez is the smallest one here, but he's got the size
where it matters, in his heart. Jorge Gomez came out and challenged you,
and in doing so, he's already proven who the bigger man is.

You got size, but what else have you got? The only other thing you've got
is a laundry list of ready made excuses. You've been held down. The man
is out to get you. No one wants you. Talk like that? It makes me
sick. You make me sick. You're here for your own self
aggrandizement. You're a big man, Black, in need of a sharp fall. Just
remember, De'Vegas, even the biggest tree can be taken down by a lumberjack.

And right now, I'm swinging the axe.

Jorge, Adam, Clint. I'm with you. And I say, let's do this, and do it right.

[And with that, Ryan sets down the microphone and walks off, ready to go to
war.]

***

Big Al: Adam will be making his comments once he's introduced. Your thoughts on Flint and Ryan Martinez?

PA: Well, Clint Flint can lose focus easily...

JT: Clint Flint can lose focus to small, shiny objects...

PA: ... but it sounds like he's not happy with Austin Raines. Flint's got some athletic ability- and he's a snazzy dresser- so if he actually works with the others he can be dangerous.

JT: Ryan Martinez had some harsh words for everyone on the opposite team. He's painted a target on his chest- but he knows it.

CJR: I don't mind anyone willing to call someone out. But I'd be worried about doing so in a tag team match. One on one is fine, but here he needs his partners to be as dependable as he is. Given his own history with Adam, I'm not sure that's a good idea.

JT: All right, Phil. You're the oddsmaker. Who do you like?

PA: This is tough. On paper, I like Raines' team. Austin beat Gomez in the battle royale, Black looks ready to step up his game, and Fiorrito. and O'Flaherty can kick ass and take names. But I'm worried that those two might end up fighting each other. Then it comes down to leadership, and can Austin Raines keep those two in line? I'm going with the upset and picking Gomez' team here.

JT: As BSW progresses, we're adding more elements that are common to other feds, and tonight we're bringing entrances to the match.

CJR: I know a lot of purists don't like entrances- it detracts from the athletic performance, turns sport into spectacle. But wrestlers need to get reactions from the crowd- both psychologically, and because the more a crowd recognizes you, the more the promoters will give you a chance in the spotlight. A good entrance will help showcase who you are to the crowd, even if they've never seen you before. The lights and music- yes, it's part of the spectacle. So are cheerleaders and exploding scoreboards at football games. It's up to the wrestler to pick an entrance that showcases their personalities without being so obnoxious that people tune out.

JT: And with, that, let's get to the ring!

***

MATCH 1: TEAM GOMEZ (Jorge Gomez, Ryan Martinez, Adam, Clint Flint) vs. TEAM RAINES (Austin Raines, Winston Fiorrito. De'Vegas Black, Domhnall O'Flaherty)

Big Al: This is a one fall eight man tag team match, with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first...

===
The chilling voice of Kevin Spacey as John Doe whispers over the PA:]
“The Lord works in mysterious ways“
[Then, the haunting tunes of “John the Revelator“ by Curtis Stigers and the Forest Rangers start to play just as Adam steps through the curtains.]
# Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator
# Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator
# Wrote the book of the seven seals

[Adam, dressed in white spandex shorts and white wrestling boots, the right one bearing a stylized “A“, slowly saunters down to ringside. His eyes are locked on the fans, seemingly looking for someone in the masses, but he is just answered by boos and jeers. The First Man just shakes his head as he reaches the ring and slowly climbs the ring steps.]

# You know God walked down in the cool of the day
# Called Adam by his name
# But he refused to answer
# Because he's naked and ashamed

[In the ring, Adam spreads his arms out slightly and raises his head to the ceiling, whispering to himself, a beatific smile on his face. The lights are dimmed for a moment and only a single spotlight illuminates the praying wrestler.]

# Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator
# Tell me who's that writin'? John the Revelator
# Wrote the book of the seven seals

[As the song fades out the lights are turned back on. Adam, looking very relaxed and confident, adjusts his carefully parted hair and turns to address the referee.]



[Adam, with a content and serene smile on his face, takes a look at the jeering fans and nods as a greeting.]

“My friends … tonight, I stand on one side of this ring as one … of many. A part of a group that does not recognize … or realize … my mission, my position, my standing in Blank Slate Wrestling and in our world today.

So, instead of a shepherd, I will be one of the sheep tonight, standing in the midst of men who are less than my peers.

But, do not think that I accept that position. Do not believe that I accept the leadership of one Jorge Gonzales, who blathers about sacrilege and blasphemy when talking about me instead of inspiration and enlightenment. Do not even dream about me accepting the comradeship of Ryan Martinez, who has declared himself to be my enemy and the opponent of all that could be good in this world.”

[He slowly shakes his head, never losing his smile.]

“I was chosen last when the teams were decided, obviously because each and every other man in this promotion is blinded.”

[His eyes narrow, a trace of spite sneaks into Adam's pleasant voice and that smile grows colder by the moment.]

“Blinded by their ignorance, by their faithlessness, blinded by the light _I_ radiate!

This blindness will be your undoing. While I will again shine tonight, showing my flock the strength I have been granted by our Lord, the other men in that ring … every single one, will suffer THE FALL!”

[Adam has shouted the last two words out and for a moment, Adam seems to be on the verge of losing control. But, as quickly as the rage has crept into him, the First Man reassumes his calm and friendly demeanor. With a smile, he hands off the mic.]

Big Al: Introducing first... here... is... ADAM!

===
PA: Oh boy- I like Adam, but if he's more worried about Martinez than anyone on his team... is it too late to switch?
===

#Miami... the playboy's paradise. Pretty girls, fast cars... that's just a facade. The bridge seperates the South Beach from my Miami. The real Miami. This is where we hustle.#

[The opening intro for Rick Ross' hit single "Hustlin" (music video edition) plays through the arena's PA system as the inimitable CLINT FLINT pops his head out of the makeshift entrance aisle... and then the sound for his own song boosts up to 11, the bass causing horrible reverb through the school gym's loudspeakers.]

#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#

[Clint Flint jumps into the scene, not so much walking down the aisle as he does a mixture of dancing and shimmying towards his path. Popped collar, shutter shades, gold medallion and all; the kid even frosted his TIPS for the occasion! The cameras soon turn to Big Al Lieberman, holding a piece of paper in his hand.]

Big Al: Hailing from BRO-DENTOWN, NEW JERSEY, he stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at two-hunnerd twenty-eight pounds... They call him the Bruiser Broski, the Killer Khanye, Mr. Cooly Fooly and the Name of the Future... Ladies and Gentlemen... CLINT FLINT!!!!

#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#

[If there's a fan in the crowd who brought his own sign for the show, you can bet it has "I'M A HATER!!" written on it. Again... Clint Flint teases offering one of the kids at ringside a pair of his distinctive shutter shades, but thinks better of it upon realizing that "haters gonna hate". The kid yells at Clint, but Clint only points at the kid, yelling "U MAD? U MAD BRAH, U MAD!"]

#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#

[Some of the fans are starting to realize that this ISN'T so much "Hustlin'" by Rick Ross as much as it's the first lyric to the song played over and over again on a loop. Apparently, Clint Flint knows how to fiddle around with Audacity; and it's annoying the Hell out of everyone else.]

#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#

[Yup. It's a loop.]

#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#
#EVERYDAY I'M HUSTLIN'#

[Clint steps inside the ring and spins about as fans start pleading for him to stop the "music", but Mr. Cooly Fooly can only be bothered to check whether his collar is still pop n' fresh. Stepping on the second rope inside the ring, Clint shows off his monogrammed gold medallion to the hard cam before handing all his stuff to the ring attendant, thanking Big Al for his services. Someone finally kills the song.]

===
[The opening guitar of "Yell Fire" by Michael Franti and Spearhead blares
over the loudspeakers.]

Big Al: Coming to the ring now...

#A revolution never come with a warning.#
#A revolution never send you an omen.#

Ring Announcer: He stands six foot five, and weighs two hundred and fifty
five pounds and hails from Los Angeles, California. Here is....

RYAN MARTINEZ !!!!!!

#A revolution just arrived like the morning#
#Ring the alarm, we come to wake up the snoring#

[As the music continues, Ryan Martinez steps out into the aisle. Tall and
muscular, the young Martinez runs a hand through his slicked back brown
hair. He wears long wrestling tights, black with a red inseam, and a pair
black and red wrestling boots. His handsome face is set in determination
as he makes his way through the crowd, too focused on the task at hand to
be aware of the hands that reach out and slap him on the shoulders and
back. Martinez walks up the steps towards the ring, wiping his boots on
the apron before stepping inside. He moves quickly towards his corner,
exhaling and looking towards the referee and his opponent, body tensed,
waiting for the bell.]

====

["Cielito Lindo" plays over the PA and out walks Jorge Gomez, dressed in his
wrestling gear. He gives out some high fives on his way to the ring. He leaps
up onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and leaps over the top ropes with
a somersault flip onto his feet into the ring! Jorge pumps a fist into the
air then goes to his corner.]

Big Al: And finally, the team captain... here is JORGE GOMEZ!!!
====

PA: Adam and Ryan Martinez are glaring at each other... geez, they almost look ready to fight right now!

JT: Jorge Gomez stepping in to get them separated.

PA: Yeah- I'm glad I changed my pick.

===

'Fight the Power' by Public Enemy begins to blare and crowd boos as De'vegas walks out to the entranceway with a snarl on his face. The big man is decked out in black trunks with the 'Black Power fist' on the back outlined in silver. Across the front is 'De'vegas' is silver French script lettering. Black knee pads trimmed in silver and black boots with silver trim and black athletic tape around wrists finish off the big man's look. De'vegas bounces on his toes then walks to the ring moving out of the way of those who try to touch him. He walks up the steps and dips through the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring, looks left then right, and then thrusts his fist in the 'Black Power' salute. De'vegas jaws at the people in the front row then stretches in his corner as the music fades.

===

[Thumping, the opening to "Rocky Road to Dublin" by the High Kings starts up, rapid phrasing heralding a pale, powerful figure as he clasps his hands, flexing as if to crush someone.]

#In the merry month of May, from my home I started,#
#left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken hearted,#

Big Al: Now coming to the ring, from Dublin, Ireland...

[Skipping out, he throws a powerful haymaker at the air; moving down the aisle towards the ring.]

#Saluted father dear, kissed my darlin' mother,#
#drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother.#
#Then off to reap the corn, and leave where I was born,#
#I cut a stout blackthorn, to banish ghost and goblin.#

RA: Weighing in tonight at 250 pounds, this is DOMHNALL O'FLAHERTY!!!

[Shouting at the fans on either side, Domhnall slaps his pale, livid chest several times as he walks.]

#In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,#
#and frightened all the dogs, on the rocky road to Dublin.#

[Coming to ringside, Dom thrusts a thumb back at himself, shouting out one more time before bounding up to the apron then slingshotting over to stand in the ring.]

#One, two, three, four five, hunt the hare and turn her,#
#down the rocky road, and all the ways to Dublin, whack-fol-lol-de-raaaaa!#

[Thrusting both thumbs back at himself, Dom beats his chest, then points over at his opponent, ready and eager to fight.]

===


[A quick drum bash and we are met ears first by Husker Du's "Makes No Sense at All". Fiorrito. is chomping on a toothpick and adjusts his newsboy hat. The Runt looks like he's dead serious.]

Walking around with your head in the clouds
Makes no sense at all
Sell yourself short, but you're walking so tall
Makes no sense at all
Is it important? You're yelling so loud
Makes no sense at all
Walking around with your head in the clouds
Makes no sense at all
Makes no difference at all
Makes no sense at all
Makes no difference at all

[The Runt wipes his feet as he enters the ring, makes sure his hat is on right and leans up against the ropes.]

Big Al: And here is "THE RUNT", WINSTON FIORRITO

===

[As "Better" by Guns N Roses begins to play a lone figure wearing a
long black with red trim sleeveless robe; the hood raised over his
head makes his way out from the back.The figure pauses for a brief
moment removing the hood, revealing the face of Austin Raines. Austin
has a determined look upon his face as he begins to walk down the
aisle towards the ring. As he walks to the ring he reaches out and
slaps hands with the fans closest to him.]

RA: ...weighing 218 pounds... hailing from Seattle, Washington... this is


AUSTIN RAINEEEEEESSSSSSSI!!!

[Austin leaps onto the ring apron and runs to the right side
turnbuckles; placing on foot on the top rope and the other on the
second rope. He extends his arms to the side opening the robe
revealing his black wrestling tights adorned with a stylized tribal
pattern in red and his black wrestling boots. In a fluid motion he
stands upon the top rope fully and does a back flip into the ring.]

...

[And as soon as Austin enters the ring, Clint Flint leaps up with a dropkick, and the brawl is on!]

((DING DING DING))

JT: It's broken down right away! Flint is driving a series of elbows into Raines, De'Vegas charges at Jorge Gomez... Gomez ducks, and catches De'Vegas with a superkick! Domhnall O'Flaherty and Adam and trading shots... Ryan Martinez goes to help his partner...

PA: Winston Fiorrito grabs Martinez by the hair, spins him around, and a fist right into Ryan's mouth!

[Fiorrito shoves Martinez into the corner, while Domhnall rams a shoulder into Adam's ribs. They nod, and Irish Whip Adam and Martinez into the middle of the ring, where they collide. Jorge Gomez goes for a DDT on De'Vegas, but the big man lifts him up and plants him with a spinebuster. Gomez rolls out of the ring, and Winston and Domhnall kick Ryan Martinez and Adam under the ropes. Flint picks up Austin Raines and tosses him over the top rope on the opposite side. Clint Flint points to himself with both thumbs, then turns around and tries to give high fives to Winston Fiorrito, De'Vegas Black, and Domhnall O'Flaherty.]

"Big" Al: Umm.... does someone want to remind Clint Flint that he's...

JT: It's all right, Al. I'm sure Clint will figure it out...

[Domhnall gives a high five to Clint's right hand, Winston to Clint's left hand, and they both suddenly turn into an armwringer on both of Clint's arms.]

JT: ... right about now.

[Clint hollers in pain, then De'Vegas Black charges and clotheslines him, driving him from the ring to join his teammates.]

JT: And now the referee orders people into their corners. Domhnall stays in the ring as De'Vegas and Winston join Austin in the far corner. Jorge's team regroups and go into the corner closest to us, with Ryan Martinez starting officially for his team.

[Martinez and Domhnall lock up, and Domhnall rakes the face before driving a forearm into the back of Martinez's head. He follows up by shoving Martinez into the corner and charging...]

"Big" Al: Sidestep! And O'Flaherty hits the corner post shoulder-first! Ryan Martinez scoop slams Domhnall into a shoulderbreaker!

CJR: That's a nasty combination- the shoulderbreaker's fallen out of favor the past few years, but Domhnall's shoulder is already sore from hitting the post, and that can take your arm right out of the fight.

[Martinez picks up Domnhall and carries him over to tag in Jorge. Gomez climbs the ropes as Martinez slams Martinez into the mat, then grapevines the leg as Gomez leaps off with a moonsault! Gomez covers...

1...

2...

KICKOUT!]

JT: O'Flaherty starts backing away! Take a look at Domhnall's face- he's terrified about that near-fall!

{Domhnall starts to stand, and Jorge Gomez dropkicks him into the corner... where Domhnall tags out to Winston. Gomez charges in, climbs onto Domhnall for a monkey flip- and Winston reaches over and punches Gomez in the mouth. Gomez falls back to the center of the ring and Fiorrito steps in, rubbing his fists as he does so. Gomez is slow to get back to his feet, and is greeted by another punch as he does do.]

PA: Winston doesn't have a huge moveset- he just likes to hit you. But he hits very hard...

[Fiorrito pulls up Gomez by the hair and whips him to the ropes. On the rebound, he goes for a punch, but Gomez ducks underneath. Fiorrito turns around on the other rebound and catches Winston with a leaping hurricanrana, taking "The Runt" over. Gomez reaches up and tags in Adam, who slips into the ring and grapevines Winston's leg before twisting into a spinning toehold.]

JT: Adam showing off his technical skills.

CJR: Smart move. Keeps Winston off his feet, wears him down. The longer this match goes, the better is it for the more conditioned athletes.

[Still in a grapevine, Adam bridges back. The referee asks Winston if he's ready to submit, and Winston shakes his head and mutters something that the announcers can't pick up and that causes the referee to blush. Adam reaches out and tags in Clint Flint, who bounces off the ropes, struts, pauses, and drops an elbow onto the prone Winston. As Adam leaves the ring, he blocks the view of the referee, and Flint begins blatantly choking out Winston.]

PA: Geez- Adam is inadvertently helping Clint Flint cheat. [pause] What a shame...

[Adam finally leaves, and the referee finally notices the infraction, counting to four and a half before Flint releases. Clint Flint grabs Winston in a bulldog headlock and drives him to the mat, then rolls him over and covers for a two count. Flint struts over, bounces off the ropes, pauses, stops to put on sunglasses, gives a salute to "Big" Al at the announcer's table, shouts "BRO!", gives a thumbs-up, drops a spinning elbowdrop...]

JT: MISSES! Flint hits the mat, Winston rolls over and tags in Austin Raines!

[And Raines does not look happy. He stomps away at Clint Flint, then grabs him in a front facelock and lifts Flint with a vertical suplex. Raines covers for a two count, and Flint rolls out of the ring, checking his nose to see if it's broken. Raines rolls out of the ring also, grabs Flint by the back of his hair, and slams his head on the ring apron. As he does so...]

JT: Adam runs along the ring apron- diving clothesline takes Austin Raines down!

PA: Brilliant move to turn the tide!

CJR: That's an example of ring smarts. Raines was too close to the other corner, and couldn't watch everyone. But he was so focussed on getting Flint that he left himself open to getting caught by that clothesline. It's something he'll learn from experience.

[Adam rolls Raines into the ring, rolls a woozy Clint Flint into the ring, and grabs Flint's arm to tag himself in. Adam covers Raines for a two count, then slaps on a front facelock. Raines struggles to his feet, and Adam switches to an armbar. Raines shoves Adam to a neutral corner, then delivers three knife-edged chops to get Adam to release. Adam headbutts Raines to stun him, then hops up to the second rope. Adam leaps off...]

JT: Caught... Sidewalk Slam by Raines!

PA: Yeah, but Raines is a little out of things.

[Both men get to their feet slowly. Raines nails a chop, and Adam fires off a forearm in retaliation. Raines swings a fist, but Adam sidesteps, and as Austin Raines spins around...]

JT: Sleeperhold by Adam!

[Raines struggles, then spins to face the opposite corner. He keeps fighting, and Adam leaps up onto Raines' back to gain some extra leverage. Instead of falling to his knees, Raines steps backwards, sandwiching Adam between himself and the cornerpost- and tagging in De'Vegas Black.]

CJR: Good move by Raines. In a weardown like the sleeper hold, you want to escape as quickly as possible. With a submission hold, sometimes you become used to the pain. But the longer you're in a sleeper, the harder it is to escape.

[The monster De'Vegas Black enters the ring, grabs Adam around the neck with both hands, and hoists him into the air with a double chokehold for a four count before releasing. Adam gets back to his feet, and De'Vegas drives a big boot into Adam's face. Adam starts to back away, but De'Vegas grabs Adam and whips him to the corner. De'Vegas charges in, but Adam rolls out of the way and tags in Ryan Martinez as De'Vegas hits the neutral corner. Black turns around, spies Martinez entering the ring, and offers a knucklelock challenge.]

PA: The two biggest man in BSW about to lock up- and while Ryan is a big, strong guy- De'Vegas is bigger and stronger. That's the way I'm going.

[Martinez nods, and the two lock fingers above their heads. For a moment, they struggle- then De'Vegas starts to use his 40 pound weight advantage to bring Martinez to his knees. De'Vegas looks around, beaming with pride, as the referee asks Martinez if he wants to submit. Ryan shakes his head and starts to fight to get back to his feet. De'Vegas drives a foot into Martinez' stomach, and Martinez keeps struggling. Another boot, and now Martinez gets to his feet and kicks De'Vegas in the midsection. One hand is freed, and Martinez leaps up and armdrags De'Vegas over to the mat. De'Vegas gets back to his feet but Martinez delivers a dropkick to Black, then picks him up for a reverse atomic drop. De'Vegas is stunned, so Martinez bounces off the ropes and delivers a high-cross bodyblock. De'Vegas catches him in mid air... hits the ropes- and both men tumble over the ropes onto the floor!]

JT: Black and Martinez continue to fight- and inside the ring, Clint Flint enters the ring and calls out Winston!

PA: Now it's breaking down.

[Winston enters... and Domhnall... and Austin Raines... and Adam and Jorge Gomez enter to even the odds. All hell breaks loose, as Flint and Raines trade shots in one corner while Gomez and Adam double team Winston, throwing him outside the ring. Winston pounds the mat, then turns around and delivers an axe handle to Martinez from behind. Domhnall catches Adam, raking his face to blind him, then sets him up for a DDT. Gomez leaps up, springboards off the ropes, and catches Domhnall with a leg whip to get him to release Adam. Adam rolls out of the ring to get his sight back as Gomez hops up to the top rope- leaps off with a standing elbow...]

JT: Domhnall ducks! Gomez hits the mat... Domhnall with a Sambo throw!

[O'Flaherty picks up Gomez and hoists him a few feet into the air... over the top rope...

... into the waiting arms of De'Vegas Black.]

JT: Powerbomb! De'Vegas Black just powerbombed Gomez right onto the concrete.

PA: Whoa! Gomez just folded up like an accordion there!

[Winston and Martinez continue to trade shots and Domhnall drives a knee into Clint Flint as Black rolls Gomez into the ring and covers...

1...

2...

3!]

((DING DING DING))

JT: Wow- the team captained by Austin Raines wins as...

PA: ... As Domnhall just picked up Austin Raines from behind with a Sambo throw to the mat!

[Domhnall stands over Raines, talking trash, as the ring announcer makes it official.]

RA: THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH- AUSTIN RAINES, WINSTON FIORRITO, DE'VEGAS BLACK, and DOMHNALL O'FLAHERTY!

[Domhnall threatens another throw, but a ticked off Winston Fiorrito. rolls into the ring and starts yelling at Domhnall, who bails the ring. Meanwhile, Ryan Martinez checks on Jorge Gomez who is just starting to sit up. One of the things Gomez sees is a triumphant De'Vegas Black gloating as the cameras fade.]
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Now let us retreat wench, for tonight, we feast on snobbery...
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The progression of the characters still participating has been a great thing to witness.
Have I told you how much I loathe your continued existence today?

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The progression of the characters still participating has been a great thing to witness.

I am getting worse with Adam, though. The consequence of trying to limit myself to 2 minute in-rings, I think ...

Expect a 20 k epic for the next card!
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