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| crimsonjoe | Nov 10 2010, 02:59 PM 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 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- tonight on BLANK SLATE WRESTLING! *** [As the commercials fade, we fade back to see Jackie and Phil at the announce table. Behind Phil is a large posterboard on an easel, covered up by a sheet] JT: Welcome to the sixth episode of Blank Slate Wrestling! We're continuing the first round of the BSW Tournament to crown its first season winner. Phil Anderson's volunteered to keep track of the tournament so far... [Phil stands up and walks over to the posterboard, pulling the sheet off. Behind is the following: ADAM JORGE GOMEZ ========== ========== JORGE GOMEZ DE'VEGAS BLACK DOMHNALL O'FLAHERTY DOMHNALL O'FLAHERTY AUSTIN RAINES ========== ========== RYAN MARTINEZ WINSTON FIORITTO ========== CLINT FLINT Phil picks up a pointer and speaks:] PA: OK, last week we had a couple of upsets. I'd be annoyed, but the World Series made it up for me. Gomez beat Adam in a close match, and O'Flaherty took down the biggest man in the tournament, De'Vegas Black. That should be a good semi-final, but we'll worry about that next week. For now, we're starting with Austin Raines and Ryan Martinez. Don't let the 'goody two shoes' label trick you- these two don't like each other. I still think this breaks down into a double DQ. Then we have Winston and Clint Flint. I picked Flint, and, well, given my track record, you might want to bet the ranch on Fioritto. Winston's a knockout specialist, Flint's in better condition. And if the Giant's win in the World Series taught me anything, it's to never bet against guys in flashy sunglasses. I'm sticking with Flint. JT: Lovely. Let's hear first from the people who wrestled last week! **** PROMO #1: JORGE GOMEZ [We cut to Big Al who is standing with rookie Jorge Gomez, dressed in a light blue button up shirt with long sleeves with the shirt tucked in, dark brown slacks and black dress shoes. Gomez looks surprisingly unhappy for someone who has made it to the semi-finals of a tournament.] Big Al: Folks I'm here with Jorge Gomez who last time got past Adam to advance in the tournament though afterwards Adam attacked you from behind and had you in a lot of trouble with that Fall of Man hold until Austin Raines and Ryan Martinez came out to save you. So the first question is how are you feeling after that sneak attack and the tough match and what are your thoughts on the sneak attack? JG: Con permiso, Señor Al... [Jorge looks out at the crowd and points to them.] JG: Hola, amigos! [POP] JG: Señor Al, before I address the match with Adam I want to thank all of these fans for believing in me and cheering me when I needed it the most! I heard all of you chanting my name and cheering me on! If it was not for all of you, I could not have won that match! So amigos, MUCHO GRACIAS! [POP] JG: Señor Al, the win over Adam wasn't my win alone, it belongs to ALL OF US! [Jorge motions to everyone in attendance who take this moment to cheer loudly for themselves! Jorge then points at the camera.] JG: Also all of you at home watching on the Television, it was a win for everyone! I couldn't have achieved it without all of you so again, Thank You! [Jorge pounds his chest.] JG: From mi corazon, mucho, MUCHO Gracias! [Amidst the cheers Gomez turns back to Big Al.] JG: Señor Al, a while back Adam, who blasphemes about being the first man, fate justly picked him last on the teams. Then, in our match, Adam finally achieved being first in something. [Al looks surprised.] Big Al: He did? JG: Si, señor. He was the FIRST eliminated! [POP] JG: Que lastima, Señor Al. It's a shame because Adam is a tough fighter, he has so much potential! But it's his character, his willingness for the wrong way, that leads to his stumbles. Attacking me after the match may have hurt my shoulder and neck, but it didn't bring you any further than you were before. Our victory and your defeat echo on for much longer time than your petty sneak attack afterwards. [Jorge points to his shoulder.] JG: Though my shoulder and neck are still a little stiff from his attack, I should be in good shape for the semi-finals. And I owe that to mi amigos, Austin Raines and Ryan Martinez! Amigos, Mucho Gracias, for watching out for me! I know both of you have some issues right now due to the spirit of competition, but I thank you both! If either one of you needs help you can be assured, I will be there for you both! [Pop] Big Al: Jorge, everything you are saying seems very positive but you don't look so upbeat as your words are trying to convey. What is the problem? [Gomez nods his head.] JG: The problem, Señor Al, is what happened in the match after mine. The man I was hoping to face in the semi-final, DeVegas Black, was eliminated by Domhnall O'Flaherty. I understand that these are the way these things go, and many congratulations to señor O'Flaherty for his well deserved victory. But still.. I really wanted to face DeVegas Black mano a mano! [Jorge sighs sadly, then looks at the crowd and he begins to nod his head and his mood seems to change.] JG: But, I can STILL face De'Vegas Black! [Confused Pop] Big Al: Ah, no Jorge. You literally can't! Your next opponent is... JG: I know, Señor Al. I know I am facing O'Flaherty next, and if WE.. [Jorge points to the crowd.] JG: Are able to get past him, we will be in the finals. I know I can't face DeVegas in this tournament.. BUT.. Whatever happens in this tournament.. Even if we make it all the way to the finals.. I STILL want to face DeVegas Black one on one, Mano a Mano! [POP] JG: If we make it to the finals I'll face him before OR after the finals! Whatever works out best for the bosses but please, do not deny me.. Do not deny ALL OF US... [POP] JG: We need to settle this issue with DeVegas one way or another! So DeVegas, stick around muchacho, because this little hombre and all his amigos... [POP] JG: Still have something to settle with you! Mucho Gracias everybody, ARRIBA! [Jorge pumps a fist in the air and walks over to shake hands, give high fives and embrace members of the audience! Big Al is in disbelief.] Big Al: Jorge Gomez says he wants DeVegas Black no matter what and is willing to fight him before or after the finals if he makes it that far! Unbelievable! **** PROMO #2: ADAM [Cut to Adam standing in the interview area. The young man with the clean-cut, Mid-Western looks is not dressed in his ring attire for once. Instead. He is wearing a white suit, a red shirt and a white tie. Nothing else has changed, though. His blond hair is still carefully parted to the left, his face is still very cleanly shaven and that smile, that content, serene smile, is still etched on his face.] “My friends, my people … my herd.“ [There are boos and jeers, of course, as the crowd immediately voices their rejection of the self-proclaimed First Man.] “In the past, I tried to bring you enlightenment. I wanted to lead you into a future full of goodness and righteousness that you are lacking in your life. I attempted to be the shining star to guide you on your way of improvement. Not tonight. “ [He slowly shakes his head.] “For tonight, I have to confess my own failure. On the last show, I promised to overcome the obstacle put into my way, one Jorge Gomez, and advance in the tournament in the name and for the glory of our Lord … and it was not to be. Like Lot's wife, I succumbed to a moment of weakness, a split second of diverting my attention … and it cost me all.” [Adam hangs his head for a few seconds, then looks back up again. The smile has not faded.] “I was pinned for the three count and there is nothing to belittle that moment of shame. Enraged, I at least tried to share my suffering with Jorge, to make the sinner see that our Lord does not approve of his attitude and actions, that it was His wish for me to advance. But even then, Ryan Martinez and Austin Raines dared to spoil my work in His name and broke up the Fall of Man.” [The First Man raises a lecturing index finger at the camera.] “All of this has been noted. All of this will not be forgotten.” [Suddenly, he drops to his knees and gazes towards the ceiling, his left hand clutching his shirt.] “I ask your forgiveness! I ask for redemption! I implore you to make your enemies writhe in pain, just like you tortured the Egyptians! And I ask you for a chance to make me the instrument of your punishment, your rage! [His eyes travel back to the camera. Still kneeling, still smiling.] “To resume my place as the First Man in Blank Slate Wrestling, to topple those who have risen past me, to bath again in His favor … someone else will have to … SUFFER THE FALL!” **** PROMO #3: DOMNHALL O'FLAHERTY [BSW BANNER~!] DO: The proof, they say, is in the pudding. [That's right, it's Domhnall O'Flaherty and, for some reason, since he's not wrestling, he's chosen to wear a rather nice sweater and slacks outfit with a vest over the lovely woolen garment. Dom also wears sunglasses and, during his pregnant pause, flips the clip-on lenses up to peer at the camera. Oh my, yes, he actually wears glasses when not wrestling. Corrective lenses and everything!] DO: De'Vegas ... didn't stand a chance. I _buried_ him. I can say that, can't I? That's a shoppe term, yeah? Wouldn't want to show all the cogs in the machine but, yeah, that's it. Figuratively and almost literally as his head struck the canvas with a sick crunch. That tingling you feel in your fingertips, Mister Black? That will go away eventually ... if you're lucky. [Unclenching his other hand from his side, Dom raises a designer coffee from Starbucks up to his lips. A quick "hm!" indicates that he likes his tasty burned-bean-based caffeinated beverage.] DO: Woof! Now that's some good java. Maybe needs just a tad of that Irish Cream. But no, save that for the pub. [He's actually much much more relaxed tonight than in previous weeks. It's eerie.] DO: I honestly can't tell you for even a moment what I'm doing here. Perhaps I'm just lingering because there's a camera trained on me. There is, after all, something to be said for exposure. Were I not interested in exposure I'd still be tossing unruly gits out on their ears from whatever pub cared to pay me that evening. Heh, but no, there is something to be said this week ... by me ... about the nitwits that haven't gotten the memo just yet. First off, Jorge Gomez. [Finishing his beverage, Dom tosses the cup aside with an offhand gesture before giving a satisfied sigh.] DO: This much I will say; you've shown that you can work some magic in that ring that I haven't seen elsewhere. Mind you, my experience in this business is limited to BSW, but still, impressive. On the surface you're built to be beaten by someone like myself. Small, easily lifted, angled, dropped and driven. All it takes is the hooking of a single to stop that momentum of yours, which leads to a locking of fingers and finally to a body overturned, controlled ... and destroyed. Even better, I hear rumors that you're upset that you and Mister Black won't be meeting in the semifinals. Too bad, so sad, write a book about it. Please, by all means, hold onto that anger, bring it to the ring with you next week. I'm sure it'll take you far, like upside down and six feet under my feet when I drop you on your head. [Smirking mirthlessly, Dom flips his sunglasses down.] DO: Ooo, and what else is in the news? Ah yes, there are two more matches! I think that I'll make some predictions! Maybe if I do it'll start a trend. Here we go. Okay, Clint Flint taking on Runt; I predict ... Flint will be knocked into a coma and I'll be the only one playing with his sunglasses from here until the end of BSW Season One! [Sunglasses flip up. Sunglasses flip down.] DO: And, oh my, this is an interesting one. Ryan Martinez against Austin Raines. Hrm. Two guys with little to nothing to offer the wrestling world, in my estimation, fighting in a match that nobody will care about. As long as I'm making predictions, I suppose I'll say that Martinez will win. After all, I softened Raines up after our 8-man tag match two weeks ago, didn't I? You're welcome Ryan. You're welcome. [Smirk. Nod. Cut~!] *** JT: Well, Domnhall sounded confident, Adam seemed angry, and Jorge still wants a shot at De'Vegas Black. CJR: It's always tricky walking that line between confident and arrogant. Right now Domnhall's on that line; he has the skill to win this tournament but if he keeps discounting his opponent he could be surprised. PA: Well, if Jorge keeps looking for Black he's in trouble. He's not facing De'Vegas Black- he's facing the guy that beat De'Vegas Black. And if Domnhall is discounting his opponents, Gomez is all but forgetting about his. CJR: It's not easy to get attacked and then not get a chance to fight back- but it's also sometimes the best thing. Winning this tournament would help Jorge Gomez more than a match with De'Vegas Black. JT: Now we're getting ready for the first match, so let's hear from Austin Raines and Ryan Martinez! *** PROMO #4: RYAN MARTINEZ [It looks like Ryan Martinez hasn't been shaving, nor has he had a haircut. His face is covered in black stubble, and his normally trimmed hair is looking longer than usual. His black BSW t-shirt is soaked in sweat, and his breathing is harder than usual. As Ryan stands in front of the BSW logo, its obvious that he hasn't been doing anything lately except training, preparing himself for tonight. Microphone in hand, Martinez begins to speak.] RM: I said I wasn't going to mention his name again, but I'm going to go back on my word, because I need to make a point. I have a famous relative, you might have heard of him, his name is Alex. When I called him up, to tell him I was going to be a wrestler, he wasn't happy. But despite that, he told me he'd help. He'd fly me up to Canada, get me a meeting, and probably get me a contract. It would be easy he said. Everything is taken care of, he said. Money and fame will be there waiting for me by the end of the day. I turned him down flat. [Ryan runs his hand down his sweaty face.] RM: The next morning, I was on a plane to Japan. I spent months in a foreign land, not knowing the language, and having almost no money. No one knew me there, and no one cared who I was. Which was just what I wanted. I spent a lot of time on the streets. No, on a street. Right outside a training dojo, a place where pro-wrestlers go to get trained. They wouldn't let me in. The teachers and trainees laughed at me, and refused to let me in. So I stayed. Eventually, a trainer came out and offered to let me inside. But before I came in, he handed me a mop. And I spent a lot of time mopping up other men's sweat, blood and teeth. I spent a longer time washing wrestler's dirty clothes. Finally, they said they'd train me. But what they meant was, they'd stretch out every joint in my body, try to break every bone they could get their hands on, and do their best to take me to the edge of life. It was hard, the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. Unrelenting, daily torture. Slowly grinding away everything soft in my body, and leaving me with hardly anything at all. It was the worst pain you could imagine. I loved it. [A hand now goes through his sweat soaked hair.] RM: When I was finally trained, when I finally knew what I was doing, and I got back to the states, guess who was at the airport? That's right, my rich, famous relative. He asked me to come with him to Phoenix. He's got it all worked out, he told me. I could be on the marquee in a month's time. So I signed on with BSW. I'm not telling this story so that anyone will feel sorry for me, or so that they'll respect me. I'm telling it because I want everyone to know what sort of man I am. I don't take the easy way. I don't accept shortcuts or handouts. I do everything the hard way. And whatever pain and torture I have to endure to get there. I'll love it. Austin Raines, you say you're better than me, but you're not. You don't have my heart, you don't have my integrity, and you can bet your last dollar you don't have the fighting spirit I have. You talk a good game. You say you're a good, honorable man, but your every action and word makes all of that an obvious lie. Arrogant men like you are always an inch away from a fall. And right now, as high as you're flying, you're right on the edge. And I'm planning on being the man to push you right over the ledge. I want nothing more than to win the BSW tournament. And when I want something? There's no obstacle I can't overcome. You might have confidence, but you don't have the guts or the spirit to make it all the way. And tonight? I'm going to prove that to you. [Dropping the microphone, Ryan Martinez walks away.] *** PROMO #5: AUSTIN RAINES [Austin stands in front of the BSW banner wearing a pair of black and silver wrestling tights with black boots and a matching black and silver hooded sleeveless boxer robe. The hood is lowered revealing the young features of Austin and his long black hair that has a number of additional white streaks added to it.] AR: Another week and it's another chance for me to step into the ring and do what I do better than anyone else in the BSW ... win. Ryan, we've traded barbs over the past few weeks and now those words are meaningless as we have opportunity to stand nose to nose in the ring. [A smirk crosses the face of Austin.] AR: And there is nothing I want more than to stand over you as you're counting the lights ... absorbing the realization that you're not as good as me ... [The smirk extends into a large smile.] AR: Yet, that shall not be the only realization you will have this week. See, you’re going to learn that it doesn't matter who you're related to there's always going to be someone better than you. And Ryan, I AM that someone. But seriously Ryan, don’t let that fact eat you alive after this week; for there really isn't anyone on my level when it comes to what I can do inside the square circle. I might be young, I might not be the greatest on the microphone ... and really I don't care that you and others view me as vanilla ...cause let's face it if I wanted to be known for my promos I be acting not wrestling. [Austin runs his right hand through his white streaked hair and sighs ever so slightly.] AR: The very first time I stepped out in front of the BSW camera I asked ever single promotion out there if they wanted to make the mistake of a lifetime by not signing the most dynamic in ring performer of this century … well do you want to make that mistake? [Austin raises the hood over his head as he walks away from the camera.] *** TOURNAMENT MATCH #1: RYAN MARTINEZ vs. AUSTIN RAINES [The opening guitar of "Yell Fire" by Michael Franti and Spearhead blares over the loudspeakers.] Ring Announcer: 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, body tensed, waiting for the bell.] [As "Better" by Guns N Roses begins to play a lone figure wearing a long black with silver 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 silver and his black wrestling boots. In a fluid motion he stands upon the top rope fully and does a back flip into the ring. As Austin removes the robe and hands it to the timekeeper, the bell rings] ((DING DING DING)) [They lock up, and Austin grabs Ryan in a headlock. Martinez lifts Austin up, but Austin flips backwards, lands on his feet, and trips Martinez from behind. Austin goes for a leglock, but Martinez stuns him with a forearm, then grabs him in a rollup for a one count. Raines kicks out, delivers a kick to the head of Ryan Martinez, then hits the ropes and delivers a somersault neck snap on Martinez. Raines hooks the leg, but Martinez kicks out at one, and both men get back to their feet.] JT: This is a classic power/speed matchup. Ryan is the strongest man left in the tournament, while Austin is a high-risk wrestler who likes to keep moving. [Another lockup, and Austin twists into an armwringer. Ryan Martinez delivers an overhand chop, then drives Raines to the corner. And chop loosens the armbar, and Martinez Irish whips Raines to the other corner. Martinez charges, but Raines climbs up the turnbuckle and leaps off with a moonsault to catch Martinez, knocking him to the mat. Raines follows up with an elbowdrop, then hooks the leg before a kickout at one. Raines hits the ropes, and leaps over a prone Martinez on the rebound. Raines bounces back...] JT: Powerslam by Martinez! PA: Damn... the floor vibrated on that. Remind me not to get Martinez mad. [Ryan Martinez cinches in a chinlock. The referee asks Austin Raines if he wants to submit, and Austin shouts 'NO!'. Martinez continues to twist the neck of Raines.] JT: Good move by Martinez. He's slowing the pace of the match down, which has to help him more than Austin Raines. CJR: One thing he should do- drive his knee into the back of Austin Raines. He's not doing that, and it'll make it easier for Raines to escape. But the overall idea is a good one. [Raines rotates and gets to his knees, then starts to stand up. Martinez switches to a snapmare to take Raines over, then drives a forearm to the back of Raines' neck.] JT: Ryan's working over the neck... I assume he's setting up for that brainbuster he likes to use as a finisher. [Raines starts to get back to his feet again... Martinez again goes to a snapmare...] JT: Austin Raines lands on his feet! Impressive agility by Raines! [Raines spins around, doubles over Martinez with a boot to the midsection, and delivers a DDT to take Martinez over. As Martinez rolls over, Raines hits the ropes and delivers a sliding dropkick to the head of Martinez. Raines follows up with a kneedrop and covers for a two count.] PA: Raines taking control with his speed. If R-Mart can't catch him, he can't hurt him. Big Al: R-Mart? [Raines goes to grab Martinez, who fires off a forearm to Raines. Raines spins around with a fist, and the two begin trading shots.] CJR: OK, this is a mistake by Raines. Exchanging strikes with Ryan Martinez is a losing proposition. [Martinez backs up Raines into the corner, then Irish whips him... Austin Raines reverse the whip, and as Martinez comes out of the corner, Raines charges at Martinez, and both men clothesline each other. Both men lie on the mat, and Martinez rolls out of the ring to regain his bearing.] PA: Good move by Martinez. You get your bell rung, give yourself a chance to catch your breath. But... JT: Here comes Air Raines! [Austin Raines gets to his feet, quickly bounces off the ropes, flies out of the ring, and crashes into Martinez just as Martinez turns around with a Tope. Both men hit the floor hard.] CJR: That's a concrete floor with no padding. Raines landed on Martinez, but neither man is feeling good right now. [The referee begins a count, and gets to four before Austin Raines gets to his feet. he starts to pick up Ryan Martinez with a figure comes out of the backstage area and blasts Raines with a forearm to the head.] JT: ADAM! Adam is out and interfering with the match! [Adam grabs Raines and chases out some fans, then drives his head into a one of the folding chairs. He grabs another chair, winds up... *CRACK* slams it against the back of Raines, then walks over... *CRACK* slams it against the chest of Ryan Martinez. Adam turns to face the audience, dropping the chair, looking down on both Raines and Martinez. He gets on his knees and clasps his hands together, the serene smile remaining on his face.] JT: This is ridiculous! Adam should be fired immediately for this... Big Al: Here comes Jorge Gomez! [From the backstage area, Jorge Gomez comes flying out. Gomez, still in his street clothes, tackles Adam from behind and throws Adam into the ring. Gomez hops up to the top rope and delivers a top rope dropkick into the face of Adam, driving Adam from the ring. Gomez continues to chase Adam as Adam heads towards the exit.] JT: Folks... we apologize. We need to go to a commercial, and we'll get things settled here. *** *** [The camera fades back in to see a doctor checking on both Ryan Martinez and Austin Raines, in the ring with "Crimson" Joe Reed and Big Al Lieberman. Jackie and Phil are standing by the announce table. After a moment, Jackie speaks to the camera.] JT: Folks, again we apologize. Adam has been thrown out of the building. We do not tolerate anyone interfering in the matches in BSW. Thank goodness Jorge Gomez was here to chase Adam out of the ring. I can promise you he won't be back tonight. And... Big Al was in the ring. What's the status? Big Al: Well, we do have some good news. Neither Ryan Martinez nor Austin Raines wants the match to end in a double disqualification, and they've both asked to restart the match. the doctor says both are fine, and he's going to allow the match to continue. JT: And Adam? Big Al: Well, there's been talk of firing him. But I also know there's two- three counting Jorge Gomez- wrestlers who would really like to get their hands on him, so I wouldn't be surprised if he had one more match first. JT: All right. Well, it looks like both Ryan Martinez and Austin Raines are ready to continue, so we'll head back to the ring to finish this match. *** TOURNAMENT MATCH #1 (CONTINUED): RYAN MARTINEZ vs. AUSTIN RAINES ((DING DING DING)) [Both men lock up, and Raines grabs a headlock. Martinez shoves him off into the rebound, and knocks Raines down with a shoulderblock. Martinez goes to grab Raines but Austin Raines goes for a small package... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Both men get up, and Raines leaps up with a headscissors to take Martinez over.] JT: OK, both men were attacked, and the match has restarted. Does this help either man? PA: Both were swatted with a chair... on the other hand, Raines lost the momentum he had. If anyone's hurt, it's more likely him. CJR: Five minutes after the match ends, the bruises that you ignored earlier start to hurt. Both of them are feeling it more than if the match had never stopped. That might favor Ryan Martinez, because he's bigger, but it's hard to tell. [Raines keeps the headscissors locked in as Martinez attempts to kick out of it, failing twice. Then Martinez rolls over and starts to get to his feet, standing up with Raines still locked in.] JT: That's an impressive display of power by Martinez. He's still standing... by the corner... drops Austin face-first onto the top turnbuckle! [Martinez steadies himself by holding the top rope, then grabs Raines and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, before covering... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Raines gets to his feet, but is met by a flying shoulder tackle from Martinez, who covers... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Raines starts to get to his feet, but Ryan Martinez doubles him over with a boot, then lifts up for a powerbomb... Raines rotates through, grabs Ryan Martinez, and slams him face-first into the mat. Raines quickly bounces off the ropes and delivers a somersault legdrop to Martinez, then covers... 1... 2... KICKOUT!] JT: Several quick two counts, but neither man is able to put the other away. PA: And now Raines is dragging Martinez over and sitting him on the top turnbuckle... pretty impressive, considering how much Martinez outweighs him. [Austin Raines also climbs up and starts to pick up Martinez.] JT: He's going for the Raine Fall! If he hits this moonsault slam, that might put Martinez away! PA: Geez- can he flip Martinez over? [Before he gets a chance to, Ryan Martinez hooks his ankles around the top rope and shoves Raines off. Austin Raines falls, landing on the mat flat on his back. Martinez gets back, standing up on the top turnbuckle, and leaping off for an elbowdrop...] JT: MISSES! Both men are on the mat. PA: Raines went for a power move, R-Mart went for a high flying move, and both missed big-time. [The referee hits a count of six before Ryan Martinez sits up first. At seven he's on his feet just as Raines sits up. Martinez grabs Austin Raines in a front facelock and signals for the brainbuster. He lifts Raines up...] JT: Raines with a small package! 1... 2... ... KICKOUT! [Both men sit up, a little dazed, and start to stand. Raines gets to his feet quicker and leaps up, attempting a crucifix...] JT: Martinez stays on his feet.... pivots Raines... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! He hooks the leg! 1... 2... ... 3!!! ((DING DING DING)) [The crowd cheers as the referee raises the arm of Ryan Martinez.] CJR: Great match by both men. Martinez won and advanced but Austin Raines was very impressive here, using his Dynamic speed to almost dethrone the big man. [Raines looks frustrated, Martinez happy, both exhausted as "Big" Al makes it official.] "Big" Al: The winner of the match, and moving on in the tournament... RYAN MARTINEZ! [Raines gets to his feet first, and he and Martinez exchange words that aren't picked up by the camera. Then, Ryan Martinez offers his hand to Austin Raines- and Raines accepts. The crowd cheers both men as we cut to the announce table.] JT: Jorge Gomez. Domnhall O'Flaherty. Ryan Martinez. And in a few minutes, we'll see who the last member of BSW's Final Four is. Let's hear some comments by both men. *** PROMO #6: CLINT FLINT CF: Bro! Bro! Hey, bro! Guess who's the main event for tonight's show? Al: Well it sure looks to be you, Clint Fl- CF: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- [Fade into the BSW recording studio, where Clint Flint is standing in place, yelling like an idiot with his arms all up in the air. Sweat stains on his polo shirt betray his excitement at getting a shot to stardom, while Big Al Liebermann is forced to step back faced with such boundless enthusiasm. Thus do we join our promo already in progress.] CF: ~EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!! YEAH! Al: Jumpin' Jehosaphat! CF: Clint Flint is gonna be a *SUPERSTAR*!! Yo, screw the haters always talkin' about "honor" and "respect": if you ain't here to make mad money then you in the wrong place, holmes! Mr. Cooly Fooly makin' everybody jealous with his mad skills, mad talent; leavin' ya' all mad mad mad, bros!! Al: Clint Flint, settle down! On that road to stardom stands Winston Fioritto, the man with a hard right hand, an equally hard left and I bet his kicks hurt too! CF: Broflmao! You should know by now that wrestling is more about intelligence than strength or punching power. I'm a regular Brozymandias, Brometheus bringing forth the gift of mad skills to the broletariat. Deep like Broseidon and sick like bronchitis. I ain't broasting, brawling just ain't no match for Brahling, bro; and any brotions of Winston brohibiting the Bruiser Broski's brahsome brahscension would be brositively brobrosterous! [Blank stare from Big Al.] Al: Are you and Winston having a silly slang competition? Am I being ribbed, is that it? [Clint Flint takes a moment to fluff his popped collar and recover from his initial burst of excitement, staring into the hard cam and challenging his opponent directly.] CF: I ain't afraid of Winston, bro. In all his time here in BSW, that dumb talkin' doofus still hasn't learned a single wrestling maneuver. Me? I've been makin' innovation after innovation to this sport, showcasing moves no one ever SEEN before. Before Week 6, Crimson J was all Captain Falcon with the "Show me your moves" but only Clint Flint obliged. Cuz only Clint Flint had cool moves to show. Al: Well it is true nobody drops an elbow drop like you drop 'em, Clint. [Big Al suddenly imitating Clint Flint's overraught elbow drop from show 3, to Clint Flint's general disapproval.] CF: You mad bro? Because tonight, the Flintlock is gonna make that poser FAILston cry for his mommy: it's the most ironic finisher of all time whereas I break your leg, over your own leg. And I invented that. Soon enough, the whole world will finally take the *HINT* and acknowledge *CLINT FLINT* as the legit breakout star of BSW! [Fade out to the incredibly smug look over the shutter shaded one's face as the crowd collectively facepalms. Moving on...] *** PROMO # 7: WINSTON FIORITTO [The Runt leans up against the interview wall.] Oi, ya duckies out there know I bring it to that ring there an' ya caint wait fer me ta knock tha teef outta Clint Flint. Well-sa, we godda go in between those ropes an' havvus a bit of a branch. I don't plan on letting ya walk out of there wifout a few ribs snapped anna mouf fulla blood. Ye kin go and tell ya cheese and kisses that the old Ringer is gonna foul up that pritty mouf of yers, ya can put that china onna line wif these words, roight? [Winston adjusts his newsboy hat and chews on a toothpick.] Well, I dun make folks wait ta see me laying down the grist and dread in that ole fling. Wadda wont me ta say? More'en dat? I don't got nuffin more ta say so sod off! [Fioritto makes his way to the ring.] *** MATCH #2: CLINT FLINT vs. WINSTON FIORITTO [Fioritto gets into the ring and the referee sounds the bell.] ((DING DING DING)) [They lock up, and Flint shoves Fioritto away. Flint flexes his arms and grins. Another lock up, and this time Fioritto shoves Flint to the mat. This time it's Winston who flexes his biceps as Flint pounds the mat once before getting to his feet. Clint Flint raises his hands for a knucklelock, mocking his height advantage over "The Runt".] PA: You know, Clint's got talent. But you don't pull the mask off the Lone Ranger, you don't step on Superman's cape, and I'm not really sure it's a good idea to make fun of someone who thinks pounding your face into Bangers and Mash is a good way to spend a Thursday. JT: It's a poor decision by Flint. But really- does he make any other kind? [Flint starts to lower his arms, and finally Fioritto is able to lock knuckles. They start to cinch in, when Flint boots Winston in the stomach twice, followed by picking Winston up and bodyslamming him to the mat. Flint turns around and gives a large "Thumb's up" gesture to Big Al, then turns around and eats a right hand by Fioritto. Flint drops to the mat, and Fioritto begins kicking away at Flint.] JT: Winston pummeling Flint- and Flint rolls out of the ring! [Flint recovers, keeping an eye on Winston. Fioritto tries to follow but the referee stops him, giving Flint a chance to re-enter the ring. They go to lock up, and Flint rakes the eyes to blind Winston. He grabs Winston's right arm and twists it, then cinches in an armbar. Winston makes a fist with his left hand but Flint adds pressure to the armbar. Flint looks out the announcer's table.] CF: "I'M WORKING THE ARM HERE! BECAUSE HE'S A BRAWLER, YOU SEE? I'M TOO SMART FOR WRESTLING, BROS!" JT: Yes, you're very smart. Now shut up. [Flint follows up by trying to force Winston down onto the mat, but does a poor job, landing stomach-first on the mat. Winston is able to free his arm out from underneath Flint.] PA: Plus ten points for strategy. Minus one million for execution, Clint. [Winston balls up his fists, and Flint gets to his knees, backing up to the corner, raising his hands. flint starts pointing out the illegality of the closed fist, but his argument is interrupted as Fioritto blasts Flint in the solar plexus with a boot, then fires off an uppercut that sends Flint flying upward a good foot before landing. Winston covers... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Winston follows up by grabbing Flint and whipping him to the ropes. On the rebound, Winston goes for a backdrop, but Flint leapfrogs over him. On the other side, Winston goes for a clothesline, but Flint delivers a cartwheel to avoid the clothesline as he hits the opposite side of the ring. On that rebound, Flint leaps up and connects with a dropkick that caught Winston on the head, causing Fioritto to drop. Clint poses, then covers... 1... 2... KICKOUT!] CJR: Here's the thing about Clint. Athletically, he might be the most well-rounded wrestler in BSW. De'Vegas and Ryan Martinez are bigger and stronger, Jorge Gomez and Austin Raines are quicker, but Clint is big enough and fast enough to give every other wrestler matchup problems. And it's not that he doesn't know how to put on the moves correctly- at this stage in their careers, everyone has that problem. Clint's problem is that he doesn't know that he still needs to learn. Everyone else will make a mistake and know not to do that again. Clint makes a mistake- and keeps making it. [Flint picks up Winston and whips him into the corner, then charges, driving a knee into Winston's ribs. Fioritto stumbles out of the corner and hits the mat. Clint signals for the elbow drop...] Big Al: Oh, not this again. [Flint hits the ropes, shucks, jives, does the Hokey Pokey, drops the elbow...] JT: MISSED! Winston rolled over and Flint hit the mat! PA: You don't have to sound too happy over that, Jackie. [Clint Flint clutches his elbow and starts to stand, but Winston grabs Flint and delivers a series of three elbowdrops to the top of Flint's head. Flint stumbles, and Winston charges and delivers an axehandle to the neck of Flint. Winston scoops up Flint, and an impressive display of power, powerslams him to the mat. He quickly covers... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Flint takes a swing, but Winston steps out of the way, grabs Flint by the ears, rears back and...] JT: Headbutt! Flint goes flying back! PA: Winston is thick skulled... I don't mean that as an insult. He really _does_ have a hard head. [Flint hits the mat, and Winston covers... 1... 2... ... ...] JT: FOOT ON THE ROPE! The referee stops the count. [Winston gets up, arms in the air, before realizing that the referee has stopped the count and is pointing at the ropes. Winston shakes his head and goes to pick up Flint, but Flint delivers a shot to the ribs, then picks up Winston and drops him side-first onto Flint's knee. As Winston starts to stand, Flint reaches around, and delivers a Halo Neckbreaker to send Winston to the mat. Flint gets up and signals for the Flintlock...] JT: He's worked on the arms and ribs the entire match, and then tries to finish up with a leglock? PA: Flint's mind works in mysterious ways. [Clint Flint grabs the leg and spins around. As he does so, Winston uses his other leg to launch Flint back-first into the cornerpost. Winston heads to Clint to grab him when Clint reaches down and trips up Winston, covering him... 1...] JT: Clint Flint just put both legs on the ropes! [2... ... 3!!!!] ((DING DING DING)) JT: Oh, this is a travesty! Flint wins, but only by cheating! [As a jubilant, laughing Clint Flint leaps up and down, the referee raises his arm and "Big" Al Lieberman makes it official.] "Big" Al: The winner of the match- and moving on in the tournament- CLINT FLINT! [Flint continues to leap up and down, pointing at himself, turning around... ... and eating a roundhouse from Winston that sends Flint sprawling out of the ring. Flint rolls over and, seeing Winston climbing out of the ring, starts to back away, still raising his right arm in the air (and using his left arm to check if his nose is broken)] PA: Well, we have our final four. Jorge Gomez, Domnhall O'Flaherty, Ryan Martinez, and Clint Flint move on to the second round of the tournament. JT: And next week, Gomez takes on O'Flaherty while Martinez and Clint Flint meet to see who goes to the finals. And I don't think Adam, Austin Raines, or Winston Fioritto are going to be quiet about how things have been in BSW so far. Until next week, thanks for watching! [Fade out] |
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| Overly_Critical_Jue | Nov 10 2010, 04:34 PM Post #2 |
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Amigo, I ain't anybody but Juan Vasquez!
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Ryan Martinez is a moron.
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| DaveG | Nov 10 2010, 04:54 PM Post #3 |
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Bushido Brown
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Hey! .... Well, probably, yeah. |
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