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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 29 2010, 07:47 AM (460 Views) | |
| crimsonjoe | Nov 29 2010, 07:47 AM Post #1 |
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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- 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 seventh episode of Blank Slate Wrestling! We're moving on to the semi-finals 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 ========= RYAN MARTINEZ WINSTON FIORITTO CLINT FLINT CLINT FLINT Phil picks up a pointer and speaks:] PA: OK, Ryan Martinez beat Austin Raines in a battle of white hats, and Clint Flint pulled out a win over Winston Fioritto. Now we’re down to the final four. In the first match, Jorge Gomez takes on Domhnall O’Flaherty. Now, as the old saying goes, The Race isn’t always to the fastest, and the fight ain’t always to the stronger- but that’s the way to bet. In this case, go for our Irishmen to move on to the finals. Then, Flint against Martinez. I picked Flint to win it all at the start, and just Ryan is only winning when it’s Raines… [Jackie audibly groans] PA: Thanks. I spent ten minutes on that one. Anyways, bet on Flint. JT: I’m going to try and forget you said that Garbage. Let's hear first from the people who aren’t on tonight’s card! **** PROMO #1: ADAM [Cut to Big Al standing beside Adam. The First Man is once again wearing his white suit, red shirt, white tie combination. Al addresses him with a stern expression on his face.] Big Al: Adam, two weeks ago you shocked the audience of BSW with your blatant disregard for rules and sportsmanship when you interrupted the match between Ryan Martinez and Austin Raines. Discussions and speculation about the consequences of your actions have been rampant. What can you say in your defense? [Adam nods and smiles as he takes the mic from the interviewer.] Adam: Defense? I see no need to defend myself in front of you ... (he jabs his finger into the chest of Al who takes backpedals a step) ... in front of them ... (Adam swings his index finger around, pointing at all the fans and stopping only to point at a particular group) ... or even those people. [He lets the index finger hang a moment in the air, fixed on the panel and Joe Reed in particular.] Adam: Does the shepherd care for the annoying bleating of his herd when he brings into to order? No. You see, I do not accept your precious rules. I do no bow to your authortiy. I listen to THE LORD (Adam shouts out those two words) and that is the only law the governs the ways of the First Man. What you saw two weeks ago was nothing more and nothing less than eye for an eye. Martinez and Raines have taken my name in vain once too many and my vengeance came over them. I only wish I could have hurt them more. [Once again, Adam turns his back on Al and faces the panel.] Adam: What do you say, Reed? Will you punish me by denying me one last shot at redemption? Will you exclude me from the Supercard Final as a petty show of authority? Or ... or will you grant me one final shot at the blasphemers? I hope and ,,, pray ... that you will do the right thing. [Adam turns to Big Al to hand him the mic but just before handing it back, just drops it and walks off, ignoring the jeers of the crowd.| **** PROMO #2: WINSTON FIORITTO [No Big Al, just a BSW backdrop and the Runt, Winston Fioritto, standing in front of it in an old Motorhead t-shirt, brown vest, dark jeans, menacing boots, mutton chops and his very stylish newsboy hat. The Ringer cracks his knuckles.] So ole Skin Flint gets his way wif a little bit ovva Danny Sweet, thassit? Tucked the pail an' set off to his mum's saintlies. That's ta be expecced wif a groat like 'im. 'e don't got the Monte Halls or the Gets ta get by any ova way. [Fioritto cracks his neck.] 'e's not the bloke I gotta beef wif anyways. Not Skinny, not the thick brick, nunnuv them others 'cept that nancy Cryin' Martinez. [Our Cockney friend let's out a little laugh.] Wuzzat you say? Runt, wot's a berk like Martinez evva done ta you? Well, I'm roight ta tell ya! He tries ta not ride his Peter Pan's shiny wots but it's nothing but porkies, nuffin anyone wif two cents in the pan can't unnerstan is bollocks! I could let that go, but whenny first done opened the north an' south, he took the piss. Lemme talk slow so ya septics can unnerstan' [The Ringer clears his troat.] Oh, big bad Ryan Martinez, 'e gonna be a big star on that grid iron. Not footy, not rounders but rugby's Doris Day like cousin... translated is a bit of a swishy sissy kinna sport but that's not 'ere or dere. That's not wot got me all up in a tizzy, all Mum an' Dad seeing red anna like. No, wot got me is 'im telling us all 'e up an' left his mates. [Looking directly into the camera, Winston shakes his head... and his accent returns because he seems annoyed.] Oh, sure, sometimes ya can't be of any 'elp, like when ya skint an wotnot, but because anuvva bloke says you're betta than most of those other wankers you leave an' go ride yer daddy's arse,going up 'is bloody Khymber Pass is not wot I would call respectable. Insteada 'olding yer 'ead up 'igh an' leading, ya throw a university's gift of a scholarship in their faces, take the piss outta the coaches an' fans but also yer mates onna team? No, that don't sit right with the Ringer. Yer nuffin but a lil' whingey granny flat an' I'm tired of all the resta them blighters like the bloody fart Joe Reed all up inya wif praise when wot you deserve nuffin but contempt for tucking tail. [Winston adjusts his sweet hat.] So, 'ere's wot's gonna 'appen. I'm going to punch one of yer teeth out, Ryan. Ya little twerp. Yer bloody well lucky I can't bring me knucks, pooly or iron wif me else I'd leave you wif yer festivals up innya and the resta ya out there ta rot, all brown bread yer dead. So I'm wishing you misfortune. Anyone else, I'm not fightin' cos I don't got nuffin more ta prove 'ere. [And the Runt shoves off.] **** PROMO #3: AUSTIN RAINES [Austin Raines attired in a long sleeve t-shirt and blue jeans stands before the BSW banner. He appears frustrated as he runs his hands through his hair.] AR: I can't believe what happened ... I can't grasp my mind around the fact that Ryan Martinez is getting my shot ... my chance at glory ... [Austin looks down and paces for a few steps before he resumes speaking.] AR: It's not the way I envisioned my legacy starting ... [Austin turns around and begins to mutter under his breath for a few moments. When he faces the camera again he looks visibly frustrated.] AR: Seriously it wasn't supposed to be this way! Damn it! [Austin pauses and takes a deep breath before exhaling. He turns to face off camera for a moment as he speaks.] AR: I apologize for the language. Want me to restart? No ... okay. [Austin turns to face the camera the frustration slowly fading from his face.] AR: I apologize to my fans who were catching Dynamic Fever. Night after night you would come out and cheer me on, forcing me to meet the challenges before me and raising the bar for the rest of this BSW class ... and yet when it matters the most I just couldn't get the job done! [Austin once again runs his hands through his hair.] AR: I could take the easy way out and claim that Adam's interference is the reason I was a step off the rest of the match but you know what for one night Ryan ... for one night you were the better man. [Austin pauses.] AR: Now I'll sit back and watch as you take apart the fool of the BSW Clint Flint. Actually ... I'm turning my sights on Adam ... Yeah, I can stand here and take my loss in front of the BSW brass and the great BSW fans but the truth of the matter is if it wasn't for your interference Adam this could be a completely different interview from me. On the next BSW show Adam ... I don't care if we have a match or not I'm going to be getting my redemption! [Austin just walks away from the camera.] **** [“Crimson” Joe Reed takes his seat with Jackie and Phil at the announcer’s table.] CJR: Before we get to our matches, I’d like to make an announcement. Next week is our season finale, and it’s a special 2 hour BSW. We’re still putting together the event, but I can make two announcements. First, the finals of the BSW tournament will be shown next week, and to prevent any interference, it will be fought under ‘Locked Door’ rules, meaning that no interference by any outsiders will be tolerated. [Applause from the fans as Joe continues.] CJR: And second, we are trying to get everyone on the card, but I can announce one match. While I’m very tempted to just fire Adam for his actions, Austin Raines has requested a match against the man. I’m ‘old school’ enough to want to give Austin a chance to get revenge, so I’m pleased to announce that next week, AUSTIN RAINES will take one ADAM in a one-on-one match! [More applause especially from those who want to see Raines get his hands on Adam] JT: We hope to have the rest of the card announced by the end of tonight’s show- but let’s hear from the first two competitors! **** PROMO #4: JORGE GOMEZ We cut to Big Al who is standing with semi-finalist Jorge Gomez, dressed in his wrestling gear and smile on his face.] Big Al: Alright, with me right now is Jorge Gomez who will face Domhnall O'Flaherty in just a bit in a semi-final match but Jorge, we have to talk about the can or three of worms you opened last week. JG: Si, Señor Al, we will get to that but first... [Jorge points at the crowd.] JG: Hola, amigos! [POP] Big Al: The fans like you Jorge, you've won them over by conquering the language barrier and you've gotten much needed confidence but even they must be as taken aback as the rest of us about the last time we saw you. You said you were willing to compete in the tournament AND face De'Vegas Black, in the same night if need be. Some folks are saying that you are not taking this tournament seriously enough, Jorge. [Jorge nods.] JG: Señor Al, last time I said some outrageous, even absurd things. I never meant to show any disrespect to this competition, but intentional or not I did let De'Vegas Black get to me beyond all rational thinking and the words I said came off in a bad way. Lo siento, to Señor Reed, Señorita Trainor, Señor Anderson and you, Señor Al. Please accept my apologies and understand I was just taken over by my passion. Big Al: So does this mean you no longer want to fight De'Vegas Black? JG: I DO want to face him, but I want to win this tournament even more! I definitely no longer offer to face him and fight in the tournament all in the same night! Big Al: OK. You seem to have returned your focus on the prize, Jorge. So let's talk about your match, a semi-final bout between yourself and Domhnall O'Flaherty. If you win Jorge, you're going to the finals. [POP] [Jorge smiles and winks at the crowd cheering for that.] JG: Mucho gracias, amigos. Señor Al, I know so much is on the line. Everything, the biggest opportunity of my young career, it's on the line. My opponent, he throws people on their heads and is very dangerous. Señor O'Flaherty is an incredible competitor and I know that to get by him I will have to find something inside, go to a place that maybe I have never been to before in my heart, to overcome him in battle and take one more step towards the finals. For all my talk of De'Vegas Black, this is the man who crushed the big hombre as if he was nothing. So right now I am David facing Goliath and everything is on the line. Big Al: He has size, weight and strength over you Jorge. Some would say he has a definite advantage over you. JG: You are saying I am the underdog, no? Big Al: Yes, Jorge. Ah, si! [Jorge nods at Al.] JG: Si. Well, there are advantages to being the underdog, amigos. For one you have all mi amigos.. [Gomez points to the crowd, who cheer.] JG: They're all on your side when things look bad. They stomp, they cheer, they scream they give you the energy to find something inside of yourself to overcome all the odds. Also, you know you are in a fight before it starts. The odds are against you, so going into it you are prepared to explore new areas in your corazon to overcome them. They say adversity introduces an hombre to himself, no? I know O'Flaherty is the mountain and I am the little climber without all the tools they say I need to climb it. But.. [Jorge points towards the ring.] JG: Pequeño Jorge will climb that mountain! I will step into the ring, I will look into the eyes of the giant and I will combat Goliath with mi lucha libre, mi corazon and the cheers and help of all mi amigos! [He now points at the crowd once again, who cheer for themselves.] JG: Vamanos Amigos! Win or lose, let us show them the synergy and heart we have! Together we will climb the summit or we will leave a good looking corpse in a blaze of glory! Arriba, Amigos! To your feet and with our hearts, let's battle our way into the finals! Vamanos! [POP as Jorge pumps a fist and walks over to the crowd and begins high fiving fans and getting embraces from ladies and young children.] Big Al: Jorge Gomez may be the smallest man here but maybe he has the biggest fight as well, guys back to you! [Jorge runs back over to Al and puts his arm around the interviewer surprising him. Jorge leans into Al's microphone.] JG: Vamanos! Vamanos! Vamanos! Crowd: Vamanos! Vamanos! Vamanos! [Gomez pumps his arms into the air and steps away from Al and the interviewer shakes his head.] Crowd: Vamanos! Vamanos! Vamanos! Big Al: Back to you guys! **** PROMO #5: DOMHNALL O’FLAHERTY [In his ring gear, standing before the BSW banner, is Domhnall O'Flaherty. The green and black singlet he wears forms a stark contrast with his intensely pale skin and the red roots of his spiky dyed black hair.] DO: It's been quite the journey thusfar, no? The critics, the fans, my peers and a camera in every corner of the room, capturing it all for posterity. A young man from the Emerald Isle, set adrift in a veritable river of talent and told to swim against the current. Have I done well in this environment? Damned right I have. [Hands on his hips, Dom gets preachy.] DO: I ask you now, what man in this competition has shown more than I? When set against a titan of a man, De'Vegas Black, I met him full-on and upended him with my devastating finisher; the Celtic Cross. The only time I've ever really been overcome is when I was eliminated from the battle royal when half the men in BSW decided they'd had enough of me. A mutual sensation, I'm sure, blokes. [Check the hair. Smirk. Yeah...] DO: And now ... Jorge Gomez. Jorge, really, I respect ya, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise. It takes real courage for someone like you to step in there and do what you do against more powerful men. If there's anything I've learned since stepping into this business at the start of the competition ... it's that overconfidence leads to heartbreak. So when people say that I'm fallin' off the wrong side of the razor's edge between confidence and cockiness ... know too that that ain't true. I know my capabilities, and, after watchin' you intently, I know yours. [Nod for emphasis.] DO: But think about it; who holds the power? Is it the rubber ball or the hand that bounces, smacks, throws or otherwise abuses it? Can a housecat bring down a great white stag? Perhaps an army of housecats, true, but not one by it's own self. It's foolish to believe otherwise. So, please, by all means, leap through the air tonight my friend. Prove to me and to all who watch that you are that housecat, that bouncing ball; in short, a man who can win only by flying. I, on the other hand, will await your assault like a ancient pikeman obeying his lieutenant's order "Set to receive charge!" Come Jorge, let's do this. Come, be impaled. Heh. Come on... [Wander off, stage right. Cut~!] **** MATCH #1: JORGE GOMEZ vs. DOMHNALL O’FLAHERTY [Flaherty walks right from the interview area to the ring, cracking his knuckles as he climbs through the ropes. Then, "Cielito Lindo" plays over the PA and out walks Jorge Gomez, dressed in his wrestling gear. As he walks out he stops and pumps his fist into the air and yells out "Vamanos" and suddenly the crowd..] Crowd: Vamanos! Vamanos! Vamanos! [A big smile is on Gomez's face and a fire in his eyes. He gives out high fives and embraces with female fans and young fans. Jorge gets to the ring steps, walks up them and stands on the ring apron and motions upwards with his hands and the chant begins anew...] Crowd: Vamanos! Vamanos! Vamanos! [Jorge grabs the ropes and leaps inside the ring, then sprints up to the 2nd turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air and the crowd let him have it!] Crowd: Vamanos! Vamanos! Vamanos! [Jorge cries out "ARRIBA!" and then he hops off the turnbuckle and goes to his corner as the music fades.] **** PROMO #6: De’VEGAS BLACK [As the match is about to begin the crowd shows their displeasure as the huge figure of De'Vegas Black steps out on the ramp decked out in black dress pants and a pink dress shirt. The big man shakes his head as he walks down the ramp, eyeballing Gomez as he walks around the ring. He sits down at the announcers table, ignoring the outstretched hand of JT. Black puts on his headset as the bell rings.] JT: What a surprise. we weren't expecting you out here tonight De'Vegas. DB: You can call me Mr. Black. And no, you weren't expecting me out here tonight, but here i am. I wanted to get a up-close and good look view of this match tonight. PA: Well it's no secret you and Gomez seem to have a little rift going since Week one of Blank Slate Wrestling. DB: You know, i come here, i mind my business and i do my thing. I go home. That is what I do. This little Mexican here runs off his mouth like he is some kind of legend in this business or that his opinion really matters. The guy got lucky and beat me- once. Now he walks around like some kind of big shot? Give me a break. JT: Well you did get some form of revenge... DB: Yeah and we saw how he turned out didn't we? Let me tell you something, that was a fair warning for Super Taco to stay outta my face. A little gift from me to remind him of what i could do to him if he pisses me off. Obviously he didn't get the hint. ((DING DING DING)) [Domhnall goes for a lockup but Gomez surprises him with a standing dropkick to send the Sambo fighter back into the ropes. On the rebound, Gomez grabs a quick armdrag takeover and locks in an armbar. Domhnall gets back to his feet and shoves Gomez into the ropes, then Irish whips him to the opposite side. On the rebound, Domhnall goes for a lariat, but Gomez ducks underneath. Then, on the other side, Domhnall tries to grab Gomez but Gomez leaps up, grabs Domhnall in a headscissors takeover, and brings him to the mat!] JT: An excellent and dominating start by the luchador Jorge Gomez! CJR: A fast start. Domhnall cannot win a footrace against Gomez. [Domhnall reaches the ropes, and the referee orders a break. Both men get to their feet, and Domhnall goes for a forearm shot. Gomez ducks, and delivers an open-hand SLAP to Domhnall, which stops the Irish wrestler in his tracks and turns him red-faced as he stares at Gomez.] PA: And here was the turning point that led to the untimely demise of one Jorge Gomez. [Domhnall starts to chase Gomez, who slides under the ropes. Domhnall follows outside the ring, and Gomez runs around the outside the ring. Domhnall gives chase as Gomez slides under the ropes, but as Domhnall starts to climb back into the ring…] JT: DROPKICK! Domhnall falls back out to the floor… CJR: Gomez is causing Domhnall to lose his tem… JT: HERE COMES GOMEZ! [Jorge Gomez runs to the ropes as Domhnall starts to get back to his feet, bounces off the ropes, delivers a cartwheel into a backwards flip over the ropes and planchas Domhnall out on the concrete floor! The crowd pops madly as Gomez gets to his feet, raising his arms in the air.] JT: A fantastic move by Jorge Gomez! [Gomez rolls Domhnall into the ring and hooks the leg… 1… 2… KICKOUT!] CJR: He’s taken Domhnall completely out of his game and into Jorge’s wheelhouse. If Domhnall doesn’t find an answer Gomez will win the match and move onto the finals. DB: The Mexican Lawndart is out of his league in that ring man. I said it from the beginning when I first saw him walk into the dressingroom. This guy is a punk. He made it here because some of us- like me, weren't at the top of his game. I'm man enough to admit that. I didn't come focused enough and that's why I'm sitting out here with you instead of in that ring. Gomez is there because he got lucky, plain and simple. JT: That ‘punk’ beat Adam, is in the semi-finals… and threw you out of the ring in the Battle Royale. I’m sure Phil would love to have that much ‘luck’. [Gomez goes back to a headscissors, this time in the center of the ring where Domhnall can’t reach the ropes. As the referee asks about a submission (and learns some Irish curses as a response), Domhnall sits up, then tries to get Gomez off his mat to slam him. As Dom stands, Gomez pivots and twists into a crucifix and attempts to take Domhnall over, but Domhnall grabs onto the ropes, stays there for a second, then falls back, sending Gomez crashing to the mat with a Samoan Drop. Domhnall follows up by shoving Gomez into the corner and delivering a shoulderblock .] PA: And now that he’s been slowed down, O’Flaherty can take control of the match. DB: Say what you want but Dumbhill or whatever is really taking Gomez to school. I'm tired of watching this garbage man. I'm outta here. [De'Vegas Black stands, drops his headset and walks past the ring, he stops as Gomez and thrown into the ropes, seeing the ref out of position, Black trips him up. Gomez quickly turns and points a finger, Black holds up his hands saying 'It wasn't him.' Giving Domhnall a chance to take advantage with a club to the back. Black chuckles as he walks backwards up the ramp shaking his head at Gomez before turning and heading through the curtains.] JT: That SNAKE! He’s so jealous of the success of Jorge Gomez that he can’t just leave the match alone. CJR: First Adam’s attack, now this. I know these attacks aren’t anything compared to many leagues, but BSW is a fed for rookies. PA: I have to agree. If you want to cheat, fine, but have the spine to do it yourself. Don’t bother other people’s matches. [Domhnall continues to control the match with a backbreaker, then a cover for a two count. Domhnall whips Gomez into the ropes and goes for a backdrop, but Gomez leaps over Domhnall and spin-kicks Domhnall in the rear. A furious and embarrassed Domhnall spins around and lunges for Gomez, but Gomez sidesteps and kicks Domhnall in the rear again. Domhnall, feints another lunge… waits for Gomez to sidestep again… grabs Gomez from behind and delivers an overhead suplex right oonto the turnbuckle! Gomez crumbles to the mat in a heap.] PA: NOW we can write the obituary of Jorge Gomez. [Instead of covering, Domhnall starts hammering Gomez with a series of forearms.] CJR: This is a mistake. Domhnall should be going for the win. Gomez has already proven he can match Domhnall move for move. If he has a chance to end this, he should. [Domhnall delivers a gutwrench suplex, then covers… 1… 2… KICKOUT! He picks up the much smaller Gomez and lifts up for a big-throwing suplex, but Gomez rotates and lands on his feet! As Domhnall gets back to his feet, Gomez leaps up and delivers a monkey flip to take Domhnall over. As O'Flaherty scrambles to his feet Jorge springboards off the second rope and hits a dropkick which sends the big man stumbling through the ropes to the apron. Jorge then runs off the ropes and as O'Flaherty gets to his feet hits a baseball slide taking Domhnall's legs out from under him and causing him to fall to the floor but his face hits the ring apron. Jorge pumps a fist to fire up the crowd and the crowd responds… “VAMANOS!” “VAMANOS!” “VAMANOS!”] JT: Gomez back in control! [Domhnall slowly gets back into the ring. Gomez grabs Domhnall and leaps up with a Rocker Dropper, then rolls over and hooks the leg … 1… 2… KICKOUT! Domhnall fires off a forearm to Jorge’s face to stun him, then hooks him in a front facelock for a vertical suplex. He lifts…] JT: SMALL PACKAGE BY GOMEZ! 1… 2… … KICKOUT! [The crowd ‘oohs’ at the near-fall. Domhnall attempts a clothesline, but Gomez sidesteps and fires off an enzuigiri. Gomez quickly scrambles up to the top rope, and as Domnhall starts to stand up, Gomez leaps off…] JT: HURRICAN…. CAUGHT! Domhnall caught him in mid-air… PA: CELTIC CROSS! Domhnall just planted him! 1… 2… … 3!!! ((DING DING DING)) [A disappointed pop from the crowd as Big Al makes it official.] Big Al: The winner of the match… and moving on to the finals…. DOMHNALL O’FLAHERTY! JT: Such a close, close contest! Jorge almost pulled off a win, but Domhnall was able to catch him with that Celtic Cross to pull out a win. [Gomez gets back to his feet, disappointed. He kicks the bottom turnbuckle before heading over to Domhnall, who is also slow to get to his feet, and offers his hand. Domhnall pauses for a second before accepting it, and Jorge raises Domhnall’s arm in the air. The crowd pops for both men, but it’s the popular luchador who receives the chant. “GOMEZ!” “GOMEZ!” “GOMEZ!” A grateful Gomez bows at the crowd before rolling out of the ring and heading back as the referee raises Domhnall’s arm again.] JT: Congratulations to Domhnall, who will be in the finals for the BSW tournament. Let’s hear from the two people who will fight for the privilege of facing Domhnall next week. **** PROMO #7: RYAN MARTINEZ [Looking as intense as ever, Ryan Martinez stands in front of the BSW logo, microphone in hand. Shirtless, and wearing his black and red wrestling tights, young Ryan clears his throat before speaking.] RM: Clint Flint, Mr.... [Martinez rolls his eyes.] RM: Cooly Fooly. [Saying the nickname seems to have physically caused Ryan pain, judging from the look on his face.] RM: In week five, you called me out. You made fun of my name. You said my last name is a name of the past. You called me a liar, and a hypocrite. You said a whole lot of things about me. And I’m guessing you think I either didn’t hear it or maybe you’re just delusional enough to think I was too afraid to do anything about it. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. All I was doing Flint, was waiting. You see, I had an obstacle in front of me that took precedence over you. I had Austin Raines standing in front of me. But now, Flint? Now, you got all my attention. You said you wanted to face me, Flint? Well, this is the holiday season, and your wish has come true. You’re going to face me. But, cliché as it is, remember that sometimes, the worst thing that can happen is getting what you want. [A slight grin crosses Ryan’s face.] RM: I’m going to enjoy my match with you. I always enjoy competition. I always love standing out in front of these fans and putting it all on the line for them. I love hearing their cheers. And I love knowing that I’m fighting for them. But this? This is going to be something special. This is going to be something for me. I’m going to beat you up, Clint Flint, and I’m going to enjoy it. I may not have your flash. I may not have some stupid nickname. People may not call me “Mr. Brotinez...” [Again, Ryan’s expression turns disgusted.] RM: But what I do have is a heart that beats as loud as thunder. What I do have is drive, determination, and skill. And what I really have, more than anything else, is my sights locked and loaded on you, Flint. Tonight, good will fight against evil. Style will clash with substance. And in the end, you’ll go down. All the fancy sunglasses and dopey nicknames in the world won’t save you Flint. Count on it. [And with that, Martinez sets the microphone down and walks away.] **** PROMO #8: CLINT FLINT [A bandage across the nose deters nothing, Clint Flint stands underneath the BSW banner insanely pumped after his victory over Winston Fioritto from last show.] CF: Who's the man? Who's the man? Who is the man? Da man! Who is he? WHO'S THE MAN? Big Al: Congratulations on your victory, Clint Flint! How- CF: WHODAMAAAAAAAAN?? WHO'S DA MAN?? YEAH!!! YEEEEEEE~EAH!! HOOZ! DA! MA-YAH-OON?? WHO IS HE? WHO IS THE MAN??? WHO'S - THE - MAN??????? [Big Al, leaving the microphone in Clint Flint's able hands as he suddenly decides to take a constitutional.] CF: *I'M THE MAN!!!* Guess what? The Ringer, Winston Fioritto, who you all thought was gonna knock me out with one punch got his ass legit pinned by the name of the future, CLINT FLINT!! And for everyone still complaining about how I did it, all I have to say is... HATERS GONNA HATE!!! [The crowd is roaring it's disapproval, booing Clint Flint loudly and relentlessly. The smug prick can't be bothered, though: he's got more pressing things on his mind... like maintaining a properly popped collar!] CF: Oh, but it only get's better from here on out when Mr. Cooly Fooly *FINALLY* puts that chumpstain Ryan Martinez back in his place! I mean, traveling all the way to Japan and living on the streets just to get your ass stretched out once you're finally accepted? Cool story bro, but spare us the drama bombs! You wanna hear REAL hardship, listen to this: I HAVE SLEPT... WITH DANG NEAR EVERY WOMAN IN THIS ARENA! [The crowd suddenly turns very, VERY silent. And embarrassed. With the female contingent of the audience collectively facepalming. And odd looks darting around everywhere from everyone.] CF: Especially those booing me the loudest because hatesex is AWESOME! Yo bro, what did you expect? I'm from Jersey, I don't know nobody here! You think you fuel a body like THIS on grits and chitlins? These frosted tips don't pay themselves, so to compete here in BSW I sacrificed myself to the cause: taming creepy cougars and fatty fangirls for rent money, hair money and the all-important jaegerbomb funds... [The ladies in the crowd simply sit dumbstruck, while the menfolk stay busy making mental notes of questions they need to ask them after the show is over.] CF: And lemme tell ya, Lexington Kentucky has some of the vilest, nastiest hoochies in all of America! We're talking serious invasive mold issues, bro! I suffered the most, Ryan; but like my very hetero pal Crimson J said: I've got the greatest, most athletic body in BSW, so you know it'd be a shame to waste it! You'll know it too, once you finally take the *HINT* and fall to the might of *CLINT FLINT*!!! [Clint Flint tears the bandage off his nose to put on... THE SHUTTER SHADES!! He's 100% bro now, walking offstage, giving a peace out to all his lady friends as the camera fades out.] **** MATCH #2: RYAN MARTINEZ vs. CLINT FLINT #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. After a moment… 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.] ((DING DING DING)) [Martinez and Flint go to lock up- and Flint ducks out of the way at the last second, pausing to preen his hair. And annoyed Martinez starts to go after Flint, but Flint grabs the top rope and yells at the referee to order Martinez to back off. Finally, Flint finishes checking his hair and goes for another lockup- and Flint again ducks away, this time to check the laces on his boot. Martinez again tries to go after Flint, who again pulls the rope and tells the referee to order Martinez to back away. The referee turns to face Martinez, and as he does so, Flint reaches over the referee’s should to rake the face of Ryan Martinez.] JT: A cheap shot to start the match, and Flint follows up by yanking on Martinez’ hair to drop him to the mat. PA: You’d think someone with Ryno’s pedigree would know those tricks better. [Flint picks up Martinez and bodyslams him, then legdrops Martinez. He covers… 1… KICKOUT! Flint rolls out of the ring, grabbing Martinez by the arm, walks over to the corner and ignoring the referee, wraps Ryan’s arm around the corner! The crowd winces as Flint releases the arm to explain to the crowd just how brilliant he is.] CJR: That’s a quick and easy way to wreck someone’s shoulder. Even if nothing is torn, every move that Ryan Martinez will use that arm will hurt like hell. PA: Hey- I just thought of something. If Clint slept with every woman in the arena, does that mean that he and Jac… *pause* PA: I think I’m going to change the subject. Hey, Ryan Martinez is rubbing that right shoulder! JT: Wise decision, Phil. [Flint climbs back into the ring and is eager to lock up with Ryan Martinez this time. Flint grabs an armtwister, but grabs it on the left arm.] PA: Oops- mistake by Flint. He’s grabbing the wrong arm, not the one he hurt. JT: That’s because he’s a moron. CJR: It’s a rookie mistake. Get a few more matches and you’ll remember to keep focusing on the same arm. [Ryan Martinez grins, then picks up Flint and slams him to the mat with a bodyslam.] JT: In the meantime, Ryan Martinez is going to make Flint pay for it. [Martinez grabs Flint in a facelock and twists his neck. The referee asks for a submission but Flint refuses.] CJR: Martinez is already working on the neck, to set up for his brainbuster. I like the strategy in general but I would suggest to Ryan to have a couple of other go-to moves, in case someone is able to disable the arm. Having a finisher is great, but in the long term he’ll need a plan ‘B’ as well. [Martinez drives a knee into Flint’s back as he keeps the facelock on. Flint reaches out with his legs and wraps them around the bottom rope to force a break. Martinez lets go at the four and a half, throwing Flint’s head to the mat. As Flint gets back to his feet, Martinez grabs Flint and whips him to the ropes, then delivers a spinebuster on the rebound. He hooks the leg… 1… KICKOUT! Martinez grabs Flint and goes for a short-arm clothesline, but Flint ducks underneath, bounces off the ropes, and dropkicks the knee on the rebound. Martinez hits the mat and Flint turns to the audience, bragging that he was aiming for the knee and did NOT screw up that dropkick. Flint grabs the leg and drapes it over the bottom rope, then leaps up and drops his weight on the knee of Martinez. He follows up with a spinning toehold, but Martinez reaches up…] PA: SMALL PACKAGE! 1… 2… KICKOUT! [Flint gets to his feet first and tackles Ryan Martinez as Martinez gets up, then begins punching Martinez in the face. Martinez takes two shots getting back to his feet, then starts firing back. The men trade forearms and fists until Martinez nails a 1-2 combination that staggers Flint, then Ryan doubles over Flint with a boot to the stomach, and follows up with a DDT. Martinez hooks the leg and covers… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Flint staggers to his feet, and Martinez signals for the brainbuster.] JT: If Martinez hits this, the match is over! [Martinez grabs Flint in a front facelock, lifts… Clint Flint grabs the ropes to stay on the mat, then is able to lift Ryan Martinez up. Instead of Suplexing him to the mat, Flint pivots and falls backwards…] PA: CLINT FLINT SUPLEXED RYAN MARTINEZ OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! JT: Good Lord- Ryan Martinez just landed back-first on the concrete from a fall of… six, eight feet! Either way, Martinez is on the ground. [It takes Flint a few seconds to sit back up and roll out of the ring, but he walks over and kicks Martinez several times as Martinez lies on the ground. Hearing the referee count to four, Flint grins, delivers a kneedrop to Martinez, and rolls back into the ring.] PA: Flint back in the ring, and the referee continues to count. “FIVE” “SIX” “SEVEN” JT: Ryan Martinez is still on the ground! Is he going to make it back to the ring in time? “EIGHT” PA: He’s moving! Martinez is back to his knees! “NINE” Big Al: And…. “….” JT: Back in the ring! Ryan Martinez barely made it before the ten count to roll under the ropes! PA: But he’s a huge target, and Flint is driving a series of elbows into the back of Martinez! [Ryan Martinez is still pretty well out, and Flint picks up Martinez by the hair. Martinez is barely standing, and Flint grins before deliver a vicious SLAP across the face, then doubles him over and lifts Martinez up.] JT: Clint Flint is going for a piledriver! If he hits this… …. [A loud ‘WHUMP’, and the audience groans] PA: He just did. [Flint stands up, pointing to himself and his brilliance, then rolls over Martinez and covers lightly… 1… 2… … …] JT: FOOT ON THE ROPE! Ryan Martinez just got his foot under the rope, and the match will continue! [Flint is shocked, asking the referee to make sure Martinez is still alive, let alone kicking out of his mad-stylin’ moves. Hearing that he is, Flint grabs Martinez by the leg and drags him to the middle of the ring, then signals for the Flintlock. He grabs Ryan’s leg, spins around…] JT: Ryan Martinez kicks Flint into the corner! Flint runs out… Martinez rolls out of the way from a legdrop! [Martinez uses the ropes to start to pull himself up, and Flint kips up, points at Martinez, charges…] PA: Ryan Martinez pulls down the top rope, and Flint dives over the top rope onto the floor! [Now it’s Flint’s turn to lie on the floor, while Martinez recovers and the referee counts…] “FOUR” “FIVE” “SIX” “SEVEN” PA: Flint is still out! In a turnabout, maybe he’ll be the one who is counted out! “EIGHT” “NINE” “…” JT: … Ryan Martinez stopped the count! What’s going on? PA: He’s telling the referee he wants Flint to get back into the ring. Jeez, you dunce- you have a win, you take it! CJR: I wouldn’t have said it that way- I understand wanting to win honorably, but what’s honorable is different for different people. [After what would be a count of fourteen, Flint finally gets back into the ring. Martinez waits for Flint to stand back up before they go to lock up…] JT: A rake in the face by Flint! PA: And the honorable thing-as usual- bites someone in the ass. [Flint grins and bounces off the ropes. He goes for another dropkick, but Martinez leaps up, and Flint’s knee-level dropkick misses entirely. Ryan Martinez quickly grabs Clint Flint in a front facelock, lifts Flint up…] JT: BRAINBUSTER! Here’s the cover… 1… 2… … 3!!! ((DING DING DING)) “Big” Al: The winner of the match- and moving on to the finals… RYAN MARTINEZ! JT: Ryan Martinez with a hard-fought victory. [Martinez stands on the corner, soaking in the cheers of the fans, as Clint Flint rolls out of the ring, hollering about the quality of the refereeing and the problems with the match. He walks away, kicking over several chairs as he heads backstage.] JT: Let’s go to a commercial, and we’ll be right back! **** [Fading back in, “Big” Al Lieberman stands in the middle of the ring, holding the house microphone, and standing next to ‘Crimson’ Joe Reed.] “Big” Al: We’ve had a couple of great matches here tonight, and next week will be the BSW finale. We now have two matches for the card, and our commissioner is here with two more. [Al hands the microphone over to Joe.] CJR: Thank you to everyone who has been watching BSW. As we stated earlier, Adam and Austin Raines will be in a grudge match. I’m certain Austin Raines wants revenge for the attack last week by Adam, and he’ll get a chance. “Big” Al: And we found out there were two more matches. CJR: Yes- Jorge Gomez had a tremendous run, nearly making the finals himself. But he’s also had some problems with De’Vegas Black. Well, on the next show, they’ll also be able to settle their issues one-on-one. “Big” Al: And the other match ended up because of something that happened… well, just a few seconds ago. After losing in the semi-finals, Clint Flint was rather upset, went backstage, and… well, we had a video camera. [The screen comes to life, showing a despondent Clint Flint storming backstage, still upset over losing, explaining that the deck was stacked against him. He’s flipping over chairs, slamming the door behind him, and kicking over a bench with a Newsboy hat and a half-drunken beer on it. As Flint continues his rant, a right hand comes out from the side of the screen to deck Flint, sending Flint to the mat. The camera pans back to reveal Winston Fioritto, who bends down to pick up his now-soaked hat and the empty cup, and storm off.] CJR: Yeah… needless to say, both Flint and Fioritto are not happy, and they’ll meet up one-on-one next week. “Big” Al: And in the Main Event… CJR: Both men have fought two battles to get to the finals. And next week, they’ll face each other to determine the first winner of BSW. “Big” Al: Ladies and Gentlemen… please welcome the competitors- DOMHNALL O’FLAHERTY and RYAN MARTINEZ!! [Both Flaherty and Martinez come down to the ring, where “Big” Al and “Crimson” Joe shake both men’s hands. Martinez and Flaherty walk around the ring, soaking in the spotlight, and end up bumping into each other. Each man stands face to face, neither backing down, as the camera fades to black.] |
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