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| crimsonjoe | Dec 20 2010, 09:07 PM Post #1 |
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The Luther Burger
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The final show of BSW will be out in a few minutes. I want to thank the handlers for this season, and hope that they were able to use Blank Slate Wrestling to improve their wrestlers. Thanks for reading- here's hoping the show comes out well. |
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| crimsonjoe | Dec 20 2010, 09:08 PM Post #2 |
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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.] JT: Welcome to the final episode of Blank Slate Wrestling! We have three grudge matches, and the finals of the first BSW tournament. PA: Ryan Martinez and Domhnall O’Flaherty! Ryan’s the power guy who grew up in the business, Domhnall is the no-nonsense Sambo specialist. Should be a great match. JT: Any predictions? PA: Domhnall’s already shown he can throw around bigger and stronger men when he took out De’Vegas. Ryan is more well-rounded than Black, but he’s still a power guy at heart. It’s close, but I think our Irish Sambo wrestler pulls it out in the end. JT: Let’s hear a short message from our President, then get started. [Fade over to “Crimson” Joe Reed, standing in front of the BSW logo.] CJR: The goal behind Blank Slate Wrestling was to give men who were just breaking in to learn the sport without being thrown to the wolves. Wrestling has become such a big business that there is often a ‘succeed now’ mentality- and few places for wrestlers to find their voices. Over the past several week, eight men went from first having a match to seeing their careers launch. I see a bright future for them as they graduate from BSW, and wish them well in their careers. On behalf of the staff for Blank Slate Wrestling, we appreciate the time and effort of both the wrestlers and the fans. Thank you. [Fade out to commercials. When BSW returns…] **** PROMO #1: JORGE GOMEZ [We cut to Big Al who is standing in the interview area by himself.] Big Al: Folks, tonight one of the biggest beefs there has been here in Blank Slate Wrestling is coming to a head when Jorge Gomez and DeVegas Black go one on one in the ring to settle their issues. But before they do, let's hear from one of the combatants so please welcome.. Jorge Gomez! [The fans jump to their feet and cheer wildly as "Cielito Lindo" plays over the PA and out in his wrestling gear comes a very determined looking Jorge Gomez. Jorge points to the crowd as he walks over to Big Al's side.] Big Al: Jorge, tonight you get what you've been wanting for sometime; DeVegas Black one on one in the ring. What are your thoughts about this match tonight? JG: Hola, Señor Al! [Jorge holds his hand out for a handshake and Al is taken aback but shakes his hand.] JG: Tonight is my last night here so I want you to know how much I appreciate your help, Señor Al. Big Al: My help? JG: Si! When I started here my English was not strong and I came off too nervous in my interviews. You have helped guide me along in my interviews and focus on what I have to say. Thank you so much for helping me to connect with mi amigos! Let's have a big hand for Señor Al! [The fans give Big Al an ovation and Al is beaming from the attention.] Big Al: Ah, it was nothing, really! Just doing my job! JG: And I thank you very much for it, Señor Al! Now, before I get to tonight's match against DeVegas Black.. [Jorge points to the crowd yet again.] JG: Hola, Amigos! [POP] JG: Mi amigos, here in attendance and those at home, my apologies! All of you supported me and cheered so hard for me last time and I let all of you down. Señor O'Flaherty got the better of me and many congratulations his way for it! Whomever wins between him and mi amigo, Ryan, they will be deserving winners! I poured my heart out to try and win that match to make it to the finals for all of you, mi amigos, but in the end I came up on the short end of the stick and all I can do is make it up to everyone of you, tonight! [Big POP] Big Al: Jorge, after calling out DeVegas Black a few episodes back, tossing him out of the battle royal, then getting pinned by him in the big eight man tag, and then his actions last time during your semi-final match, you finally get him mano a mano, as you say, in the ring. DeVegas is bigger than you, stronger than you and outweighs you, much like O'Flaherty last time. Are you telling these fans, me and the rest of the world that you are going to redeem your loss in the semi-finals by overcoming almost all the odds you could not overcome last time, tonight?! [Jorge nods his head.] JG: Señor Al, I know very well that DeVegas Black is bigger than me, stronger than me and that last time against O'Flaherty I fell against all the same odds. But that was last week and this is tonight! When we all get trained for this sport they tell us, 'On any given night, anyone can beat anyone.' What happened in one match does not set the events of another match in concrete! I believe.. [Gomez taps his chest.] JG: I believe that I can defeat DeVegas Black tonight! [POP] [Jorge looks up at the crowd.] JG: What about mi amigos? [POP] JG: Do you believe I can do it? [BIG POP] JG: Excuse me a moment, Señor Al.. [Jorge takes the microphone from Big Al and walks over to the fans in the stands.] JG: Amigos, do you believe that we can all accomplish anything? Crowd: SI! [Jorge smiles at their response and sends the crowd on their feet as he steps over the barriers and is now among them!] JG: Amigos, do you believe that on one night such as tonight, a man such as myself can rise to the occasion and redeem himself and all of his supporters, all of you, do you believe it?! Crowd: SI! JG: Amigos, do you believe that all the hard work we put into our lives, no matter what our trade or job may be, that it all is for something and can lead to our wildest dreams come true?! Crowd: SI! [Jorge's eyes shine from emotion and joy at the fans embracing him.] JG: I know that Señor Black is a mountain, and I know that last week I failed to climb another mountain, but I do not believe in quitting and letting all the hardwork and dreams go into the garbage! Amigos, I believe that tonight I can climb the mountain and raise the flag of victory and all of us, we'll celebrate like no tomorrow! [POP] JG: Do you, mi amigos, do you believe I can do this? Crowd: SI! JG: DO YOU THINK WE CAN DO THIS TOGETHER?! Crowd: SI! [Jorge embraces several fans and gives some high fives before climbing over the barrier and heading towards the ring.] JG: Amigos, if you believe we can do this then follow me into this ring! [BIG POP as Jorge climbs onto the ring apron and through the ropes and into the ring.] JG: Join me with your voices and your support and let's show everyone that it's OK to fall if you pick yourself back up and climb... [Jorge climbs up the turnbuckles.] JG: To the very top! [BIG POP] JG: Don't give up on your dreams and don't give up on me, amigos! Tonight I will pour mi corazon til I'm dead if need be, but no matter what.. WE WILL CLIMB THIS MOUNTAIN TOGETHER, MI AMIGOS! [BIG POP] JG: We can do this! Vamanos! Vamanos! Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! JG: Vamanos! Vamanos! Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [Jorge puts his hand to his ears.] Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [Jorge puts his hand to his other ear.] Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! JG: Vamanos! Vamanos! Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! JG: Señor Al, come over here amigo! Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [Big Al walks towards the ring, surprised at being called to the ring.] JG: Vamanos! Vamanos Señor Al! Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [Big Al climbs up the steps and onto the apron.] JG: Amigo, Señor Al, shout along with us! [BIG POP] Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [Big Al tries to shake his head but the chant..] Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [Big Al looks at the crowd then takes the microphone from Jorge.] Big Al: Vamanos! Vamanos! [BIG POP] Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! Big Al: Vamanos! Vamanos! Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [Jorge takes the microphone back and his eyes, wet with emotion, sparkle as he looks out at the crowd.] JG: Mucho Gracias Amigos! [BIG POP] JG: DeVegas, I'm here in this ring and we're all waiting to climb the mountain! Andale, muchacho! Let's do this! [BIG POP] Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [Jorge gives the microphone back to Al.] Big Al: Jorge wants DeVegas Black in the ring now, he's ready, this crowd is ready.. Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! Big Al: I think EVERYONE is ready! Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! **** MATCH #1: De’VEGAS BLACK vs. JORGE GOMEZ [As Jorge Gomez looks towards the back, De’Vegas Black comes charging from the audience entranceway, sliding under the ropes, and delivering a giant boot to the back of Gomez’ head.] ((DING DING DING)) JT: That snake De’Vegas attacked Jorge from behind! [Continuing his attack, Black grabs Gomez around the throat and shoves him across the ring into the corner. Gomez stumbles out, and De’Vegas Black backdrops him.] PA: Geez! Gomez nearly went eight feet into the air right there! I guess you could say that he went Vamanos. JT: That’s not funny! Gomez wanted a fair match, and Black did nothing but jump him when he wasn’t looking. [Black rolls Gomez over and casually covers him… 1… KICKOUT!] JT: Gomez still has fight in him. PA: And Black isn’t happy. I think he thought one good shot would cause Gomez to crumble. [Black kicks Gomez out of the ring, and follows him up. He delivers a shot to the back of Gomez, and then signals for the Powerbomb.] JT: De’Vegas Black attempting another powerbomb onto the floor! He won the eight-man tag match with this move! PA: Fans, send your “Get Well” cards to Jorge Gomez, care of the Lexington Catholic Hospital… JT: Phil! [Black doubles over Gomez, hoists him up…. Gomez wraps his legs around Black’s head, pauses, and flips backwards.] JT: HURRICANRANA ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR! And Gomez takes control! [Jorge Gomez takes a few seconds to get his wits, then picks up the larger Black and rolls him under the ropes. Black is only starting to stir as Gomez climbs up to the apron, springboards off the top rope, and delivers a Rocker Dropper across the back of the neck of De’Vegas Black. Gomez covers… 1… 2…] JT: Black with a foot on the rope! [Black rolls over and starts to get to his feet. He makes a charge at Gomez, but Jorge sidesteps the charging Black and trips him, sending Black sprawling into the corner. Gomez runs to the other corner and charges…] JT: Cartwheel Handspring Elbow! Black collapses to the mat! [Instead of covering, Jorge Gomez quickly hops up the corner to the top turnbuckle and stands there as the crowd cheers.] Crowd: VAMANOS! VAMANOS! VAMANOS! VAMANOS! VAMANOS! [On the fifth ‘VAMANOS’, Gomez leaps off the corner, rotating a time and a half before landing on the prone body of De’Vegas Black.] JT: 450 SPLASH! HERE’S THE COVER! 1… 2… … 3!!!! ((DING DING DING)) “Big” Al: The winner of the match… JORGE GOMEZ! [Gomez stands up as the referee raises his arm, then celebrates by climbing the corner and raising his arms, celebrating with the fans who continue to chant “VAMANOS!”] JT: De’Vegas Black was bigger… he was stronger… but he couldn’t match the speed, the skill, the _heart_ of Jorge Gomez. PA: Ease up, Trainor. Gomez is a good wrestler, not a Hallmark card. Good win by the guy, though. **** PROMO #2: ADAM [Adam, wearing his white ring attire, is standing in front of a BSW banner. As always, his hair is parted flawlessly and his content smile radiates serenity.] "Rejoice!" [He spreads his arms to his sides in a welcoming gesture.] "Rejoice, my brothers and sisters! For tonight, you will bear witness to the First Man claiming his righteous revenge on Austin. This will mark the end of the road here in BSW, a final exclamation point to me spreading the Word of Our Lord to people like you, in both my actions and the screams of my opponent. But it will mark not the end of me. For as Genesis was just the beginning of the Bible, my travels have only just begun." [Adam clasps his hands tightly together.] "I hope and pray that you people will finally see the error of your ways, that you stop cheering for the degenerates and blasphemers you have supported, that you turn your eyes demurely to the ground, fall to your knees and ask for forgiveness. Forgiveness from me ... and Him! For while your transgressions are countless and your convictions are weak, there might be salvation yet. For Austin Raines, it shall be a revelation, though, and, dare I say it, an apocalypse? For his attacks on me and what I stand for cannot be excused or tolerated. When he laid his hands on me, when he stopped me from taking apart Jorge Gomez, he sealed his own fate. My hands shall be the instruments of His Revenge just as my tongue spreads His Wisdom. And perhaps, once he has submitted to the Fall of Man, you will be redeemed. Just open your hearts and minds ... to me." [Naturally, the only answers from the crowd are jeers and boos. Adam's smile shows that he is oblivious to that, though.] **** MATCH #2: AUSTIN RAINES vs. ADAM [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.] ((DING DING DING)) [Raines and Adam lock up, and Raines takes Adam over with an armdrag. Adam gets back to his feet and goes for another lockup, this time grabbing Raines in a headlock. Raines shoves Adam into the ropes, then leapfrogs Adam as he rebounds. As Adam hits the other side, Raines leaps up and catches Adam in the face with a dropkick. Adam hits the mat and Raines covers… 1… KICKOUT! Adam gets back to his feet and Raines drives him to the corner with a flurry of fists.] JT: Austin Raines is furious at Adam for his attack during Raines’ match with Ryan Martinez. Adam attacked both men with a chair. And Raines hasn’t forgotten then. PA: Well, yeah, if Austin is going to take everything so _personally_ [Raines Irish whips Adam to the other side, then charges in. Adam sidesteps, and Raines his the corner. Adam starts delivering a series of chops to the chest of Raines, raising red welts. Raines stumbles out, and Adam charges out, bulldogging Raines into the mat. Adam pauses and stands over Raines, silently making the sign of the Cross, before kicking Raines in the side of the head.] PA: Say this for Adam- he keeps his sacraments somber. JT: Phil is standing to my right, if any lightning bolts are nearby. [“Big” Al scoots away from Phil as Adam picks up Austin Raines and delivers a standing neckbreaker, then covers Raines… 1… KICKOUT! Adam grabs Austin Raines in a front facelock, and lifts him up in a vertical suplex. Raines pivots, and turns over, landing on his feet. Raines leaps up and catches Adam in a Codebreaker,] JT: Austin Raines back in control! Raines hits the ropes… ASAI MOONSAULT! The cover! 1… 2… KICKOUT! [Adam rolls over and starts to stand up. Raines hits the ropes, bounces off, and delivers a Shining Wizard to the back of Adam’s head. Adam hits the mat and Raines makes another cover… 1… 2.. KICKOUT! Raines pounds the mat in frustration, then runs to the ropes, leaps up with an elbowdrop…] JT: MISSED! Austin Raines lands elbow-first on the mat! PA: Raines likes the high-risk moves, but do them often enough and it will come back to haunt you. [Adam rolls out of the ring, grabbing Raines by the hair and half pulling him under the top rope. Adam, gasping for air, reaches over and grabs a pair of folded up chairs. He slides one chair under the rope.] JT: The referee is yelling at Adam, grabbing the chair from Adam’s hands! The “Perfect Man” is protesting… [The referee goes to get rid of the chair. As he turns to remove the chair, Adam quickly grabs the other chair and smashes it into the exposed chest of Raines! The crowd boos and the referee turns around to see the chair on the cement floor and Adam looking around with wide-eyed innocence.] JT: Dammit! Adam uses another chair, and this time gets away with it! PA: Austin Raines would REALLY be ticked off… if he wasn’t, you know, unconscious. [Adam rolls under the ring and pulls Raines back away from the ropes, hooking the leg… 1… 2… … KICKOUT!] JT: Austin Raines is still in the match! Adam can’t believe it! [Adam goes to pick up Raines, but Austin shoves Adam into the ropes. On the rebound, Raines delivers a superkick to Adam’s throat, causing Adam to fly backwards into the corner. Raines begins to stalk Adam, who raises his hands in protest. Raines grabs Adam and delivers a teardrop suplex, then covers… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Austin Raines points to the corner, and starts to climb up. He’s about halfway up when Adam rolls over and dives forward, tackling him and knocking Raines off the turnbuckle. Raines stumbles out and Adam grabs him in a front facelock, leaping up with a DDT… then locking in a Koji Clutch. JT: “The Fall of Man!” Adam has it locked in at the center of the ring! [Austin Raines struggles, trying to reach the ropes. But in the center of the ring, he can’t make it, and…] PA: Austin Raines taps! The match is over! ((DING DING DING)) JT: Between the shot with the chair and getting knocked off the turnbuckle, Austin was weak enough that the Koji Clutch finished the match. [Adam stands up, the referee raising his arm, as “Big” Al Lieberman makes it official.] “Big” Al: The winner of the match… ADAM! JT: Jorge Gomez and Adam pull off big wins at the final show of BSW… two more matches, including the finals of the BSW Tournament, when we return! [Commercials… does Geico save you money? Can Charlie Daniels play a mean fiddle?] **** PROMO #3: WINSTON FIORITTO [BSW interview area, a stocky British man with bushy mutton chops, a very stylish tweed newsboy hat, a simple blue button up shirt with a vest on over it, brown cords and big, mean looking hands with very scarred knuckles.] I don't much like slags wasting a good pint, especially when I ain't all Oliver an' inna good mood. Ya made a bit of a Jaffa Cake, ya? All mistake like a dumb clumsy septic tank. See, it rhymes with yank. [Fioritto is none too happy.] I unnastan yer deficient, Skint. Dunno wot skint is? Looketup! Wot I'm not gonna go on an' on about why I'm gonna kick yer arse from pilla ta post Skint. Ya don't deserve someone explainin' just 'ow stupid ya act. Not that it will do ya any good. Ya muffin, it don't work. Ya prattle on an' on wif tha dummist crap I ever 'eard. Wot in the Maggie Rump is a Stooly Pooly or woteva it is ya call yerself? People say I talk funny, ya talk like a dog grommiting its last Emma Peal! [Basically, Winston doesn't think much of Clint Flint's mental capabilities.] Oi, listen ta me, prattling on like the tossers in Parliment. Skint, ya just aren't anything ta write home about. Rob Roy, ya don't got clue 'ow to go from a to b unless its stickin' yer 'ead up yer dank slobby arse. The Runt, he knows stupid. I see it in bars all the time. It isn't pretty and ya, Skint, ya are as stupid as they come. Ya can't even throw a tantrum right. Ya should know to neva, eva spill a lad's drink. Ya don't touch my 'at and ya don't spill my bloody pint ya knob! [Politicians, not his favorite either but still rank ahead of Clint Flint.] But, I sees it like this: ya didn't know wot'cha got inta. In that tiny McLain wot rattles aroun' in that 'ead of yers, ya maybe got two or three working bits in there. I am called the Runt coz I got me 6 older brothers who beat me from the day I plopped outta mum's Elizabeth! But that isn't all. I also am called the Ringer. Why? Wot's it to you... [Winston, making a joke!] I'm just taking the piss, loves. See, I did a bit o'boxing in my youth, a bit o'the trading Dukes. I wasn't the best but I 'ad 'ard 'ands an' I didn't much care for them rules. I didn't get too far in them boxing flings but I did take wot I learned and fought from bar ta bar. I fixed a few problems 'ere an there, fixing a bull and cow two blokes 'ad with a Duke straight to ya Chevy. Soon enough I was called the Ringer by some folks, fixing problems an' brought in all professional like. [A shrug of the shoulders from Fioritto, very matter of fact like.] Roight. Well Skint, yer my problem now an' I aim ta fix things. I'm gonna take my Olivers, right 'ere, and knock yer bloody teeth out ya Clairy Rag! If ya can't unnerstan' that, then 'ere it is again, all slow like: I am going to break yer damned nose ya stupid git! No one spills the Runt's bit'o drink ya tosspot! [Winston stomps off, very cross and very much wanting to punch someone really hard.] **** PROMO #4: CLINT FLINT [Just as all good things must come to an end, so too must this bromance. With the final episode of Blank Slate Wrestling fast approaching, we find Big Al Liebermann with mic in one hand and a tissue in the other as Clint Flint prepares his goodbyes for what is sure to be an emotional send-off.] CF: Bro, you've been a true bro. Hanging out with the Bruiser Broski, faithfully holding up the microphone so that my hands could tend to the shutter shades at will... You did your bros proud, brosef. Big Al: *sniffles* You're the only one who pays any attention to me... *HONK!* CF: But as this program comes to a close, it's up to the Killer Khanye to deliver swank beatings to... the guy he already gave swank beatings before, ain't that right, FAILSTON? Big Al: *snorf* You beat that limey up Clint! You show 'em what AMERICA stands for! CF: Sucker punching a bro while he ain't looking, Winston? NOT COOL, BRO! MAJOR DOUCHY MOVE RIGHT THERE! Will most definitely have to revoke your bro card... IN THE RING!! But before I do that, Clint Flint is gonna shoot you with some prime wisdom- Yeah, you heard everything Crimson J had to say, but now listen to what professor Cooly Fooly has to tell you! [Loud groans from the fans at the mention of "Professor Cooly Fooly", but Clint Flint remains oblivious as he put on the shutter shades. Big Al looks on approvingly.] CF: You wanna be someone that matters in this business, you gotta be a *SUPERSTAR!* Look at yourself, choad: throwing your fists around, talking funny- WHO CARES?? I made money! I partied most hard. I even had some AWESOME hatesex. You wore a hat. It wasn't even a cool hat, it was old and ugly and mussed your hair up something awful while smelling of grandmas. Big Al: YEAH!!! CF: More importantly, I made bros. Yeah, a whole lotta haters gonna hate but it's the true bros that matter. I want you to look at yourself Failston, and see how much you FAILED here in BSW! You might have everyone else convinced you're this tough-as-nails... tough guy, but you are NOTHING to the Name of the Future! If this is gonna be Clint Flint's last hurrah, then I'm makin' it count when I turn this battle into the showcase match of BSW! Big Al: Gonna bust out the moveset? CF: Bro, I'm busting out BOTH the Flintlock AND the Collar Popper! Then Winston and everyone else here will take the *HINT* not to mess with *CLINT FLINT*, the only real superstar of BSW and the bonafide Name of the Future of wrestling! Big Al: Word diggety dawg. [Thus does Big Al Liebermann pull out shutter shades of his own, wearing them like Clint Flint. Cue the Brodyquest song as both Clint and Al make their exit, doing the Adrien Brody shuffle off the stage.] **** MATCH #3: CLINT FLINT vs. WINSTON FIORITTO JT: … JT: … JT: … PA: … I’d like to thank Clint Flint and “Big” Al Lieberman. After that little debacle, Jackie has no right to rag on me again, for…. well, anything. Ever. In this lifetime. So keep up the good work, “Bros”. JT: I… really really hope Winston pounds the hell out of Clint. And I’ll offer ten bucks if he breaks the glasses in the process. PA: I’ll throw in five of my own. [Sarting to play is one minute, twenty two seconds of energy delivered by The Murder City Devils via their song: "Murder City Riot". Winston Fioritto, still in his street clothes and with a bottle of ale, bull rushes the ring.] This sounds like a riot looks Had some pills don't know which ones I took Been up all night Night been up drinking all night [The Runt is drinking as he angrily climbs the ring steps, finishing off his drink and just leaving the bottle on the steps.] The boys sound good Oh, oh, they sound good They sound They sound like a riot looks A riot looks [The cockney Ringer does not remove his vest or his hat. In fact, Winston just wants to punch someone.] #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… ] ((DING DING DING)) PA: Winston comes out swinging- and Clint Flint hops out of the ring! Winston sets down the bottle, rolls out of the ring, and starts chasing him! [Clint Flint runs around the outside of the ring, Winston chasing him, and Flint rolls back into the ring. As Winston follows, Clint catches him with a boot, then grabs Winston in an armbar, shout towards the announcers:] CF: I’M WORKING ON THE ARM AGAIN, BROS! BECAUSE HE’S A BRAWLER! JUST LIKE LAST TIME! PA: Clint’s showing off, and… Jackie, what are you doing? JT: [looking through her purse] Ear plugs… I know I have them somewhere. [Winston gets to his feet and delivers a left jab to Clint’s stomach… Clint cinches in the armbar, causing Winston to double over. Winston’s hat falls to the mat, and Clint gleefully jumps up and lands on it with both feet…] PA: That… was a mistake. [Winston looks up, glaring, rears back, and delivers an UPPERCUT with his free arm that sends Flint flying up, hitting the mat, and rolling out. Winston doesn’t follow through this time, but picks up his hat and sets it by his beer as the referee begins a count.] "Big" Al: Looks like Winston is taking his time. JT: Will you take off those ridiculous glasses?! "Big" Al: But Clint said they made me look hip! PA: Well... he's wrong. [Flint re-enters the ring, and is greeted by a punch from Winston. Flint fires back with a forearm, and they trade shots. Flint goes for a headlock, and Winston drives him to the corner with a series of rabbit punches, then drives his shoulder into Flint's midsection three times. He follows up by yanking Flint's hair and flipping him to the mat, then pummeling away at "Mister Cooly-Fooly".] PA: Winston does not have the most original offense. He likes to punch, he likes to hit, and when he's bored, he goes back to punching. But Mr. Fiorrito is VERY good at what he does. [After nearly a half dozen punches and some yelling by the referee, Winston covers Flint... 1... KICKOUT! Flint rolls out of the ring. Again, Winston chooses not to follow him as Flint checks to see if his nose is broken. Winston cracks his knuckles and holds open the ropes Flint, who waits until the referee reaches seven before re-entering the ring. This time, as Winston heads over to continue the beating...] JT: Dropkick by Flint! And it reached Flint's stomach! Well, almost... PA: It's enough to stun Winston. And Flint follows up with an elbow to back of Winston's neck to send him to the mat! [Seeing Winston down, Flint goes on the offense, delivering a legdrop across Winston's chest, then following up by hitting the ropes and delivering a splash. He covers... 1... 2... KICKOUT! Flint greets a raising Fioritto with a rake to the eyes, then grabs him in an armtwist...] PA: Flint's trying to go for the Collar Popper... but I don't think he's putting the move on correctly... [And then he's not at all, as a frustrated Winston headbutts Flint, then fires off a roundhouse that Flint ducks underneath...] JT: Winston over the top rope! He landed on the floor in a heap. PA: That was a nasty fall, and Winston landed back-first. [Flint stands in the ring, preening and shouting "I DID THAT!"] Yes, you're very smart, Clint. Now shut up. [Winston starts to get up, but Flint rolls outside the ring and stomps away at Winston twice, then pulls him up by the hair, picks him up...] JT: Bodyslam by Flint, right onto the floor! [Clint Flint rolls back into the ring, screaming at the referee to count Winston out. The referee gets a count started, and at four Winston starts to get up. At six, he gets back on his feet. At seven, Flint bends down to pick him up...] PA: Winston grabs Flint's feet, trips him up, and pulls him out of the ring! A haymaker by Winston sends Flint falling backwards! [Winston grabs Flint and rams him head first into the ring apron once... twice... three... four.... five times. A dazed Flint stumbles around as Fioritto rears back...] JT: ROUNDHOUSE! Flint hits the cement and he may not know what year he's in! [Seeing the referee reach 8, Winston rolls back into the ring. The referee and he argue about the legality of Winston's punch as Flint slowly pulls himself back up to the apron and rolls under the ropes to the corner, near Winston's hat...] PA: Winston walks around the referee to continue his assault on Fli... JT: Hey! Clint Flint grabbed Winston's beer bottle! [As Winston approached, Flint swings wildly with the bottle. Winston ducks underneath, and Flint ends up on the opposite side of Winston. Winston reaches down, trips up Flint...] JT: COVER! 1... PA: WINSTON PUTS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES! 2... JT: JUST LIKE FLINT DID TWO WEEKS AGO! 3!!!! ((DING DING DING)) PA: Winston Fioritto wins... JT: By Cheating... PA: I prefer to think of it as having a loose interpretation of the rulebook. Besides, Clint Flint did the exact same thing in the tournament. [Flint starts arguing with the referee, throwing down the bottle in frustration... CRACK! And breaking the bottle. As the beer flows onto the mat, Winston glares up. Before he can step forward, Flint charges with a clothesline...] JT: These two aren't finished yet! PA: Flint's upset he lost, Winston's upset about the beer... Let's hear the official announcement. "Big" Al: ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout... WINSTON FIORITTO! [As the wrestlers continue their fight backstage.] JT: We're going to commercial and to clean up the mess, and then we'll be back with our main event! **** PROMO #5: RYAN MARTINEZ [Wearing a tight black shirt over his chest, along with his usual red and black wrestling tights, Ryan Martinez stands once more in front of the BSW logo in the interview area, staring straight at the camera. He's clean shaven, his hair slicked back. His face looks leaner, like he's melted away what little fat was on his body. And his eyes are focused as intently as ever.] RM: I thought, for once, I'd come out here and _not_ tell a story. [A rare grin from young Ryan.] RM: Instead, I thought I'd start by saying something that's been long overdue. Something to all the fans of BSW. So here goes: Thank you. [Martinez is silent a moment, as the crowd begins to cheer.] RM: I know I haven't made many friends here in BSW. And I knew I wouldn't. I knew, from the moment I stepped out and said words like "honor" and "respect," that the wrestlers here would hate me. And I wasn't wrong. Austin Raines, Clint Flint, Adam, Winston Fiorrito, and Domnhall O'Flaherty, they've all run me down. Called me a hypocrite. Said I'm only here because of nepotism. They've trashed my name at every opportunity. But none of it has mattered. Because you, the fans, you've been with me every step of the way. You've never let me down. Not even once. Every time someone knocked me down, I felt all of your hands under me, lifting me back to my feet, pushing me to go on, even if I wanted to quit. Not one of you has ever failed me, not even for a second. And I haven't said it before, so I'm saying it now. Thank you. [A chant of "MAR-TI-NEZ!" breaks out, and Ryan is awed into silence by the audience's reaction.] RM: It hasn't always been easy. I lost the battle royal, my team lost the elimination match. But with you behind me, I overcame the challenge of my life and beat Clint Flint. With the fans screaming their support, I overcame Clint Flint. And now, only one thing stands between me and winning the first season of BSW. Domnhall O'Flaherty [Boos from the crowd, as Martinez nods.] RM: And let me make this clear. I understand that with your support comes expectations. I know what you fans want from me. So I came out here not only to thank you, but to give you my word. I promise, each and every one of you, that I will beat O'Flaherty! [The crowd roars its approval.] RM: O'Flaherty, you've said a lot of things about me. Nearly every week, you've talked about how much better than me you are. How your sambo is going to do the job against me. Well, here's your chance. But I already know something, O'Flaherty. And here's what I know. No matter you do to me? I'm still going to win. Crack me between the eyes with your sambo strikes. Bust me open, make the blood flow down my face. Make it drip down my nose and into my mouth, so that with each breath, I'm inhaling my own blood. And I know I'll win. Stretch me out. Make the muscles in my neck bulge, fill my ears with the sound of my vertebrae popping one by one, and I know I'll win. Pull on my joints, dislocate my arm, blow out my knee. Twist every ligament in my body, and, O'Flaherty, I know I'll win. Nothing you can do will stop me. You've got nothing that can beat me. And me? I've got the two things that will carry me to victory, two things you'll never have. I've got a belief in something bigger than myself. I believe in honor and integrity. Something you don't know anything about. I don't think you believe in anything at all. And not only do I have that. But I have these fans. And those two things? That's something your sambo will never, ever be able to beat. I'm winning BSW O'Flaherty. That's a promise, I make to you, and more importantly, to every fan who's ever paid a ticket to see us live or turned on their television to watch us. I will beat you. Count on it. [Ryan steps away, the chants of MAR-TI-NEZ! reverberating as he makes his exit.] **** PROMO #6: DOMHNALL O’FLAHERTY [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. Wearing a black, white and green singlet and with red roots showing under black-dyed hair he's pretty clearly of Irish descent, even if you've never heard the name "Domhnall O'Flaherty".] #In the merry month of May, from my home I started,# #left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken hearted,# [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.# [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 gestures down to ringside at the timekeeper for a microphone.] DO: So this is a bit out of the ordinary, isn't it? Rookie man in the ring with a microphone unbidden by trainer or puppeteer to speak. As this is the last hoo-rah I figure why not mount the soapbox like a bowler on a bitch in heat!? [Pause. Dom touches the tips of his fingers to his mouth as if offended by his own words.] DO: Oh, did he say that? Oh, and what's a bowler!? Yeah, I know, I tend to not be "PG" when I'm playin' it loose. To BSW's illustrious crew of judges, veterans and fat former managers I really must apologize for usin' the slang of my homeland and a clinical term taken out of context. Again, last night in BSW so why not let it all hang out? [Removing a tweed driving cap that he seems to wear for the express purpose of now putting over his heart, Dom looks out into the arena.] DO: Perhaps I didn't start strong; mixin' up the rules, drawin' too much attention in a match where the best tactic is to lay low but in the end, I made good, didn't I? Amid the plonkers like Clint Flint and the fog breathin' git Winston Fioritto, amid lesser talents who rely too much on size or speed, among the rough there was a gem but it were no diamond my friends ... it were an emerald. A natural-born son of Saint Patrick, lineage stretching back into the Bronze Age, here and now I scream to the high holy that BSW's gem is Domhnall O'Flaherty! [A mixed reaction escapes the crowd as some of BSW's fans do and others don't appreciate Dom's bravado.] DO: They threw De'Vegas Black at me and many told me "he's too big" and that I was "doomed". Leverage overcame pure power as simple physics took over. The better man won. They threw Jorge Gomez at me and many told me "he's too fast" and ... you get the idea. Yes, Gomez led me on a merry chase but in the end it was a simple matter of getting my mitts hooked into him. From there it was a mauling as surely as with a hound on a hare. The better man won. [Dom puts his hat back on.] DO: And now what? Ryan Martinez, the legacy, the man whose last name sends shivers up the spines of men the world over. I applaud your success Ryan, as you're a tougher man than I first took you to be and I hope you applaud mine as well. I doff my hat to ya, me mucker, win or lose. [Removing his hat demonstratively, Dom twirls it in the air, then immediately puts it back on. That hat thing could get old quickly, for the record.] DO: But will you win? I've thought it out very thoroughly, you know. We're both kinda rough and we like to drop the occasional man on his head. The thing is that you have the one advantage that I most commonly turn against my opponents; height. With a center of gravity about four inches taller than my hip, tipping you is a simple matter requiring no power whatsoever. The first time you find yourself rocking forward on the balls of your feet, be it for a haymaker, a grapple or just because you feel it safe to take a step, that will be your death knell, Ryan. At the end of the day they'll be sayin' once again "the better man won", but will that man be you? When two chess masters come up against one another, the only tactic they have in mind is a deceptively simple one; play a perfect game and wait for the other to make a mistake. Maybe we're not masters yet, Ryan, but I will say this much ... make a mistake, any mistake, and you'll be upended, dumped, pinned and, if you're conscious enough to see it, watchin' another man take your prize. Now, let's do this, shall we? [Placing the microphone in his hat (again, what's up with that hat?), Dom sets both in his corner and awaits his opponent.] **** MATCH #4: BSW FINALS- DOMHNALL O’FLAHERTY vs. RYAN MARTINEZ [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)) [On the opening bell, both Martinez and O’Flaherty charge forward. Martinez hits a forearm to Domhnall’s face, but the Irishman retaliates with a shot of his own, and both men start exchanging forearms, uppercuts, and chops.] JT: This match isn’t starting slow! Martinez is starting to drive O’Flaherty back to the corner. As strong as Domhnall is, I don’t think he can trade shots with Ryan Martinez and win. [Ryan Martinez goes for a roundhouse, but Domhnall ducks underneath, grabs Martinez in a waistlock, lifts him up and drives him face-first into the mat.] PA: He may not need to! If Domhnall can keep it on the mat, Ryan’s power is nullified, while it gets him in good position for those dangerous Sambo throws! [Ryan Martinez goes for a sitout, but Domhnall keeps the waistlock on. Domhnall attempts to lift him up for a throw, but Martinez uses his elbow on Domhnall’s skull to cause a break. Domhnall charges, but Ryan Martinez sidesteps and shoves Domhnall into a corner. Martinez runs in and drives a shoulder into Domhnall’s chest, doubling over the wrestler. Martinez snapmares Domhnall out of the corner and follows up with a running knee, then covers… 1… KICKOUT!] JT: Both men to their feet… Martinez doubles over Domhnall with a boot. Goes for a DDT- Domhanll picks up Martinez and drives him to the mat with a spinebuster! PA: That might be the mistake Domhnall was talking about earlier! [Domhnall grabs Martinez by the hair to pick him up and drop him across his knee with a backbreaker. He covers Martinez… 1… KICKOUT! Domhnall shoves Martinez under the ropes and outside the ring. As Martinez gets back to his feet, Domnhall goes to the ring apron and leaps off, hitting Martinez with a double axe-handle. Domhnall follows up with an Irish whip into the back of the cornerpost.] PA: Martinez hit nothing but cold steel there! Domhnall is VERY good at spotting an opening, and taking advantage of it. That’s going to take him far in his career, and I think that’s going to get him the win in the tournament! [Martinez starts to get back up as Domhnall charges in. At the last second, Martinez bends down, and Domnhall is backdropped, landing on the concrete floor!] JT: I think both men were hurt from that exchange! [Martinez is still up on his feet, but seeing the referee is already at six, opts to throw Domhnall back into the ring, then climb back in himself. Martinez goes for a legdrop but Domhnall rolls out of the way, and Ryan hits nothing but the mat.] CJR: I think both men are a little nervous. It’s a big match, and both Domhnall and Ryan are trying for that one move to win the match. But by trying to force it, they are taking big risks. [Now Domhnall gets to his feet first, grabs Martinez by the arm, and takes him to the mat. He locks in an armbar, and Martinez gets back to his feet quickly.] JT: Martinez knows that by getting to his feet he reduces the pain from the arm, and that his height advantage helps. [Domhnall uses his left leg to sweep Ryan Martinez’s legs and send him back to the mat.] PA: And Domhnall knows the same thing. [The referee asks for a submission, and Martinez shakes his head. He starts to pivot up to his knees, and this time uses his free arm to punch Domhnall in the stomach twice to loosen the armbar. Domhnall releases, then runs to the ropes. On the rebound, Martinez grabs Domhnall over his shoulders and uses a Samoan Drop to drive him to the mat. Martinez follows up by cinching in a facelock, twisting Domhnall’s neck and driving a knee into Domhnall’s back.] JT: Ryan Martinez used that move before, to set up for the brainbuster. [Domhnall turns over and drives his head into Martinez’s stomach, causing Ryan to release the hold. Domhnall trips up Martinez and sends him to the mat, then begins pounding Martinez in the face. He follows up by driving a knee into the ribs of Ryan Martinez, and uses his forearm to choke out Martinez for a four and a half count. After releasing, Domhnall stands up and starts kicking Martinez in the side. Martinez starts to stand up, and Domhnall grabs Martinez in a rear waistlock and launches Martinez with a German Suplex, then covers Ryan… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Domhnall grabs Martinez by the back of his head and slams him, face-first into the mat. He follows up by grabbing the arm of Martinez and bending it back, using his other hand to grab his own wrist to add to the pressure.] JT: That’s not only a submission hold, it’s weakening Martinez’s arm. PA: Dom calls that the Keylock. I call that really painful. [Martinez rolls over to get back to his feet, but Dom follows through to keep leverage on. Martinez is close enough to the ropes to slide a foot under the bottom rope and force a break. Dom releases at four and a half by releasing the arm and smacking Martinez across the face. Martinez fires off a left fist to Domhnall, then repeats with a series of three more fists, before leaping up and bulldogging Domhnall face-first into the mat! He covers… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Martinez starts to pick Domhnall up, but Domhnall grabs Martinez by the right arm and throws him to the mat. Martinez is slow to stand up and Domhnall grabs him, planting him with a Urange, and covers… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Domnhall hits the ropes as Martinez gets back to his feet, and…] JT: Rotating Powerslam! Martinez still has enough strength to pull off the move! PA: But instead of covering, Martinez is shaking off the pain in his arm! He needs to cover to take advantage! [After a couple of seconds that feel longer, Martinez hooks the leg. 1… 2… KICKOUT!] PA: And those seconds cost him. [Both men get to their feet… Martinez uses his left (good arm) and charges with a clothesline, causing Domhnall to nearly somersault backward. Martinez covers again… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Martinez still favors his right arm as he picks up Domhnall, using his left arm Irish whip him to the ropes. On the rebound, Martinez pounces with a side tackle to take Domhnall to the mat. Instead of covering, the crowd cheers as Ryan signals for the brainbuster! ] JT: Ryan’s going for the brainbuster! If he hits this, the match is over! [Martinez cinches in a front facelock and starts to lift Domhnall up… Dom flails with his legs to avoid the hold, and gets back to his feet. Martinez lifts up again, and this time Domhall pivots and delivers an armdrag takeover. As Martinez sits up, he clutches his right arm again.] JT: That armdrag put more pressure on Ryan’s arm! PA: And our Irishman is part shark- he’s smelling blood in the water. [Domhnall quickly grabs Ryan’s arm and rolls outside the ring. Before the referee can protest, Domhnall wraps the arm around the cornerpost! Ryan immediately clutches his arm as the referee yells at Domhnall to get back into the ring and O’Flaherty shakes the cobwebs out of his skull. Ryan sits up, his face in pain, as Domhnall climbs the stairs and into the ring.] JT: Ryan Martinez is in trouble! He can’t move that right arm without being in pain. PA: Which means he can’t lift up Domhnall, he can’t hit Domhnall… and Domhnall knows it. [Domnhall grabs Martinez and tries to put on the Keylock, but Martinez lashes out with a foot to kick Domhnall away. Martinez starts to stand up, and Domnhall dives to the left, keeping Martinez circling to cover his weak side. Domhnall feints to his left and lashes out to his right, catching Martinez in the chest with a double axehandle.] PA: The Irish Maul! [Martinez hits the mat and Domhnall covers… 1… 2… KICKOUT! Domhnall stands up and signals for the Celtic Cross, his finisher. Unlike Martinez with the brainbuster, the crowd doesn’t cheer.] JT: Domhnall stands to Martinez’s side and grabs him in a waistlock. If he hits this… [Domhnall lifts and starts to pivots… Martinez comes to life and drives his knee repeatedly into Domhnall’s skull, causing Dohmhall to release the hold. Martinez doubles over Domhnall, grabs him, lifts…] JT: One arm! Ryan Martinez is hoisting Domhnall in a powerbomb with only one good arm! [A pause… and Ryan Martinez drives Domhnall to the ground with the powerbomb. He stays in the position for a pinfall… 1… 2… Domhnall kicks out… 3!!! … a second too late.] ((DING DING DING)) JT: Ryan Martinez did it! He pulled out the win! PA: Son of a… Look. He still is being ginger with his right arm. One good arm, and he pulled it out. JT: Domhnall threw everything at Ryan Martinez, and Martinez was in a lot of trouble. But he showed that strength and internal fortitude, and beat Domhnall in a close close match. Let’s hear the official result from “Big” Al Lieberman. “Big” Al: Ladies and Gentlemen! The winner of this match- and the winner of Blank Slate Wrestling’s Initial Tournament… RYAN MARTINEZ! [The referee raises Ryan’s left arm as Domhnall shakes his head, pounds the mat, and leaves the ring. Ryan Martinez grins from ear to ear as he holds open the ropes and starts inviting fans from the first few rows to celebrate with him in the ring. As the ring starts to fill with fans, we hear from Jackie Trainor.] JT: This season ends with Ryan Martinez standing victorious as the winner of the season! From all of us at Blank Slate Wrestling, we thank you for watching. It’s been a great season, and we have a proud winner in Ryan Martinez! [The fans continue to enter the ring and congratulate Martinez, with a ‘B-S-W’ chant coming from the fans, as the camera fades out.] |
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| texanspaniard | Dec 20 2010, 11:36 PM Post #3 |
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The Luther Burger
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Yowza! BSW was a ton of fun, I had a blast participating in it. Hope it happens next year, I won't participate, but I'll surely read cos it's a great vehicle for folks to create and flesh out new characters. Lots of fun, congrats to R-Mart on winning it all! Thanks to Sonby for doing this, it was a lot of fun! |
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| DaveG | Dec 21 2010, 05:15 PM Post #4 |
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Bushido Brown
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I agree! I had a great time in BSW, and I think Mike and all the handlers did an awesome job. Can't wait to see what happens to our crew next. |
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| Picky | Dec 21 2010, 05:31 PM Post #5 |
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Now let us retreat wench, for tonight, we feast on snobbery...
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I had fun and it was an enjoyable experience to see new characters develop. Remind me never to use a mockney ever again. |
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Have I told you how much I loathe your continued existence today? Proud member of the Quote Pyramid Builders Union Local #317 | |
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| Mozeart | Dec 21 2010, 07:16 PM Post #6 |
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Sheik-ee, Sheik-ee, give me your answer do...
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Domhnall is so gonna show up in like 2 years when R-Mart's established and blindside him. It'll be awesome.
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| DaveG | Dec 21 2010, 08:22 PM Post #7 |
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Bushido Brown
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I look forward to it. And given Ryan's wonderful gift for pissing everyone off, I'm sure the entire roster will come out to cheer Dom on
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| DaveG | Dec 21 2010, 08:41 PM Post #8 |
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Bushido Brown
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Whatchoo talkin' 'bout? Winston was great. Even if I did spend a lot of time looking up cockney rhyming slang. |
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| RedRajah | Dec 21 2010, 08:44 PM Post #9 |
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Shocked Woona is Shocked
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My "Joy of Swearing" book came in very handy when translating a Winston promo.
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| Picky | Dec 21 2010, 10:28 PM Post #10 |
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Now let us retreat wench, for tonight, we feast on snobbery...
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Uh oh! |
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Have I told you how much I loathe your continued existence today? Proud member of the Quote Pyramid Builders Union Local #317 | |
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| Herr Tommy | Dec 22 2010, 02:54 PM Post #11 |
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The Wwwyzzerdd
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Thanks for the great job, Mike. I enjoyed this experiment a great deal and would love to be a part of some kind of second season. You can sign Adam up for the inevitable Ryan Martinez beatdown as well.
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| Mozeart | Dec 23 2010, 09:44 PM Post #12 |
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Sheik-ee, Sheik-ee, give me your answer do...
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I was so looking forward to winning 2 reality show-style competitions in a row (first being TDW as Jack Keening) too. Oh well. Time to go all IRA and bomb Crimson Joe's car.
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| DaveG | Dec 23 2010, 11:09 PM Post #13 |
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Bushido Brown
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Ah well, at least Jorge is his friend! |
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| texanspaniard | Dec 23 2010, 11:31 PM Post #14 |
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The Luther Burger
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So R-Mart & Jorge versus everyone else? Book it! |
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