Post by Alice White on Jan 6, 2013 21:17:50 GMT -5
Malcolm Gould here to welcome you to another edition of WBSW Live! We've got a big night for you, so stick around!
Loco vs Esteban Almeida vs Sebastian Jankowski
This match is transcribed from the POV of Jim Torres
Well, I'm finally back after the stupid Mexican bastard busted me up over the commentary table over some stupid bullshit. I don't remember what he went apeshit over, but I'm back, I know you missed me. Here I am to report on this show to post to my blog, but I don't know why I have to do it, since Gould is doing the same thing.
So we've got our opening match of the night here, and I have never heard of any of these fools. First, we hear the sound of "Latin Thugs" by Cypress Hill. After a number of seconds, Almeida appears on the stage. He waits for some sort of applause that he thinks he deserves, although he really doesn't, and he shakes his head when he gets absolutely no reaction from the fans. He walks down the stage and screams at the fans who do react to him(spoiler alert: they're booing him), but it's in Spanish, so I have no idea what he's yelling about.
Gould: This guy is pretty obnoxious.
"That he is, Gould." He slides into the ring, and before he can do anything in the ring, we hear the oh so familiar riff from "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine. Sebastian Jankowski wastes no time at all running out onto the stage and posing for a yet again quiet crowd. On his way down the ramp though, he does garner a few high fives from the audience, and that gets him a little bit of applause when he greets them kindly. He and a young kid do a "fist bump" before he slides into the ring, and he poses again.
Lastly, we hear "Lost Control" by Unwritten Law, and the whole arena looks to the stage to see who emerges. This time it's a...what the fuck? It's a white guy, but he's got this whole Mexican wrestling get up going on! Awkward.
Gould: Well this is interesting.
"Yep. I can't wait to hear the story behind this lunatic, eh?" He stands on the stage for a few seconds staring into the ring at his opposition. He charges down and slides in then, and stands up. As Lansing gets the three guys separated, he calls for the bell.
They all three move in slowly, watching each other's every single move as they move to the center. They each reach back and forth, ready for anything, when Almeida attacks Jankowski with a simple takedown. Loco then joins in for a few seconds, until something inside of him goes soft and he turns into some "nice" pansy. He pulls Almeida back so Jankowski can gather himself, and Almeida shoves him, looking confused by it and pretty pissed. Almeida and Loco stare each other down before out of nowhere, Almeida sends a punch at Loco, who ducks out of the way, and sweeps Almeida's legs out from under him, taking him to his back.
Gould: Great athletic display from Loco there.
Loco gets back up and ducks a takedown attempt by Jankowski, turning around and kneeing Jankowski in the ribs quickly, then whipping him into the ropes. Almeida is back up now as he runs and hits Jankowski with a Clothesline, and then Loco comes running from behind Almeida and sends him face first into the mat with a Bulldog!
Gould: Wow, Loco again with a flash of brilliance!
"If that's what you wanna call it." Loco picks Almeida up and whips him into the turnbuckle, then he runs into the corner and hits Almeida with a knee straight into his sternum! Almeida hits the mat, clutching his chest, and Loco looks to Jankowski. The two men lock up, and Loco whips Jankowski into the ropes. Jankowski comes back and Loco leap frogs over him, and when Loco gets turned around and Jankowski is coming back again, he dives at Loco and hits him with a hard shoulder block.
Almeida is back to his feet now, and the two circle around the ring as Loco gets to his feet. He charges and hits both of them with a Double Clothesline, and hops back to his feet. He grabs Jankowski and tosses him over the top rope and turns around, getting hit hard with a running knee from Almeida. Almeida picks him up and throws him over the top rope, but Loco hangs on to the top rope and pulls his legs up, almost pulling himself back into the ring, but instead wrapping his legs around Almeida and pulling him out of the ring and out onto the floor!
Gould: Wow. That was brilliant!
"It was actually kinda cool. Crowd loves it too!" Loco slides into the ring now and watches as Almeida and Jankowski get to their feet and explode on each other with strikes. Almeida whips Jankowski into the stairs that lead up to the ring apron, and this is when Loco dives right in between the ropes and sends Almeida into the guardrail! He gets up and slides Jankowski into the ring, rolling in himself and as Jankowski pulls himself to his feet, Loco hits him with a running knee that levels him. He covers quickly.
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And Almeida pulls Loco off of Jankowski just in time to break up the count. Loco gets up and shoves Almeida, who knees Loco in the gut and then proceeds to Suplex him into the center of the ring. As Almeida gets right back up, he is hit with a Dropkick by Jankowski, who runs to the turnbuckle and hops up to the top rope, diving off and hitting Almeida with a huge Leg Drop. He covers Almeida.
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Loco is up quickly enough to break up this cover! As Jankowski gets up, Almeida is up and leaning on the ropes, and both men run at him and hit Almeida with a double Clothesline that sends him out of the ring. They then stare at each other, before Loco hits Jankowski with a few kicks to the ribs, then a knee to the face. This flattens Jankowski, and opens up an opportunity for Loco to climb to the top rope and dive right off with a Moonsault. He hooks one of Jankowski's legs.
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Jankowski gets a last second shoulder up! Loco gets up, frustrated, and as Jankowski climbs to his feet, Loco kicks him hard in the ribs. He picks Jankowski up and there it is! Lo Locura! The Madness! Before he covers, Almeida is back in the ring, but still dazed. Loco hits his finisher to Almeida and covers!
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Loco picked up the victory! What a match for his debut, and I'm sure we can expect to see a lot more from him later!
Toro vs David Fraggle
Match transcribed by Jim Torres/i]
We had just come back from a break for station identification, when David Fraggle and Sideshow were already on their way to the ring. As they come down the ramp, Fraggle slides into the ring, while Sideshow stays out at ringside, doing his job. They wait a few seconds for Los Conquistadores, but the two Mexican wrestlers never come down. Suddenly, out of nowhere, they're seen running down stairs in the crowd, jumping the guardrail, and violently attacking Sideshow with baseball bats!
Toro, the bigger of the two, dives off the guardrail and hits Sideshow with a Clothesline while the smaller one comes from behind and dives after the back of his knee. They start attacking him violently, swinging the bats at his ribs, when Fraggle dives over the top rope and takes out the smaller one. Toro hits Fraggle in the back, and as Sideshow gets up, Toro swings hard, hitting Sideshow right in the temple. Fraggle is concentrating on the other, and Mitch Thompson hurries down the ramp with his security team.
He gets stuff separated, but Sideshow is lifeless now. The medics hurry down and take him back up the ramp, and Thompson tells Toro that he won't have his partner at ringside with him.
Gould: These bastards getting what they deserve! I love it!
"Pretty much. This should be one hell of a match." Eddie Higgins is officiating this one and he calls for the bell. Toro attacks Fraggle first, but Fraggle dives out of the way and Toro hits the turnbuckle. When Toro turns around, Fraggle hits him with a Dropkick that knocks him back into the corner for a second. He comes back out and Fraggle whips him into the ropes, sending him to the mat with a Hip Toss as he comes back. He then charges and kicks Toro in the spine with a baseball slide of sorts, and Toro arches his back in pain. Fraggle covers immediately.
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Toro kicks out after one. Fraggle picks him up and connects with a vertical Suplex, and locks in a headlock on Toro as the two get to their feet. Toro elbows Fraggle a few times in the ribs, forcing him to break the headlock, and he runs to the ropes, taking Fraggle down with a Headscissors Takedown. He runs to the ropes and lands a Springboard Moonsault and covers Fraggle, but he doesn't even get the full one count when Fraggle gets a shoulder in the air.
Gould: Got a great display of athleticism from both of these guys going on here!
"We do, some awesome competition tonight." Fraggle gets to his feet and hits Toro with an Enziguiri. He grabs him and whips him into the ropes then, sending him across the ring with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors, then charges and punts Toro hard in the ribs! He viciously starts stomping on Toro's chest until Higgins gets in between them after Toro grabs the bottom rope. Fraggle is forced to back up some and Toro rolls out of the ring. Fraggle waits for him for a few seconds as Toro collects himself, and Higgins starts the count out count.
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Fraggle motions for Toro to get into the ring, but Toro decides to milk the count, pacing slowly as he figures out some strategy.
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Fraggle gets impatient and runs across the ring, beautifully executing a Swan Dive over the top rope and flattening Toro! He gets up and pulls Toro to his feet, first throwing him into the stairs by the ring, then into the ring post, and rolls him into the ring, going for a cover.
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Toro somehow gets his leg on the rope, and Higgins sees it. He stops the count and shows Fraggle the situation, so Fraggle gets up, pulling Toro with him. He holds Toro still for a second and hits him hard in the chin with an Uppercut, but before Toro goes down, he fits an Enziguiri in again. The crowd loves this and they're definitely showing it. Fraggle stands at the side of Toro, who is slowly crawling to get to his feet again, and grabs him by the back of his mask. He locks him in and drops him to the mat with an inverted DDT. This gives him the opportunity to cover Toro again.
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TH-- No! Toro gets a shoulder off the mat just before Higgins gets the three in! Fraggle shows clear frustration now as he picks Toro up by the mask and knees him in the ribs a few times, following this up with a whip into the corner. He looks at the crowd for a second or two before charging and hitting Toro with a knee to the chest, resting his other foot on the second rope for a second before jumping up to the top rope and sending Toro to the ground with a Hurricanrana that sends him across the ring.
Gould: Fraggle is showing everyone a very vicious display tonight!
"This one is for Sideshow!" Fraggle ascends to the top rope in the corner, and as Toro slowly gets to his feet(on the other side of the ring, mind you) Fraggle goes for broke and dives off and across the ring, kicking Toro in the face with a HUGE Missile Dropkick that sends Toro like a rag doll, right onto the floor outside of the ring! The crowd just exploded over that, as am I right now!
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Fraggle gets up and soaks up the crowd applause, and when Toro pulls himself up using the apron, Fraggle hits him hard in the chin with a Baseball Slide!
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Fraggle is waiting patiently, resting himself up as he waits for Toro to get to his feet. Toro is on one knee now, and I think he might be hurt pretty bad. I'd feel sympathetic but the bastard deserves it.
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Impatient now, Fraggle dives through the ring ropes, restarting the count and beating the living hell out of Toro. He picks Toro up and throws him into the ring post, then grabs him and does it again! He rolls Toro back into the ring and covers.
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Toro gets a leg on the ropes! Lansing stops the count and Fraggle yanks Toro to the center of the ring, then he locks in a Cross Armbar which gets Toro to struggle a lot to get himself to the ropes. He gets close, but can't quite reach it! He's reaching out...it's within his grasp...and he gets it! Dammit! The bastard got the ropes, and Lansing makes Fraggle break the hold. Fraggle gets up and waits for a few seconds, before Toro gets to his feet and Fraggle connects with the Fraggle Rock Drop! He covers!
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THREE! Fraggle just picked up the win, and now Los Conquistadores must unmask! Toro gets to his feet slowly, and looks around, dazed. When he realizes the severity of what just happened, he darts for the ramp! Thompson comes out in time to level Toro with a Clothesline though! After a few seconds of Thompson holding Toro down, we see two more guards carrying that other little bastard out. They hold him back as Fraggle comes up the ramp and stares at them. He rips the mask off of Toro, then his partner, and the two crouch down to hide their faces from everyone, I don't think that anyone got a good look at them, I couldn't really see. But now Fraggle is holding both masks high as a trophy, and the crowd is erupting for him! This is awesome! We'll be right back!
As we come back from a break, Alex Morgan is now in the ring with David Fraggle. Morgan has a microphone, and Fraggle is still holding on to the masks as his trophy, a huge grin across his face.
Morgan: Congratulations on that win, Mr. Fraggle. We all knew you could do it.
Gould: I do wonder what's in store for those guys now though. That's gotta be humiliating.
Torres: Doesn't matter, the bastards deserved what they got.
Morgan: But since your partner, "Sideshow" Euan Dante is injured with a pretty bad concussion and a leg injury, he will be sidelined for a number of weeks. You two will no longer be able to compete for the Tag Team Championships, and unfortunately, I can not afford to delay that for you guys.
Fraggle gives an understanding nod, and the crowd boos, sympathetic to the fact that the V-List worked hard to earn that title shot. Morgan waits for the fans to quiet down.
Morgan: But don't think that I haven't noticed all of the hard work and effort that you have put in to your time spent here so far. Everywhere from leading Judas to the top of our roster so long ago, to working to get to the top yourself, you've given a hard, non-stop effort, and with great effort comes great reward. That is why I will be naming you our next number one contender for Gunner Hughes' WBSW Championship.
The crowd goes crazy for this news. Fraggle has definitely built himself one hell of a fanbase here at WBSW, even after building a monster to destroy it.
Morgan: Congratulations on earning that shot. And as far as the Tag Team Championships are concerned, I have no choice but to name the new match as Vice Squad vs the Black Circle Boys. This match will take place at our next Blacklist, in the Main Event!
The crowd loves it. They cheer for almost a minute at this news. Fraggle is like a kid at Christmas, he's so excited.
Morgan: So congratulations, Mr. Fraggle. Have a great 2013.
Morgan drops the microphone and gets out of the ring, Fraggle still looking to be in shock about this news.
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COMMERCIAL
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Time to Talk Business
Alex Morgan is seen sitting in his office, on his iPhone. Just as he hangs up, he sees two businessmen walk in.
Morgan
Can I help you gentlemen?
The first man, an older man, speaks.
Man
I'm Robert Martin, and this is my associate, Isaac Bloom. We'd like to make you an offer for this company.
Morgan
But I'm...not selling the company...
Martin
Well, I didn't necessarily mean that, Mr. Morgan. You see, we are both very avid fans of the wrestling industry, and we have both taken quite a shine to the company, as well as the leadership that you bring to the table. We know that you are a brilliant businessman, but you seem to lack a certain kind of...guidance...that could make this company grow.
Morgan looks intrigued.
Martin
You see, the thing that we want to do with this, is sort of..broaden the spectrum, so to speak. It would be kind of an expansion program, if you will. You will still be the majority owner, but we would like to buy all of the minority stock in the company. You would still have all creative control and control of direction, whereas we would just make a few changes to help out a bit. You'll barely even know that we're here.
Morgan is clearly intrigued by this.
Martin
What do you say?
Morgan points to two chairs across the desk.
Morgan
Well, we still have quite a bit of time to discuss it, how about we see if something can be worked out?
The two men sit as we cut back to the arena.
Hank Sharpe vs Luca Flores
Transcribed by Malcolm Gould
The crowd loves it when the red lights start flashing and the sirens blast throughout the arena. The Miami Vice theme song plays and the crowd manages to get even louder! Hank Sharpe is seen running through the curtain and he jumps in the air once and poses for the lovely crowd. Lance Carter follows quickly after, wearing his flashy 80's suit. The two make their way down to the ring, greeting and saluting fans along the way. Sharpe slides into the ring and Carter walks around to one side of it, still greeting more fans.
After a few seconds, an instrumental version of "Ashes of the Innocent" hits, and the crowd, after being quiet in anticipation, explode again when Luca Flores hits the stage. He trots down the ramp to crowd applause and slides into the ring. He runs to one turnbuckle and points to the sky, and does his signature backflip. He turns to face Sharpe, and they meet in the center of the ring, staring into each other's eyes for a moment before shaking hands.
Torres: Let's get on with it already... This sportsmanship moment is boring me.
"Shut up, turd." The bell rings and both men circle the ring for a few seconds. They go in and lock up, which ends in a complete stalemate, and they back up. They go in for a lock up again, this time Flores gets the advantage and is able to whip Sharpe into the opposite ropes. He drops to the ground and Sharpe hops over him, and when Luca gets up he sends Sharpe across the ring with an Arm Drag, and they both hop right back up. Sharpe hits Luca with a knee to the midsection and lands a Snap Suplex. He whips Luca into the corner then, and runs at him, sending him to the mat with a monkey flip, then he hurries over and locks in a sleeper hold. Luca grabs onto the ropes and Sharpe lets go pretty much immediately.
Torres: This is boring.
"This is some nice technical wrestling." Luca sidesteps from a Dropkick and backs into the ropes, landing a very quick Leg Drop of his own. He picks Sharpe up and drops him right away with a DDT, going for the cover, but not even getting a full one out of Lansing. He picks Sharpe up and jumps up, attempting a Hurricanrana, but Sharpe counters it and sends Luca to the mat with a Powerbomb, as Carter stands on the outside, cheering on his partner in crime(fighting). Sharpe covers.
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TW-Luca kicks out quickly. Sharpe picks him up and lands him onto the mat with a Suplex, then he covers again.
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Another Kickout. Sharpe sighs as he gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope. Luca hurries to his feet and jumps onto the rope, kicking Sharpe with an Enziguiri, which sends Sharpe awkwardly to the floor on the outside. Luca is flat for a few seconds before getting up and sliding out of the ring, grabbing Sharpe and rolling him into the ring, and then sliding into the ring himself. He hurries to cover sharpe now.
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Sharpe gets a leg on the ropes before the three, and the count is stopped. Luca gets to his feet again and picks up Sharpe. He backs up to the corner, pulling Sharpe along as he hops up and sits on the top turnbuckle. He sets up and pushes himself off, spinning around and landing a Tornado DDT on Sharpe that leaves them both on the mat for a few seconds before Luca gets up.
Torres: What a display of athleticism from both of these guys.
Luca is on his feet now, as Sharpe gets up as well. Luca is facing away from Sharpe, who locks his arms around Luca and is looking for a German Suplex, but Luca elbows him in the face to break the hold and he connects with his very own signature, The Countdown! He gets up and works the crowd up for a while, getting them into a frenzy. As Sharpe gets to his knees, Luca is looking for the Snapshot, but with almost like a sixth sense, Sharpe ducks out of the way and turns it into an Ankle Lock! He wraps himself up around Luca's leg as he pulls and twists on the ankle, while Luca struggles to find a way out of it.
Torres: Is Sharpe really going to pick up the victory with a spur of the moment ankle lock? You can't be serious!
And just as Torres says that, Luca manages to grab onto the bottom rope, and the lock is broken almost instantly as the rope is grabbed. Sharpe gets to his feet quickly, and Luca leans against the turnbuckle, shaking his sore leg, as though he's trying to get some feeling back in it that isn't a bad pain. He gets up and limps around for a second before being tripped up by Sharpe, then hit with a heel to the face. Sharpe covers.
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TH--Luca gets a shoulder up! Sharpe goes to the corner and hops up onto the turnbuckle, landing a Diving Leg Drop onto Luca before getting back to his feet and grabbing Luca by the hair. He whips Luca into the ropes and hits him hard with a Dropkick, and both men lie on the mat for a few more seconds. Sharpe hops up to his feet and goes to grab Luca, who is able to shove him away. Sharpe comes back with a Clothesline, but Luca ducks, and as Sharpe turns around, he is hit with a Pelè Kick! Sharpe goes to the mat, grasping his head, while Luca just tries to get himself going again.
Torres: That was an amazing save on Luca's part. The only thing that he could possibly have done to keep the match from ending early.
Luca covers, and Carter is seen on the outside, cheering his partner to kick out.
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Kickout! The crowd erupts as Sharpe gets to his feet quickly. He ducks a few shots by Luca and drops him with an Enziguiri. He gets up and runs around the ring for a few seconds and climbs to the top rope! There it is! Top Gun Special! Sharpe hooks the leg, and gets the three count and the win!
But before any celebration can occur, the two are ambushed by the Black Circle Boys, who come behind and hit them with steel pipes repeatedly. They then pull them to their feet and carry them to opposite corners, where they connect with simultaneous Black Circle Cutters. As the Vice Squad roll out of the ring to avoid further injury, Fenriz grabs a microphone.
Fenriz: Here we go boys, get out here and "defend" that gold as you wish to. We're ready!
He drops the microphone and waits.
Words of a Champion
The fans are awaiting the next match to be announced, but instead they see WBSW reporter Barry Lincoln show up on the big screen, appearing to be standing in the backstage area. As the view zooms out a bit, the WBSW Champion Gunner Hughes can be seen standing next to him.
Barry
Hello everybody, Barry Lincoln here, and I’m backstage standing next to the WBSW Champion, Gunner Hughes, who has just learned who he will be defending his WBSW Championship against next. Now Gunner, you heard the announcement earlier, and Alex Morgan says that David Fraggle is the next man to challenge you for the WBSW Championship. You and David Fraggle are certainly no strangers, as you’ve already crossed paths once before on your road to the WBSW Championship when he managed Judas Fraggle so you have at least some idea what he’s bringing to the table. What are your thoughts on David as a title contender?
Gunner nods his head as he pats the face place of the WBSW Championship belt that’s draped over his shoulder.
Gunner
You know something Barry, one of the greatest thrills of professional wrestling is walking around as the champion in your promotion……and I don’t think there’s anybody who knows that more than David Fraggle. The man has had his eyes set on WBSW gold since the first time I’ve ever seen him in a WBSW ring, and he hasn’t taken them of it ever since. I have no doubt in my mind that he’ll be a tough challenge.
Barry
Well the first time you and David Fraggle crossed paths, things got a little out of hand and you ended up narrowly escaping an assault by him and Judas. What have you learned from that, and what will you do to prepare yourself for this upcoming battle with David?
Gunner
Come on Barry…I was born at night, but it sure as hell wasn’t last night. I’m not going to stand here and tell you how I plan to prepare for David Fraggle. I mean, why don’t I just make him a video of my training regimen while I’m at it too? I just got through saying how dangerous Fraggle is, so the last thing I’m going to do is tell you or anybody else how I prepare for this fight. But as far as the first part of your question…..what did I learn?
He pats the faceplate of title belt again.
Gunner
I learned that I need to remain focused on the task at hand…no matter what. The Fraggles might have walked away that night feeling that they accomplished something by interfering in my affairs, but I still walked away as a man who had just completed his mission. Last week when everybody all seen Steven Yellow and his two apes blindside me and leave me to the medics, I’m sure they all drove away in their rented limo and felt pretty good about themselves too. But again….it was me who walked out to that ring and got the job done by sending Steven Yellow to the unemployment line and retaining my WBSW Championship. So you see Barry, I’ve been able to withstand all of that adversity because I have kept my focus on the task, no matter what. That’s what I will do when David Fraggle and I lock horns for this strap, and that’s why I will beat him and retain it.
Barry
Well like you said Gunner….David Fraggle has said on many occasions that he wants to become a WBSW Champion. We saw the battles he went through and the punishment he took over the hardcore championship since becoming an active wrestler himself, so one can only imagine the lengths he will go to in order to become the WBSW Champion….
Gunner cuts off Barry.
Gunner
You now something Barry….maybe your right.
A confused Barry glances back at Gunner.
BarryWhat do you mean?
Gunner
About David Fraggle and about what he’ll go through in order to become champion….we don’t really know do we?
Barry
I guess not but…
Again Gunner interrupts Barry.
Gunner
So why don’t we find out on the next show?
The fans inside the arena begin to cheer, as it sounds like the champion is calling out the number one contender. Barry waits for them to quiet down a bit, then he responds.
Barry
Wait…so are you suggesting that you defend the WBSW Championship on the next show against David Fraggle?
Again the fans cheer, and it’s Gunner who has to wait to respond.
Gunner
Well I don’t know about that, I’m sure the boss has that match already planned for a big event. No Barry, what I’m proposing is just a regular ole’ match between me and David Fraggle….any type of match he wants.
Gunner’s eyes then light up as he appears to get an idea.
Gunner
Wait a minute….you know what Barry, in the spirit of the up and coming tag team division why don’t we make it a tag team match? Me and a partner versus David Fraggle and whoever he can find for a partner. Or even better yet….random tag team partners. How does that sound?
The arena echoes with cheers yet again, and Gunner smiles as he likes what he’s hearing. Barry acknowledges the cheers as he continues.
Barry
Well judging by those cheers Gunner, the fans think it sounds pretty darn good.
Gunner
Of course they do, because they want to see a good show and they know that every time I climb through those ropes they’re going to get one. David Fraggle is the number one contender to this title belt, the man who is supposed to dethrone my reign as champion. So if he wants a chance to claim my spot as the top dog in this company…
Gunner smiles with an evil grin.
Gunner
….that chance is going to come with a price. And on the next edition of WBSDW Live…..I’m coming to collect!
Gunner walks off, leaving Barry standing in the hallway. Barry then looks into the camera and raises the mic back up to his mouth.
Barry
Well you heard it ladies and gentleman, the champ has laid down a challenge to the number one contender. A tag team match with random tag team partners in their corner….this could get interesting. Back to you guys.
The screen goes black and the scene then cuts back to ringside.
Transcribed by Malcolm Gould
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight, as we prepare for this week's main event! Our crowd is electric as we prepare for our much advertised main event, the Black Circle Boys already waiting in the ring for their opponents, Real Xtreme, to arrive. Lark and Ryder are seen forming a little huddle in the one corner, when we do finally hear Real Xtreme's theme song hit.
They appear on the ramp and stare down at the two men in the ring, UWL Championship belts in tow. They hold them high, one of them even smirking and mouthing something at the Black Circle Boys, to which Lark Fenriz just grins evilly and uses his long finger to make a beckoning gesture.
Torres: Our Black Circle Boys look ready for some action, don't they?
"They sure do." Real Xtreme head down the ramp, and it appears as though they have a fairly small fanbase in our crowd tonight, as they do get a little applause to a larger number of boos as they get into the ring. They hand their belts to Eddie Higgins, who treats them like some sort of treasure as he shows them to the crowd and hands them off. Our very own Barry Lincoln with the intros.
Lincoln: The following match is a House of Horrors Match and is for the United Wrestling League Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the team of Lark Fenriz and Shawn Ryder, WBSW's Black Circle Boys!
And the crowd erupts...in a chorus of boos! I hate them too, but the fans could at least root for the home team!
Lincoln: And their opponents tonight, at a combined weight of 539 pounds... From New York City... They are the UWL Tag Team Champions...... REAL XTREME!
A lot of boos here as well, although it seems like a few fans appreciate them and we do get a small number of cheers as the two teams huddle in their corners quickly. Shawn Ryder and Lance Williams start this one off with Robinson and Fenriz fighting as Higgins calls for the bell. Ryder and Williams lock up in the center of the ring and Ryder pushes Williams back to the ropes before whipping him. Williams bounces off of the opposite ropes and runs right into Ryder who falls through the top and center ropes onto the apron. He gets back up and Williams tries to throw him out onto the floor, but Ryder grabs him by the head and brings him to the corner, hitting his face into the turnbuckle and getting back into the ring.
Fenriz and Robinson are battling it out as Fenriz throws Robinson out of the ring and onto the floor, then climbs down and rolls Robinson back in, proceeding to sit next to Torres and myself and watch the match unfold.
Ryder grabs Williams and puts him on the ground with a quick Suplex, and they both get right back up. Williams whips Ryder now and sends him down with a Hip Toss, then drops real quick and locks in a headlock of sorts. He holds on tight as Ryder squirms around in an attempt to either get out of the hold or get to the ropes to get himself some leverage to get up. He finally does get to the ropes and climbs to his feet while Williams keeps the hold locked in. Ryder wraps his hands around Williams and lifts him and drops him with Back Drop.
Robinson is back out of the ring and he dives over the table, flattening Fenriz with a huge Clothesline!
Torres: I feel like this match isn't very exciting, and the Black Circle Boys aren't representing us so well.
"Give them time Torres, the match has gone on for all of thirty seconds so far." Ryder drops Williams with another Suplex, and as Williams gets up, Ryder hits him hard with a Clothesline which keeps him down for a few seconds, giving Ryder some time to stomp on his chest a little bit. After a few stomps, Williams locks in an ankle lock, but Ryder is able to roll onto his back and kick Williams off of him and get back up before it did any actual damage and is able to send Williams out of the ring with a Dropkick.
Fenriz tosses Robinson face first into the ring post, then does it again, then into the stairs as he rolls him into the ring and gets Ryder's attention, telling him to cover Robinson. Ryder covers.
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TW--But Williams breaks up the count before Higgins gets the two in! Ryder gets up and dive tackles Williams, going right at him with repeated punches. Robinson pulls Ryder off of Williams, and Ryder turns around, hitting him with a huge right hand, flattening him for a few seconds. Robinson grabs his jaw before we see Fenriz come up from behind him and wraps a leather strap around his throat, choking him out! After a few seconds, Fenriz is hit with a baseball slide from Williams!
Torres: Nice defense from Real Xtreme.
Williams gets up and throws Ryder with a Fisherman's Suplex, and as they both get up, he levels Ryder with a quick Clothesline. Fenriz hops up onto the apron, but is hit by a Dropkick from Robinson that sends him back out to the floor. Robinson gets right back up as he and Williams both alternate throwing punches to the face of Ryder. He is eventually hit with an uppercut that sends him to the mat, and then Robinson is sent to the mat from a shot with a steel chair from Fenriz!
Torres: That's what I'm talking about! Some real action to liven things up!
"Seriously? You're so out of touch with traditional wrestling that it just isn't the same to you without weapons?" And Fenriz now is beating the life out of Williams with the chair, hitting him in the stomach, then in the back, and as Williams drops to his knees, Fenriz swings and sends him flying and down onto his back after a shot to the head with it! He throws the chair to the mat now and picks him up, lifting him on the air and dropping him with Sammeal! He covers quickly.
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Robinson pulls Fenriz off of Williams just before the three starts! Ryder grabs Robinson now and throws him into the nearest corner, hitting him with repeated kicks to the midsection, and Fenriz joins in after a couple of seconds. Ryder backs off, as does Fenriz, then Fenriz charges at him and kicks him with a boot to the face! Robinson hits the mat falling forward, and the Black Circle Boys look at the lifeless bodies of Real Xtreme.
Torres: It's looking good for my boys now.
"Your boys? Seems like everyone's your boy." Fenriz looks at Ryder now, a gleam in his eyes. This does not bode well at all for the UWL Tag Team Champs.
Fenriz: TAAAAABLE!
Ryder obliges happily, sliding out of the ring and grabbing a table. He grins evilly as he slides under the ring and comes out with...is that gasoline? No! Hell no! Higgins, you have to do something! But Higgins is distracted by Fenriz who is tryin to strangle Williams again with that leather strap! Ryder pours gas all over that table and slides it into the ring as Fenriz grabs it and sets it up near a corner, then they drag Robinson's lifeless body to the corner and sit him up on the top turnbuckle...
Torres: They're not gonna..
"Oh yes they are! These two are psychotic!" Fenriz sets up and goes for a Black Circle Cutter, but Williams hits him hard with a Spear just before he can! The two of them just fly through the ropes and out onto the floor, as Ryder tackles Robinson off of the top rope. Higgins calls for the backstage crew, who extinguish the fire quickly, and leave before they can get caught up in the madness.
Torres: They could have picked up the victory there.
"They could have killed somebody! There is a line there, and they continually try to cross it." Fenriz throws Williams hard into the guardrail, as Ryder pounds furiously into the face of Robinson. He is beating him senseless, as Fenriz tosses Williams into the crowd, and climbs over the rail himself. He throws a few punches, as the two of them head up the stands and stairs to the top of the lower deck.
Ryder keeps the fight close to the ring though, as he picks up a two by four and cracks Robinson in the back with it. Robinson goes down, but only to his knees, and Ryder hits him again, this time busting the wood over Robinson's back. As Robinson winces in pain, Ryder tosses the broken wood aside and runs, kicking Robinson in the jaw. He climbs up onto the ring apron and hits him with a Diving Elbow Drop, then he gets to his feet and holds his arms up high.
Fenriz and Williams are at the very top of the lower deck now, punching each other and making each other back up along the walkway, back and forth. A few fans are taunting them, throwing little bits of popcorn, but the two don't seem to be bothered. Fenriz gets an awesome right hook in that could take someone's head off, and he goes to toss Williams over the railing, but Williams catches himself and swings an arm up, hitting Fenriz in the nose, and I think it might just be broken, it's bleeding now. He gets up and punches Fenriz in the face again, who proceeds to trip over a couple fans. I can see that turning into a lawsuit in a hurry.
Back in the ring, Ryder and Robinson are both on their feet, and have been staring each other down for a good thirty seconds. Robinson charges and takes Ryder down, pounding rapidly at him. He gets up and Ryder gets up slowly, as Robinson connects with the Brooklyn Bridge! He gets a two and Fenriz is back to break up the count.
Torres: Fenriz got here awful quick. Lucky for Ryder.
Fenriz ducks a Clothesline from Ryder, and hits Robinson with a Clothesline of his own. Williams gets into the ring and Fenriz dives after him, taking him out. This gives Ryder time to grab another table on the outside and bring it in. They set this one on fire as well! Jesus Christ!
Torres: Another flaming table! No way!
Ryder sets Robinson up on the top turnbuckle and Fenriz comes over and connects the Black Circle Cutter right through the flaming table! He rolls Robinson out of the flame and covers!
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Fenriz just picked up the win for his team! Oh my God! The medical team hurries out as Fenriz and Ryder hold their arms up in victory. This was a brutal display, absolutely harsh. And here comes the Vice Squad, back and ready for more! They both take an opponent and the beatdown has begun. They are just ruthless out there! Here comes the security team now, but it's no good. They can't keep the four men separated! Ladies and gentlemen, we're out of time! We'll see you in two weeks!
Loco vs Esteban Almeida vs Sebastian Jankowski
This match is transcribed from the POV of Jim Torres
Well, I'm finally back after the stupid Mexican bastard busted me up over the commentary table over some stupid bullshit. I don't remember what he went apeshit over, but I'm back, I know you missed me. Here I am to report on this show to post to my blog, but I don't know why I have to do it, since Gould is doing the same thing.
So we've got our opening match of the night here, and I have never heard of any of these fools. First, we hear the sound of "Latin Thugs" by Cypress Hill. After a number of seconds, Almeida appears on the stage. He waits for some sort of applause that he thinks he deserves, although he really doesn't, and he shakes his head when he gets absolutely no reaction from the fans. He walks down the stage and screams at the fans who do react to him(spoiler alert: they're booing him), but it's in Spanish, so I have no idea what he's yelling about.
Gould: This guy is pretty obnoxious.
"That he is, Gould." He slides into the ring, and before he can do anything in the ring, we hear the oh so familiar riff from "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine. Sebastian Jankowski wastes no time at all running out onto the stage and posing for a yet again quiet crowd. On his way down the ramp though, he does garner a few high fives from the audience, and that gets him a little bit of applause when he greets them kindly. He and a young kid do a "fist bump" before he slides into the ring, and he poses again.
Lastly, we hear "Lost Control" by Unwritten Law, and the whole arena looks to the stage to see who emerges. This time it's a...what the fuck? It's a white guy, but he's got this whole Mexican wrestling get up going on! Awkward.
Gould: Well this is interesting.
"Yep. I can't wait to hear the story behind this lunatic, eh?" He stands on the stage for a few seconds staring into the ring at his opposition. He charges down and slides in then, and stands up. As Lansing gets the three guys separated, he calls for the bell.
They all three move in slowly, watching each other's every single move as they move to the center. They each reach back and forth, ready for anything, when Almeida attacks Jankowski with a simple takedown. Loco then joins in for a few seconds, until something inside of him goes soft and he turns into some "nice" pansy. He pulls Almeida back so Jankowski can gather himself, and Almeida shoves him, looking confused by it and pretty pissed. Almeida and Loco stare each other down before out of nowhere, Almeida sends a punch at Loco, who ducks out of the way, and sweeps Almeida's legs out from under him, taking him to his back.
Gould: Great athletic display from Loco there.
Loco gets back up and ducks a takedown attempt by Jankowski, turning around and kneeing Jankowski in the ribs quickly, then whipping him into the ropes. Almeida is back up now as he runs and hits Jankowski with a Clothesline, and then Loco comes running from behind Almeida and sends him face first into the mat with a Bulldog!
Gould: Wow, Loco again with a flash of brilliance!
"If that's what you wanna call it." Loco picks Almeida up and whips him into the turnbuckle, then he runs into the corner and hits Almeida with a knee straight into his sternum! Almeida hits the mat, clutching his chest, and Loco looks to Jankowski. The two men lock up, and Loco whips Jankowski into the ropes. Jankowski comes back and Loco leap frogs over him, and when Loco gets turned around and Jankowski is coming back again, he dives at Loco and hits him with a hard shoulder block.
Almeida is back to his feet now, and the two circle around the ring as Loco gets to his feet. He charges and hits both of them with a Double Clothesline, and hops back to his feet. He grabs Jankowski and tosses him over the top rope and turns around, getting hit hard with a running knee from Almeida. Almeida picks him up and throws him over the top rope, but Loco hangs on to the top rope and pulls his legs up, almost pulling himself back into the ring, but instead wrapping his legs around Almeida and pulling him out of the ring and out onto the floor!
Gould: Wow. That was brilliant!
"It was actually kinda cool. Crowd loves it too!" Loco slides into the ring now and watches as Almeida and Jankowski get to their feet and explode on each other with strikes. Almeida whips Jankowski into the stairs that lead up to the ring apron, and this is when Loco dives right in between the ropes and sends Almeida into the guardrail! He gets up and slides Jankowski into the ring, rolling in himself and as Jankowski pulls himself to his feet, Loco hits him with a running knee that levels him. He covers quickly.
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And Almeida pulls Loco off of Jankowski just in time to break up the count. Loco gets up and shoves Almeida, who knees Loco in the gut and then proceeds to Suplex him into the center of the ring. As Almeida gets right back up, he is hit with a Dropkick by Jankowski, who runs to the turnbuckle and hops up to the top rope, diving off and hitting Almeida with a huge Leg Drop. He covers Almeida.
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Loco is up quickly enough to break up this cover! As Jankowski gets up, Almeida is up and leaning on the ropes, and both men run at him and hit Almeida with a double Clothesline that sends him out of the ring. They then stare at each other, before Loco hits Jankowski with a few kicks to the ribs, then a knee to the face. This flattens Jankowski, and opens up an opportunity for Loco to climb to the top rope and dive right off with a Moonsault. He hooks one of Jankowski's legs.
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Jankowski gets a last second shoulder up! Loco gets up, frustrated, and as Jankowski climbs to his feet, Loco kicks him hard in the ribs. He picks Jankowski up and there it is! Lo Locura! The Madness! Before he covers, Almeida is back in the ring, but still dazed. Loco hits his finisher to Almeida and covers!
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Loco picked up the victory! What a match for his debut, and I'm sure we can expect to see a lot more from him later!
Toro vs David Fraggle
Match transcribed by Jim Torres/i]
We had just come back from a break for station identification, when David Fraggle and Sideshow were already on their way to the ring. As they come down the ramp, Fraggle slides into the ring, while Sideshow stays out at ringside, doing his job. They wait a few seconds for Los Conquistadores, but the two Mexican wrestlers never come down. Suddenly, out of nowhere, they're seen running down stairs in the crowd, jumping the guardrail, and violently attacking Sideshow with baseball bats!
Toro, the bigger of the two, dives off the guardrail and hits Sideshow with a Clothesline while the smaller one comes from behind and dives after the back of his knee. They start attacking him violently, swinging the bats at his ribs, when Fraggle dives over the top rope and takes out the smaller one. Toro hits Fraggle in the back, and as Sideshow gets up, Toro swings hard, hitting Sideshow right in the temple. Fraggle is concentrating on the other, and Mitch Thompson hurries down the ramp with his security team.
He gets stuff separated, but Sideshow is lifeless now. The medics hurry down and take him back up the ramp, and Thompson tells Toro that he won't have his partner at ringside with him.
Gould: These bastards getting what they deserve! I love it!
"Pretty much. This should be one hell of a match." Eddie Higgins is officiating this one and he calls for the bell. Toro attacks Fraggle first, but Fraggle dives out of the way and Toro hits the turnbuckle. When Toro turns around, Fraggle hits him with a Dropkick that knocks him back into the corner for a second. He comes back out and Fraggle whips him into the ropes, sending him to the mat with a Hip Toss as he comes back. He then charges and kicks Toro in the spine with a baseball slide of sorts, and Toro arches his back in pain. Fraggle covers immediately.
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Toro kicks out after one. Fraggle picks him up and connects with a vertical Suplex, and locks in a headlock on Toro as the two get to their feet. Toro elbows Fraggle a few times in the ribs, forcing him to break the headlock, and he runs to the ropes, taking Fraggle down with a Headscissors Takedown. He runs to the ropes and lands a Springboard Moonsault and covers Fraggle, but he doesn't even get the full one count when Fraggle gets a shoulder in the air.
Gould: Got a great display of athleticism from both of these guys going on here!
"We do, some awesome competition tonight." Fraggle gets to his feet and hits Toro with an Enziguiri. He grabs him and whips him into the ropes then, sending him across the ring with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors, then charges and punts Toro hard in the ribs! He viciously starts stomping on Toro's chest until Higgins gets in between them after Toro grabs the bottom rope. Fraggle is forced to back up some and Toro rolls out of the ring. Fraggle waits for him for a few seconds as Toro collects himself, and Higgins starts the count out count.
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Fraggle motions for Toro to get into the ring, but Toro decides to milk the count, pacing slowly as he figures out some strategy.
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Fraggle gets impatient and runs across the ring, beautifully executing a Swan Dive over the top rope and flattening Toro! He gets up and pulls Toro to his feet, first throwing him into the stairs by the ring, then into the ring post, and rolls him into the ring, going for a cover.
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Toro somehow gets his leg on the rope, and Higgins sees it. He stops the count and shows Fraggle the situation, so Fraggle gets up, pulling Toro with him. He holds Toro still for a second and hits him hard in the chin with an Uppercut, but before Toro goes down, he fits an Enziguiri in again. The crowd loves this and they're definitely showing it. Fraggle stands at the side of Toro, who is slowly crawling to get to his feet again, and grabs him by the back of his mask. He locks him in and drops him to the mat with an inverted DDT. This gives him the opportunity to cover Toro again.
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TH-- No! Toro gets a shoulder off the mat just before Higgins gets the three in! Fraggle shows clear frustration now as he picks Toro up by the mask and knees him in the ribs a few times, following this up with a whip into the corner. He looks at the crowd for a second or two before charging and hitting Toro with a knee to the chest, resting his other foot on the second rope for a second before jumping up to the top rope and sending Toro to the ground with a Hurricanrana that sends him across the ring.
Gould: Fraggle is showing everyone a very vicious display tonight!
"This one is for Sideshow!" Fraggle ascends to the top rope in the corner, and as Toro slowly gets to his feet(on the other side of the ring, mind you) Fraggle goes for broke and dives off and across the ring, kicking Toro in the face with a HUGE Missile Dropkick that sends Toro like a rag doll, right onto the floor outside of the ring! The crowd just exploded over that, as am I right now!
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Fraggle gets up and soaks up the crowd applause, and when Toro pulls himself up using the apron, Fraggle hits him hard in the chin with a Baseball Slide!
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Fraggle is waiting patiently, resting himself up as he waits for Toro to get to his feet. Toro is on one knee now, and I think he might be hurt pretty bad. I'd feel sympathetic but the bastard deserves it.
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Impatient now, Fraggle dives through the ring ropes, restarting the count and beating the living hell out of Toro. He picks Toro up and throws him into the ring post, then grabs him and does it again! He rolls Toro back into the ring and covers.
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Toro gets a leg on the ropes! Lansing stops the count and Fraggle yanks Toro to the center of the ring, then he locks in a Cross Armbar which gets Toro to struggle a lot to get himself to the ropes. He gets close, but can't quite reach it! He's reaching out...it's within his grasp...and he gets it! Dammit! The bastard got the ropes, and Lansing makes Fraggle break the hold. Fraggle gets up and waits for a few seconds, before Toro gets to his feet and Fraggle connects with the Fraggle Rock Drop! He covers!
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THREE! Fraggle just picked up the win, and now Los Conquistadores must unmask! Toro gets to his feet slowly, and looks around, dazed. When he realizes the severity of what just happened, he darts for the ramp! Thompson comes out in time to level Toro with a Clothesline though! After a few seconds of Thompson holding Toro down, we see two more guards carrying that other little bastard out. They hold him back as Fraggle comes up the ramp and stares at them. He rips the mask off of Toro, then his partner, and the two crouch down to hide their faces from everyone, I don't think that anyone got a good look at them, I couldn't really see. But now Fraggle is holding both masks high as a trophy, and the crowd is erupting for him! This is awesome! We'll be right back!
The New Picture
As we come back from a break, Alex Morgan is now in the ring with David Fraggle. Morgan has a microphone, and Fraggle is still holding on to the masks as his trophy, a huge grin across his face.
Morgan: Congratulations on that win, Mr. Fraggle. We all knew you could do it.
Gould: I do wonder what's in store for those guys now though. That's gotta be humiliating.
Torres: Doesn't matter, the bastards deserved what they got.
Morgan: But since your partner, "Sideshow" Euan Dante is injured with a pretty bad concussion and a leg injury, he will be sidelined for a number of weeks. You two will no longer be able to compete for the Tag Team Championships, and unfortunately, I can not afford to delay that for you guys.
Fraggle gives an understanding nod, and the crowd boos, sympathetic to the fact that the V-List worked hard to earn that title shot. Morgan waits for the fans to quiet down.
Morgan: But don't think that I haven't noticed all of the hard work and effort that you have put in to your time spent here so far. Everywhere from leading Judas to the top of our roster so long ago, to working to get to the top yourself, you've given a hard, non-stop effort, and with great effort comes great reward. That is why I will be naming you our next number one contender for Gunner Hughes' WBSW Championship.
The crowd goes crazy for this news. Fraggle has definitely built himself one hell of a fanbase here at WBSW, even after building a monster to destroy it.
Morgan: Congratulations on earning that shot. And as far as the Tag Team Championships are concerned, I have no choice but to name the new match as Vice Squad vs the Black Circle Boys. This match will take place at our next Blacklist, in the Main Event!
The crowd loves it. They cheer for almost a minute at this news. Fraggle is like a kid at Christmas, he's so excited.
Morgan: So congratulations, Mr. Fraggle. Have a great 2013.
Morgan drops the microphone and gets out of the ring, Fraggle still looking to be in shock about this news.
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COMMERCIAL
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Time to Talk Business
Alex Morgan is seen sitting in his office, on his iPhone. Just as he hangs up, he sees two businessmen walk in.
Morgan
Can I help you gentlemen?
The first man, an older man, speaks.
Man
I'm Robert Martin, and this is my associate, Isaac Bloom. We'd like to make you an offer for this company.
Morgan
But I'm...not selling the company...
Martin
Well, I didn't necessarily mean that, Mr. Morgan. You see, we are both very avid fans of the wrestling industry, and we have both taken quite a shine to the company, as well as the leadership that you bring to the table. We know that you are a brilliant businessman, but you seem to lack a certain kind of...guidance...that could make this company grow.
Morgan looks intrigued.
Martin
You see, the thing that we want to do with this, is sort of..broaden the spectrum, so to speak. It would be kind of an expansion program, if you will. You will still be the majority owner, but we would like to buy all of the minority stock in the company. You would still have all creative control and control of direction, whereas we would just make a few changes to help out a bit. You'll barely even know that we're here.
Morgan is clearly intrigued by this.
Martin
What do you say?
Morgan points to two chairs across the desk.
Morgan
Well, we still have quite a bit of time to discuss it, how about we see if something can be worked out?
The two men sit as we cut back to the arena.
Hank Sharpe vs Luca Flores
Transcribed by Malcolm Gould
The crowd loves it when the red lights start flashing and the sirens blast throughout the arena. The Miami Vice theme song plays and the crowd manages to get even louder! Hank Sharpe is seen running through the curtain and he jumps in the air once and poses for the lovely crowd. Lance Carter follows quickly after, wearing his flashy 80's suit. The two make their way down to the ring, greeting and saluting fans along the way. Sharpe slides into the ring and Carter walks around to one side of it, still greeting more fans.
After a few seconds, an instrumental version of "Ashes of the Innocent" hits, and the crowd, after being quiet in anticipation, explode again when Luca Flores hits the stage. He trots down the ramp to crowd applause and slides into the ring. He runs to one turnbuckle and points to the sky, and does his signature backflip. He turns to face Sharpe, and they meet in the center of the ring, staring into each other's eyes for a moment before shaking hands.
Torres: Let's get on with it already... This sportsmanship moment is boring me.
"Shut up, turd." The bell rings and both men circle the ring for a few seconds. They go in and lock up, which ends in a complete stalemate, and they back up. They go in for a lock up again, this time Flores gets the advantage and is able to whip Sharpe into the opposite ropes. He drops to the ground and Sharpe hops over him, and when Luca gets up he sends Sharpe across the ring with an Arm Drag, and they both hop right back up. Sharpe hits Luca with a knee to the midsection and lands a Snap Suplex. He whips Luca into the corner then, and runs at him, sending him to the mat with a monkey flip, then he hurries over and locks in a sleeper hold. Luca grabs onto the ropes and Sharpe lets go pretty much immediately.
Torres: This is boring.
"This is some nice technical wrestling." Luca sidesteps from a Dropkick and backs into the ropes, landing a very quick Leg Drop of his own. He picks Sharpe up and drops him right away with a DDT, going for the cover, but not even getting a full one out of Lansing. He picks Sharpe up and jumps up, attempting a Hurricanrana, but Sharpe counters it and sends Luca to the mat with a Powerbomb, as Carter stands on the outside, cheering on his partner in crime(fighting). Sharpe covers.
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Another Kickout. Sharpe sighs as he gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope. Luca hurries to his feet and jumps onto the rope, kicking Sharpe with an Enziguiri, which sends Sharpe awkwardly to the floor on the outside. Luca is flat for a few seconds before getting up and sliding out of the ring, grabbing Sharpe and rolling him into the ring, and then sliding into the ring himself. He hurries to cover sharpe now.
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Sharpe gets a leg on the ropes before the three, and the count is stopped. Luca gets to his feet again and picks up Sharpe. He backs up to the corner, pulling Sharpe along as he hops up and sits on the top turnbuckle. He sets up and pushes himself off, spinning around and landing a Tornado DDT on Sharpe that leaves them both on the mat for a few seconds before Luca gets up.
Torres: What a display of athleticism from both of these guys.
Luca is on his feet now, as Sharpe gets up as well. Luca is facing away from Sharpe, who locks his arms around Luca and is looking for a German Suplex, but Luca elbows him in the face to break the hold and he connects with his very own signature, The Countdown! He gets up and works the crowd up for a while, getting them into a frenzy. As Sharpe gets to his knees, Luca is looking for the Snapshot, but with almost like a sixth sense, Sharpe ducks out of the way and turns it into an Ankle Lock! He wraps himself up around Luca's leg as he pulls and twists on the ankle, while Luca struggles to find a way out of it.
Torres: Is Sharpe really going to pick up the victory with a spur of the moment ankle lock? You can't be serious!
And just as Torres says that, Luca manages to grab onto the bottom rope, and the lock is broken almost instantly as the rope is grabbed. Sharpe gets to his feet quickly, and Luca leans against the turnbuckle, shaking his sore leg, as though he's trying to get some feeling back in it that isn't a bad pain. He gets up and limps around for a second before being tripped up by Sharpe, then hit with a heel to the face. Sharpe covers.
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TH--Luca gets a shoulder up! Sharpe goes to the corner and hops up onto the turnbuckle, landing a Diving Leg Drop onto Luca before getting back to his feet and grabbing Luca by the hair. He whips Luca into the ropes and hits him hard with a Dropkick, and both men lie on the mat for a few more seconds. Sharpe hops up to his feet and goes to grab Luca, who is able to shove him away. Sharpe comes back with a Clothesline, but Luca ducks, and as Sharpe turns around, he is hit with a Pelè Kick! Sharpe goes to the mat, grasping his head, while Luca just tries to get himself going again.
Torres: That was an amazing save on Luca's part. The only thing that he could possibly have done to keep the match from ending early.
Luca covers, and Carter is seen on the outside, cheering his partner to kick out.
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Kickout! The crowd erupts as Sharpe gets to his feet quickly. He ducks a few shots by Luca and drops him with an Enziguiri. He gets up and runs around the ring for a few seconds and climbs to the top rope! There it is! Top Gun Special! Sharpe hooks the leg, and gets the three count and the win!
But before any celebration can occur, the two are ambushed by the Black Circle Boys, who come behind and hit them with steel pipes repeatedly. They then pull them to their feet and carry them to opposite corners, where they connect with simultaneous Black Circle Cutters. As the Vice Squad roll out of the ring to avoid further injury, Fenriz grabs a microphone.
Fenriz: Here we go boys, get out here and "defend" that gold as you wish to. We're ready!
He drops the microphone and waits.
Words of a Champion
The fans are awaiting the next match to be announced, but instead they see WBSW reporter Barry Lincoln show up on the big screen, appearing to be standing in the backstage area. As the view zooms out a bit, the WBSW Champion Gunner Hughes can be seen standing next to him.
Barry
Hello everybody, Barry Lincoln here, and I’m backstage standing next to the WBSW Champion, Gunner Hughes, who has just learned who he will be defending his WBSW Championship against next. Now Gunner, you heard the announcement earlier, and Alex Morgan says that David Fraggle is the next man to challenge you for the WBSW Championship. You and David Fraggle are certainly no strangers, as you’ve already crossed paths once before on your road to the WBSW Championship when he managed Judas Fraggle so you have at least some idea what he’s bringing to the table. What are your thoughts on David as a title contender?
Gunner nods his head as he pats the face place of the WBSW Championship belt that’s draped over his shoulder.
Gunner
You know something Barry, one of the greatest thrills of professional wrestling is walking around as the champion in your promotion……and I don’t think there’s anybody who knows that more than David Fraggle. The man has had his eyes set on WBSW gold since the first time I’ve ever seen him in a WBSW ring, and he hasn’t taken them of it ever since. I have no doubt in my mind that he’ll be a tough challenge.
Barry
Well the first time you and David Fraggle crossed paths, things got a little out of hand and you ended up narrowly escaping an assault by him and Judas. What have you learned from that, and what will you do to prepare yourself for this upcoming battle with David?
Gunner
Come on Barry…I was born at night, but it sure as hell wasn’t last night. I’m not going to stand here and tell you how I plan to prepare for David Fraggle. I mean, why don’t I just make him a video of my training regimen while I’m at it too? I just got through saying how dangerous Fraggle is, so the last thing I’m going to do is tell you or anybody else how I prepare for this fight. But as far as the first part of your question…..what did I learn?
He pats the faceplate of title belt again.
Gunner
I learned that I need to remain focused on the task at hand…no matter what. The Fraggles might have walked away that night feeling that they accomplished something by interfering in my affairs, but I still walked away as a man who had just completed his mission. Last week when everybody all seen Steven Yellow and his two apes blindside me and leave me to the medics, I’m sure they all drove away in their rented limo and felt pretty good about themselves too. But again….it was me who walked out to that ring and got the job done by sending Steven Yellow to the unemployment line and retaining my WBSW Championship. So you see Barry, I’ve been able to withstand all of that adversity because I have kept my focus on the task, no matter what. That’s what I will do when David Fraggle and I lock horns for this strap, and that’s why I will beat him and retain it.
Barry
Well like you said Gunner….David Fraggle has said on many occasions that he wants to become a WBSW Champion. We saw the battles he went through and the punishment he took over the hardcore championship since becoming an active wrestler himself, so one can only imagine the lengths he will go to in order to become the WBSW Champion….
Gunner cuts off Barry.
Gunner
You now something Barry….maybe your right.
A confused Barry glances back at Gunner.
BarryWhat do you mean?
Gunner
About David Fraggle and about what he’ll go through in order to become champion….we don’t really know do we?
Barry
I guess not but…
Again Gunner interrupts Barry.
Gunner
So why don’t we find out on the next show?
The fans inside the arena begin to cheer, as it sounds like the champion is calling out the number one contender. Barry waits for them to quiet down a bit, then he responds.
Barry
Wait…so are you suggesting that you defend the WBSW Championship on the next show against David Fraggle?
Again the fans cheer, and it’s Gunner who has to wait to respond.
Gunner
Well I don’t know about that, I’m sure the boss has that match already planned for a big event. No Barry, what I’m proposing is just a regular ole’ match between me and David Fraggle….any type of match he wants.
Gunner’s eyes then light up as he appears to get an idea.
Gunner
Wait a minute….you know what Barry, in the spirit of the up and coming tag team division why don’t we make it a tag team match? Me and a partner versus David Fraggle and whoever he can find for a partner. Or even better yet….random tag team partners. How does that sound?
The arena echoes with cheers yet again, and Gunner smiles as he likes what he’s hearing. Barry acknowledges the cheers as he continues.
Barry
Well judging by those cheers Gunner, the fans think it sounds pretty darn good.
Gunner
Of course they do, because they want to see a good show and they know that every time I climb through those ropes they’re going to get one. David Fraggle is the number one contender to this title belt, the man who is supposed to dethrone my reign as champion. So if he wants a chance to claim my spot as the top dog in this company…
Gunner smiles with an evil grin.
Gunner
….that chance is going to come with a price. And on the next edition of WBSDW Live…..I’m coming to collect!
Gunner walks off, leaving Barry standing in the hallway. Barry then looks into the camera and raises the mic back up to his mouth.
Barry
Well you heard it ladies and gentleman, the champ has laid down a challenge to the number one contender. A tag team match with random tag team partners in their corner….this could get interesting. Back to you guys.
The screen goes black and the scene then cuts back to ringside.
Real Xtreme(c) vs Black Circle Boys
Transcribed by Malcolm Gould
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight, as we prepare for this week's main event! Our crowd is electric as we prepare for our much advertised main event, the Black Circle Boys already waiting in the ring for their opponents, Real Xtreme, to arrive. Lark and Ryder are seen forming a little huddle in the one corner, when we do finally hear Real Xtreme's theme song hit.
They appear on the ramp and stare down at the two men in the ring, UWL Championship belts in tow. They hold them high, one of them even smirking and mouthing something at the Black Circle Boys, to which Lark Fenriz just grins evilly and uses his long finger to make a beckoning gesture.
Torres: Our Black Circle Boys look ready for some action, don't they?
"They sure do." Real Xtreme head down the ramp, and it appears as though they have a fairly small fanbase in our crowd tonight, as they do get a little applause to a larger number of boos as they get into the ring. They hand their belts to Eddie Higgins, who treats them like some sort of treasure as he shows them to the crowd and hands them off. Our very own Barry Lincoln with the intros.
Lincoln: The following match is a House of Horrors Match and is for the United Wrestling League Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the team of Lark Fenriz and Shawn Ryder, WBSW's Black Circle Boys!
And the crowd erupts...in a chorus of boos! I hate them too, but the fans could at least root for the home team!
Lincoln: And their opponents tonight, at a combined weight of 539 pounds... From New York City... They are the UWL Tag Team Champions...... REAL XTREME!
A lot of boos here as well, although it seems like a few fans appreciate them and we do get a small number of cheers as the two teams huddle in their corners quickly. Shawn Ryder and Lance Williams start this one off with Robinson and Fenriz fighting as Higgins calls for the bell. Ryder and Williams lock up in the center of the ring and Ryder pushes Williams back to the ropes before whipping him. Williams bounces off of the opposite ropes and runs right into Ryder who falls through the top and center ropes onto the apron. He gets back up and Williams tries to throw him out onto the floor, but Ryder grabs him by the head and brings him to the corner, hitting his face into the turnbuckle and getting back into the ring.
Fenriz and Robinson are battling it out as Fenriz throws Robinson out of the ring and onto the floor, then climbs down and rolls Robinson back in, proceeding to sit next to Torres and myself and watch the match unfold.
Ryder grabs Williams and puts him on the ground with a quick Suplex, and they both get right back up. Williams whips Ryder now and sends him down with a Hip Toss, then drops real quick and locks in a headlock of sorts. He holds on tight as Ryder squirms around in an attempt to either get out of the hold or get to the ropes to get himself some leverage to get up. He finally does get to the ropes and climbs to his feet while Williams keeps the hold locked in. Ryder wraps his hands around Williams and lifts him and drops him with Back Drop.
Robinson is back out of the ring and he dives over the table, flattening Fenriz with a huge Clothesline!
Torres: I feel like this match isn't very exciting, and the Black Circle Boys aren't representing us so well.
"Give them time Torres, the match has gone on for all of thirty seconds so far." Ryder drops Williams with another Suplex, and as Williams gets up, Ryder hits him hard with a Clothesline which keeps him down for a few seconds, giving Ryder some time to stomp on his chest a little bit. After a few stomps, Williams locks in an ankle lock, but Ryder is able to roll onto his back and kick Williams off of him and get back up before it did any actual damage and is able to send Williams out of the ring with a Dropkick.
Fenriz tosses Robinson face first into the ring post, then does it again, then into the stairs as he rolls him into the ring and gets Ryder's attention, telling him to cover Robinson. Ryder covers.
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TW--But Williams breaks up the count before Higgins gets the two in! Ryder gets up and dive tackles Williams, going right at him with repeated punches. Robinson pulls Ryder off of Williams, and Ryder turns around, hitting him with a huge right hand, flattening him for a few seconds. Robinson grabs his jaw before we see Fenriz come up from behind him and wraps a leather strap around his throat, choking him out! After a few seconds, Fenriz is hit with a baseball slide from Williams!
Torres: Nice defense from Real Xtreme.
Williams gets up and throws Ryder with a Fisherman's Suplex, and as they both get up, he levels Ryder with a quick Clothesline. Fenriz hops up onto the apron, but is hit by a Dropkick from Robinson that sends him back out to the floor. Robinson gets right back up as he and Williams both alternate throwing punches to the face of Ryder. He is eventually hit with an uppercut that sends him to the mat, and then Robinson is sent to the mat from a shot with a steel chair from Fenriz!
Torres: That's what I'm talking about! Some real action to liven things up!
"Seriously? You're so out of touch with traditional wrestling that it just isn't the same to you without weapons?" And Fenriz now is beating the life out of Williams with the chair, hitting him in the stomach, then in the back, and as Williams drops to his knees, Fenriz swings and sends him flying and down onto his back after a shot to the head with it! He throws the chair to the mat now and picks him up, lifting him on the air and dropping him with Sammeal! He covers quickly.
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Robinson pulls Fenriz off of Williams just before the three starts! Ryder grabs Robinson now and throws him into the nearest corner, hitting him with repeated kicks to the midsection, and Fenriz joins in after a couple of seconds. Ryder backs off, as does Fenriz, then Fenriz charges at him and kicks him with a boot to the face! Robinson hits the mat falling forward, and the Black Circle Boys look at the lifeless bodies of Real Xtreme.
Torres: It's looking good for my boys now.
"Your boys? Seems like everyone's your boy." Fenriz looks at Ryder now, a gleam in his eyes. This does not bode well at all for the UWL Tag Team Champs.
Fenriz: TAAAAABLE!
Ryder obliges happily, sliding out of the ring and grabbing a table. He grins evilly as he slides under the ring and comes out with...is that gasoline? No! Hell no! Higgins, you have to do something! But Higgins is distracted by Fenriz who is tryin to strangle Williams again with that leather strap! Ryder pours gas all over that table and slides it into the ring as Fenriz grabs it and sets it up near a corner, then they drag Robinson's lifeless body to the corner and sit him up on the top turnbuckle...
Torres: They're not gonna..
"Oh yes they are! These two are psychotic!" Fenriz sets up and goes for a Black Circle Cutter, but Williams hits him hard with a Spear just before he can! The two of them just fly through the ropes and out onto the floor, as Ryder tackles Robinson off of the top rope. Higgins calls for the backstage crew, who extinguish the fire quickly, and leave before they can get caught up in the madness.
Torres: They could have picked up the victory there.
"They could have killed somebody! There is a line there, and they continually try to cross it." Fenriz throws Williams hard into the guardrail, as Ryder pounds furiously into the face of Robinson. He is beating him senseless, as Fenriz tosses Williams into the crowd, and climbs over the rail himself. He throws a few punches, as the two of them head up the stands and stairs to the top of the lower deck.
Ryder keeps the fight close to the ring though, as he picks up a two by four and cracks Robinson in the back with it. Robinson goes down, but only to his knees, and Ryder hits him again, this time busting the wood over Robinson's back. As Robinson winces in pain, Ryder tosses the broken wood aside and runs, kicking Robinson in the jaw. He climbs up onto the ring apron and hits him with a Diving Elbow Drop, then he gets to his feet and holds his arms up high.
Fenriz and Williams are at the very top of the lower deck now, punching each other and making each other back up along the walkway, back and forth. A few fans are taunting them, throwing little bits of popcorn, but the two don't seem to be bothered. Fenriz gets an awesome right hook in that could take someone's head off, and he goes to toss Williams over the railing, but Williams catches himself and swings an arm up, hitting Fenriz in the nose, and I think it might just be broken, it's bleeding now. He gets up and punches Fenriz in the face again, who proceeds to trip over a couple fans. I can see that turning into a lawsuit in a hurry.
Back in the ring, Ryder and Robinson are both on their feet, and have been staring each other down for a good thirty seconds. Robinson charges and takes Ryder down, pounding rapidly at him. He gets up and Ryder gets up slowly, as Robinson connects with the Brooklyn Bridge! He gets a two and Fenriz is back to break up the count.
Torres: Fenriz got here awful quick. Lucky for Ryder.
Fenriz ducks a Clothesline from Ryder, and hits Robinson with a Clothesline of his own. Williams gets into the ring and Fenriz dives after him, taking him out. This gives Ryder time to grab another table on the outside and bring it in. They set this one on fire as well! Jesus Christ!
Torres: Another flaming table! No way!
Ryder sets Robinson up on the top turnbuckle and Fenriz comes over and connects the Black Circle Cutter right through the flaming table! He rolls Robinson out of the flame and covers!
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THREE!
Fenriz just picked up the win for his team! Oh my God! The medical team hurries out as Fenriz and Ryder hold their arms up in victory. This was a brutal display, absolutely harsh. And here comes the Vice Squad, back and ready for more! They both take an opponent and the beatdown has begun. They are just ruthless out there! Here comes the security team now, but it's no good. They can't keep the four men separated! Ladies and gentlemen, we're out of time! We'll see you in two weeks!