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Results of Show #8

*as processed and computed by TEW '13, the official game engine of Guest Booker

 

 

SHOW #8

 

 

Show Open/ Video Recap (B-)

 

 

ADORABLE CASSANDRO OVER SCHISM (D+)

 

 

Fernando’s Address Interrupted by Colonel Marchena (B+)

 

 

Announcers Talk Club Texas (C+)

 

 

CLUB TEXAS OVER BERZERKUS ©

 

 

Fernando Intrigued by LDV (B-)

 

 

ESTRELLA OVER WHITE PANTHER Jr (B-)

 

 

El Angel Super Entrance (B)

 

 

REVOLUTION OVER GIGANTE/EL ANGEL/AERONAUT (B)

 

 

Show Grade: B-

 

TV Rating: 1.42

 

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GLOBAL NONSTOP WRESTLING PRESENTS:

 

“Hora de los Condenados”

LIVE on Lucha.NET

Episode: 9

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The cards were scattered all over his bed. He closed his eyes and tried with all of his might to summon an ace. The cards began to tremble. So did he.

 

 

 

 

“HEY!”

 

 

 

 

“STOP FOOLING WITH THOSE GODDAMNED MAGIC TRICKS AND COMEDOWNHERE!!!”

 

 

 

 

Oscar Black woke up with a shot, sitting up in the bed that nearly filled the back bay of his gypsy caravan camper. There’s sweat on his brow that he doesn’t wipe away. The two carnies that were smoking cigarettes just outside his door come up the steps with their knives drawn, thinking Black is in trouble. Until they realize it’s just the dream again.

 

 

 

 

Just the dream again.

 

 

 

 

 

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WMD vs Azul

 

 

 

With Oscar Black and the rest of the Berzerkus nearly surrounding the ring with their traveling freak show, Aeronaut, who touched down outside alongside Azul, spends more time looking over his shoulder than watching out for his partner who is crushed by WMD in just over two minutes. Her power is overwhelming; her powerbomb? Deadly. It sets up her see-it-to-believe-it frogsplash. Azul twitches as he is covered by the intimidating she-beast.

 

 

 

 

Phil’s Notes: Nothing to see here, ya’ll, just a straight up squash match. WMD is a talent, there’s no question about it, getting her over a bit more so I can do something with her is the next step, I think.

 

 

 

 

 

Result: WMD wins via pinfall @ 2:05

 

 

 

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We are outdoors, around high noon by the look of the sun, hovering high above a dusty-floored cattle ring. Inside the ring, there are a pair of barrels and, as we get closer, a densely muscled sun-burned man wrestles one massive bull after another to the ground. He handles maybe four or five in succession. It is amazing.

 

 

 

“There have been some powerful men from this part of Mexico. But this Texano Loco? He is a god among men down here. I have never seen such feats of strength. People tell tales about him; he is the stuff of legends.” –Ronwell Quincy Dobbs, Editor, Five Star Observer

 

 

 

The people that surround the ring applaud him and he stands, powerful in the sun, glistening shirtless and wearing only jeans, boots, and leather gloves.

 

 

 

“The men, they want to be him. And the women, they want to be with him. I mean, look at him.”- April Azure, Ranchhand

 

 

 

Angelina Texas sits on the hood of a truck, wearing daisy dukes and looking longingly at Texano as he basks in the adulation.

 

 

 

“He’s every girl’s dream, I know that now. One day, I hope for a second chance. I think he’s the love of my life.” –Angelina Texas

 

 

 

When they open the gate and Toro trots out, he gives a few high fives and takes a victory lap, tipping his hat to the circle of pick-up trucks that surround the ring with their lights flashing in his honor. On his way by, he sees Angelina and gives her a quick hug before pumping his fists and retreating to the farmhouse adjacent to the ring.

 

 

 

“He hugged me.” –Angelina Texas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fernando Romero smiles as Lucia Della Vega strokes the book sitting in her lap. It’s eye pops open and as she continues to pat it, it seems to buzz somewhat….or purr.

 

 

 

The large steel crate behind her begins to shake, slowly at first but ramping up to violent rocking, strain against the chains that tether it to the floor in the corner of the office.

 

 

 

When Fernando’s eyes widen and the carte begins looking like it’s going to come unglued, Lucia Della Vega simply raises the book above her head. It ceases moving immediately.

 

 

 

The whole office is quiet until Fernando raises his glass and clinks the ice cubes around, respectfully saluting Lucia.

 

 

 

FR: “Tonight then?”

 

 

 

She nods.

 

 

 

LDV: ‘He seems hungry, yes?”

 

 

 

 

 

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Club Texas never really lets this one get away from them…..except for when STYGMA starts beating the tar out of Angelina Texas, doing all sorts of dastardly old-school heel things to keep her from her corner….the big bully. Again, watching Angelina get beat around gets the super horned-up and confused Toro Texano all riled up on the apron, but referee Ramiro Pasqual is ready for it and is all over him the second he tries to intervene, maintaining order throughout.

 

 

 

 

STYGMA and Calaca were opponents on two separate occasions and only get along as a tag team for a couple of minutes. Considering their personalities, it’s amazing it lasted as long as it did. Pequino (himself part of a loose alliance with Sideshow) wipes out both Calaca and Referee Pasqual with a cannonball bomb and eventually it pulls everyone in the ring.

 

 

 

 

Angelina finally catches STYGMA with a back elbow and makes a Ricardo Morton hot tag to Texano who starts handing out monster running clotheslines like they are on sale, dropping everyone in the match at least twice and yelling out “TEY-HAAS” with his horns up, staring straight into the hard lens and looking around for the first unlucky person to get to their feet. It is STYGMA, and he is immediately hooked, hoisted up, and dropped on his brain with Texano’s “LSD” (muscle buster). The three count is uncontested. Wow.

 

 

 

 

Phil’s Notes: This match is all about momentum. Club Texas needs it and STYGMA, in particular, has it to bleed. The fans are really warming up to Angelina Texas in a big, big way. I’d hoped for as much. But how about Texano in that match? The kid is a bull. Might’ve actually made the right call giving them the straps.

 

 

 

 

Result: Club Texas wins via pinfall @ 7:04

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We are in a backstage dressing room, one that is done up in soft light, like a set for an old-timey movie star. The lone lamp in the room is covered with a red scarf, but it gives off enough light for Adorable Cassandro to stare at the reflection in the mirror and put the finishing touches on his/her lipstick.

 

 

 

“The prettiest flower can have the most deadly poison."

 

 

 

Kissy face. Smooch!

 

 

 

“I am that flower; the prettiest in the whole window-box, don’t you know?”

 

 

 

His/her voice lowers.

 

 

 

“But brother, you had better believe that I am not the type of lady you want to run into in a barfight.”

 

 

 

“Because I am mean, I am bad…and I am goddamned deadly.”

 

 

 

“Estrella, I mean you no disrespect honey, girl power and all that, but that X-Division Championship would look a whole helluva lot better around my pretty waist than it does around yours.”

 

 

 

“And I intend to add it to my wardrobe posthaste.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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On this occasion, Estrella owns things, quickly shutting off WP’s offense and taking her time running through her own catalog, really outing on a show. The fans chant her name as she breaks out an amazing dropkick that leads to a never-before-seen twisting-spike DDT from the corner, something that would seem to be right out of Panther’s handbook.

 

 

 

With the memory of beating his son last week fresh in her mind, Estrella goes for the kill, monkey flipping Panther Sr completely head over heels, leaving him facedown on the bottom buckle. A tumble, roll, backflip-bomb combo sends shivers throughout the faithful. Then he is back on his feet, and she drops him on his head with a german suplex before lining him up for her “Starmaker” (split legged moonsault), getting the pinfall immediately.

 

 

 

Everyone goes nuts when she climbs the turnbuckles again, this time holding the X-Division title belt aloft.

 

 

 

Cassandro’s music hits, the fashion-show bassline thumping as he comes out and preens, strutting on the top of the ramp, but never coming down to the ring.

 

 

 

Phil’s Notes: I don’t know how much more I can put over Estrella, but Cassandro’s momentum bursts are getting him play. I’m curious how their styles will mesh, but the rating should be good in almost any case.

 

 

 

Estrella wins via pinfall over White Panther Sr @ 8:59

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HS: “I’m sick, I’ll admit it. I’m as sick as these fans who want to see it, too; my bad. I’m dying to get a look at this thing that Fernando Romero controls through this woman…. that is supposed to be a maneater; aren’t you at least a little interested?”

 

 

 

 

IV: “I’m interested, sure, but I’m scared also. I just don’t know what to think about this…..this thing, getting into or ring to compete. I mean, what is it, really? A….thing…..a…?”

 

 

 

 

JC: “This mistake of nature, this vehicle of pure cold blooded evil, this eater of men: it debuts on Hour of the Damned after this!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sairento vs. Suave

 

 

Lucia Della Vega, smoking hot and leggy as a summer day is long, would normally draw every eye in the room when she walks in. But holding a book with an eye in it high over her head and leading the odd half-crawling vampire Sairento to the ring is the only situation where she is an afterthought. In fact his entrance takes up the bulk of his in-ring time. The fog only adds to the terror. A mother along the railing snatches up her child, pulling him back when Sairento passes. He just tilts his head slightly in the child’s direction before licking his lips and moving on.

 

 

 

Suave doesn’t know what to make of Sairento, who sits completely still on all fours in his corner, even after the bell rings. But as soon as the pretty-boy makes a move toward him, Sairento springs into action, deftly rolling and flipping around the ring while striking the pretty boy with stiff hands and kicks at every turn. Suave is a step and a half behind everything and gets pummeled, eventually finding himself face down, with Sairento holding both of his wrists and resting a heavy boot on the back of his neck. Lucia holds the book over her head, ordering him to finish the job and in one gruesome motion, he complies, violently curbstomping Suave’s moneymaker flush into the mat. Referee Ramiro Pasqual checks on him and, getting nothing, stops the match immediately, calling for the bell and some medical help from the back.

 

 

 

 

But before the medics and stand-by physician can even get to the ring, Sairento stands Suave on jelly-legs and wraps himself around him like some sort of spider-snake. Locking him in, Sairento somehow begins quickly ascending into the rafters. the building’s highest point, clutching his unconscious victim as he disappears up into the shadows.

 

 

 

A hush cloaks the Fight Zone.

 

 

 

LDV climbs into the ring, looking up into the darkness. She waits a second before holding the book aloft, immediately summoning Sairento who emerges from the eaves alone.

 

 

 

 

Phil’s Notes: Keeping my new plaything close to the vest for now. Going to have him squash a few folks and then really hit the ground running before I try to figure out where he fits.

 

 

 

 

Result: Sairento wins via pinfall @ 1:52

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HS: “So wait a second? Where’s Suave? I mean, he went up….must he not come down? Isn’t that how that whole thing goes?”

 

 

 

JC: “I don’t want to be the one to say it, but the hitchhikers they picked up on the road, those workmen they trapped in his room; I’m worried that what happened to those people just happened to Suave.”

 

 

 

HS: “So is he….?”

 

 

 

IV: “Don’t even say it. Just don’t. Jorge, don’t we have to pay some bills and make sure everyone knows about the huge show next week?”

 

 

 

JC: “Great idea, Ida. It is a huge show….and I don’t know if I even want to think about what happened to Suave.”

 

 

 

 

Estrella vs Adorable Cassandro

-X-Division Title Match-

 

 

 

“Adorable Cassandro has been scorching hot of late, finally putting it all together and raising him/herself from comedy act to legitimate contender. But in order to win his/her first major North American championship, Cassandro has to unenviable task of stepping into the ring with quite possibly the hottest wrestler on the planet, the X-Division Champion Estrella. So...good luck with that.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

El Angel/Aeronaut/Club Texas vs Hijo del Sultan/Revolution/Cyco Clown

 

 

“It’s a huge eight man tag team match. The fan favorite El Angel leads his team of the high flying spaceman Aeronaut and the tag-team champions Club Texas into the Fight Zone to face the Berzerkus’ Cyco Clown, the high flying Jorge and Hector Munoz, and the Lucha Libre legend Hijo del Sultan. I don’t know if one ring will be big enough to contain all of the high octane offense that these fighters can produce, but I’m sure glad I’ll be on hand to see them try.”

 

 

 

 

 

GDRJR vs Luzbel vs. Col. Marchena

-World Title Triple Threat Match-

 

 

 

“In the main event, quite possibly the biggest match in the short history of GNW; a three way dance for the still vacant GNW World Heavyweight Championship. Everyone remembers what went down three weeks ago between the demon Luzbel and the legend, the Mexican Superman, Green Doctor Jr. But before they can settle their issues one-on-one, Colonel Marchena, by way of his impressive run of wins and his equally impressive donations to Fernando Romero’s rainy day fund has forced his way into the mix. Make no mistake though, Marchena is just as dangerous and devious as the devil himself and as accomplished in the ring as the historically decorated second generation emerald medic. It should be a barnburner; I don’t see how anyone can afford to miss it.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Colonel Marchena vs. Gigante

 

 

Gigante tries again and comes out with the thunder, throwing his massive fists around, building momentum and trying to stay on top of the constantly reeling Colonel. But Marchena is as sneaky as he is skilled and gouges the giant in the eye when he gets an opening and, once again, takes full control of the match, keeping the massive beast on the mat with a collection of holds, kneedrops, and elbow drops. Every single person in the crowd knows where it will all lead and Marchena, on the cusp of a title shot, doesn’t disappoint, methodically working his way toward the anklelock. And when he slaps it onto Gigante’s huge ankle and begins cranking it back and forth before locking his wrists and turning it grossly to one side, they cheer. Gigante lets out a guttural cry and begins pounding the mat, tapping out and rolling to the floor holding onto the damaged ankle like it is broken.

 

 

 

Colonel Marchena just laughs at Gigante as he lays on his back on the floor, ring attendants and concerned looking backstage doctors rushing down to tend to him.

 

 

 

The Colonel marches around the ring victorious for a moment or two before gesturing for a microphone and standing on the second turnbuckle, yelling in the direction of Gigante, who is just trying to slink off, his limp getting a bit better as he walks.

 

 

 

“Go home, Giant, you’re done! There’s no fight left in you! You’re weak!”

 

 

 

“You quit before you even begin to feel the pain! Look at you tonight! Why aren’t you even limping anymore?”

 

 

 

“Because you’re a quitter!”

 

 

 

“And this business is done with you.”

 

 

 

“Go home!”

 

 

 

Gigante keeps his eyes low, not meeting any of the fans’ gazes as he walks out of the building, now limp free. He nods to no one in particular.

 

 

 

Phil’s Notes: Kept this match on the short side and filled out the rest of the segment with the post-match stuff, which is a high profile spot on the show for Gigante’s story. I’m hoping he benefits from the extra exposure. Colonel Marchena is riding high; booking this one as a squash, albeit a long one, should give his momentum another little nudge toward A going into next week. There’s a lot riding on that show and that match; there’s no need to not go the extra mile setting the table if you can.

 

 

 

 

Result: Col. Marchena wins via submission @ 7:59

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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SAIII-REN-TO! *clap clap clapclapclap*

SAIII-REN-TO! *clap clap clapclaplcap*

 

One of my absolute favorite workers. I marked out a little... okay, quite a bit actually. You're making good moves, Phil.

 

I like the dynamic of Club Texas. They're a good tag team, really. Glad to see them champs. I cannot wait for the reign of Adorable Cassandra(o).

 

Also, WMD should win every match in under 2 mins. She's a demon.

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Just spent the last little while reading through this and was blown the frick away. I was thinking about doing a Lucha Underground-style dynasty in the C-Verse with Vibert running the show... And I had zero idea this dynasty existed. (I haven't been on this forum in a couple of years and jumped back in when I saw the new game was coming out.)

 

This is ridiculously great. I don't know if I'm going to jump back into dynasties on here (I already write thousands of words each week for my real job), but stuff like this is great motivation. The dynasty forums need more LE-style stuff.

 

Keep up the awesome work.

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Just spent the last little while reading through this and was blown the frick away. I was thinking about doing a Lucha Underground-style dynasty in the C-Verse with Vibert running the show... And I had zero idea this dynasty existed. (I haven't been on this forum in a couple of years and jumped back in when I saw the new game was coming out.)

 

This is ridiculously great. I don't know if I'm going to jump back into dynasties on here (I already write thousands of words each week for my real job), but stuff like this is great motivation. The dynasty forums need more LE-style stuff.

 

Keep up the awesome work.

 

 

Thanks LLK3! Glad to hear when someone's enjoying this as much as I am on my side of it. I always enjoyed your comments and interactions on my old Phil Vibert USPW/PWC Guest Booker; I hope you'll continue to peek your head in here from time to time and weigh in.

 

 

And because I can't help myself....on with the story.

 

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The shot moves up from the dullard-orange tiled floor of a hospital morgue, very slowly revealing an opened cadaver drawer, pulled all the way out. The night attendant stands there, slack-jawed, dropping his twice bitten sandwich onto the tile without seeming to care that it was all he brought for lunch, but he is not facing the open drawer when he does so.

 

 

 

Instead, his eyes are on the lithe Asian man that stands before him, the one dressed in the light blue hospital johnny, the one that is staring back at him from only about ten feet away or so. The silence lingers like a dense fog; the attendant pushes his glasses into place and leans out, his voice a whisper.

 

 

 

“…..you were dead.”

 

 

 

The shot pans down to their feet. The attendant wears worn brown penny loafers. The man in the hospital johnny, a toe tag. He drops to one knee and rips it off, looking up to speak.

 

 

 

“Maybe I was, but I’m not now.”

 

 

 

He moves back, pulling open three or four lockers and rummaging through them for clothes. The attendant just stares at him as he dresses in jeans and an ill-fitting sweatshirt. As he looks around for shoes, the attendant meekly whistles at him and kicks off his loafers, sliding them toward him. He smiles.

 

 

 

The man, who had worn a toe-tag only seconds before, slid his feet into the shoes and nodded at the attendant, gone before the attendant could smile back or process what his coffee deprived mind could remember about the whole thing. This missing body report was going to be a doozy.

 

 

 

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“I had a couple of surgeries. Maybe three years ago now?”

 

 

 

 

“They said I was going to be part of some military study; I had been in a car wreck and was having trouble recovering from the myriad of injuries I sustained. My neck, my back, my legs….”

 

 

 

“I went to sleep broken and woke up put back together, crazy at it sounds.”

 

 

 

“My rehab, which should’ve taken months if not years, lasted about twenty minutes. They helped me out of bed and then I walked across the room to the wheelchair they had brought for me. By the time we got to the training room, I could do jumping jacks. And I did, for a number of reasons.”

 

 

 

“The orderlies acted like it was a miracle. But I told them I had just had surgery in their hospital and that they had fixed me. I had been up on the twentieth floor. And I had been a patient of a Doctor Shue.”

 

 

 

“There are only seventeen floors in this hospital, sir, he told me. Must’ve been the amnesia, sir, he told me. Ain’t no twentieth floor, he told me. Nor is there a Doctor Shue…..he told me.”

 

 

 

“So I believed him.”

 

 

 

“Then, anyway.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“I was only home for about a day before I started getting packages in the mail. Pills. All sorts of colors; all of the instructions said to eat them in the reverse order of a traffic light. GREEN to go, YELLOW to slow, RED to stop.”

 

 

 

“They gave me twenty-fours….to test drive it…”

 

 

 

“The stuff I am capable of? Amazing. I’m like Spider-Man without the webs, the Hulk without the torn pants, Wolverine without the blades….”

 

 

 

 

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“Then they started sending me missions. Nothing crazy, just…things to do. Things I could do.”

 

 

 

“And some things I couldn’t.”

 

 

 

“But If I didn’t do them, the packages would stop coming.”

 

 

 

“And once you’ve had a GREEN……like I said, I’m pretty much a super hero when I have one.”

 

 

 

“Man, if YELLOW ever became available on the street, it would outsell heroin…..and that’s yellow. I use that to come down, so to speak. YELLOW is mellow.”

 

 

 

 

“And RED? Imagine valium had a hot sister who, in addition to helping you sleep, helped you recover at almost ten times the normal human rate?”

 

 

 

 

“So now, other than when they send me missions, I fight for money….and it’s been awhile since they sent me any work.”

 

 

 

 

“I’m a prizefighter, which leaves me conflicted sometimes, what with the advantage the pills give me…..”

 

 

 

“But I’m just looking out for my family. Trying to make some money without drawing too many eyes, you know?”

 

 

 

 

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GLOBAL NONSTOP WRESTLING PRESENTS:

 

“Night of Champions”

LIVE on Lucha.NET

Episode: 10

 

 

 

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We return to the crash site for the first time in a while. The original craft sits on the hill, picked bare like the bony carcass of some large animal. But on the clearing a dozen yards away, there are three smaller vehicles. They are constructed similarly, but looking closely, they are vastly different as they are all made from the parts of one spacecraft.

 

 

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Aeronaut, Azul, and Fenix come together and synchronize their personalized timekeeping devices, looking up into the night sky, acting like they are finally planning a return home.

 

 

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Adorable Cassandro checks his/her makeup in the mirror one last time, adjusting his/her chest and winking at the cameraman before wrapping a pink feather boa around his/her neck and sashaying down the corridor…..

 

 

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Gigante stands outside the building in street clothes with his hands in his pockets, sighing as he stares at the scene like a hungry dog who has been whipped too many times to beg. When he sees the camera, he ducks down a side alley and disappears, muttering something under his breath….

 

 

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Colonel Marchena sits in his mobile command center, smoking a cigar and going over some last minute notes about his opponents this evening. On two large screens in front of him, highlights of both Luzbel and Green Doctor play. He lets out a huge cloud of smoke and continues watching, studying, focusing…..

 

 

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Luzbel tends to a burn wound on his shoulder, still festering, compliments of El Angel’s DreamBeam weeks ago. He grits his yellowed fangs as he picks the singed skin off with his claws, revenge on his mind…

 

 

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Estrella throws combo after combo at the heavy bag: hooks, jabs, chops, spin kicks, elbows; showcasing her warrior’s heart even while in the gym, training…

 

 

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Green Doctor Jr gets to the building early, avoiding any fans and any interaction at all, hurrying down the backstage hallways and looking for his locker room assignment. A few super early bird fans near the network’s VIP area are left holding their autograph books, confused as he blows right past them without a word….

 

 

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Fernando Romero sits behind his desk, the GNW Championship spread out across its mahogany. He smiles and sips his drink, oozing attitude and confidence. He stands up and takes a batting stance, winding his arms back and comically pretending to spit before rearing back and “swinging” at the eye of the camera, and sending it to the broadcast location across the way.

 

 

 

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Jorge, Hugo, and Ida sit in their perch, high above the pumped and ready Fight Zone Faithful and hit their cue.

 

 

 

JC: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to GNW on Lucha.net.”

 

 

 

HS: “This is our biggest show yet, you guys; I don’t even feel like we need to say any more about it. Let’s just get some popcorn from the vendor, kick back, and watch.”

 

 

IV: “Popcorn? I’ll start with a pitcher of beer, please.”

 

 

 

HS: “Two glasses, por favor!”

 

 

 

JC: “The X Title is on the line, we have a four on four match, and we’ll have, in this special ninety minute episode, another peek at Fernando Romero’s monster, Sairento.”

 

 

 

HS: “If Sairento even so much as looks in my direction, I’m out of here and you guys can do this gig yourselves.”

 

 

 

 

IV: “And tonight, we get our first looks at Luzbel and Green Doctor Jr since their last man standing match three weeks ago. Both fighters were hurt in that one, and they’ve had some time to recover, but they’d better be ready to go to war tonight because they’re pitted against the ruthless Colonel Marchena in a three way dance for the GNW Championship.”

 

 

 

JC: “That’s right, tonight…..WE CROWN A CHAMPION!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

This one is comedy turned tragedy for the lava-hot Adorable Cassandro. Estrella is her usual aggressive self, taking the fight right to the adorable one and putting him/her on his/her heels with a series of armdrags, clotheslines, and running elbow smashes that makes the bout look like a squash out of the gate.

 

 

But Cassandro turns over a rana attempt and latches onto the top rope, turning it all into a his trademark rope walk, drilling Estrella with a backflip bomb after its culmination, and netting a two count from referee Ramiro Pasqual. Estrella can barely get back to her feet before Cassandro has run her into the turnbuckles and looks to be setting something up. But the champion is deft and tucks underneath Cassandro’s reach, running up the buckles behind him/her and nailing the adorable one with a soccer style kick.

 

 

In a flash, Estrella bounces back up, turning over whip quick and hitting Cassandro full force with her “Starmaker” (split-legged moonsault). Pasqual is in position immediately and his count is firm.

 

 

Phil’s Notes: I dig Cassandro, I really do. But with his momentum through the roof, and my champion needing one more bump to get her up to an “A”? Please. It’s elementary. But, I am going to serious Cassandro up a bit, to get him away from the comedy act label.

 

 

Result: Estrella defends X-Division Title via pinfall @ 5:50

 

 

 

 

 

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Gigante doesn’t even go into the building. Instead, he watches from the stage entrance that opens right into the alleyway until he decides to go home. As he walks to his rec vehicle, he begins thinking about his career and maybe….maybe….he has wrestled his last match. The idea of it brings a smile to his face, the first in a long while. He is only steps away from his behemoth RV when a voice comes from the shadows just beyond it.

 

 

 

“Gigante; slow down a bit. I want to talk you…..”

 

 

 

He shuffles to a stop, not recognizing the voice.

 

 

 

 

“I want to talk to you about family…….”

 

 

 

 

“….about having a home……”

 

 

 

 

“….about you finally finding peace…..”

 

 

 

 

“….and about you having your revenge.”

 

 

 

 

Gigante turns his head over his shoulder, finally responding.

 

 

 

 

“Keep talking…..”

 

 

 

 

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El Angel/Aeronaut/Club Texas vs. Sultan/Revolution/Cyco Clown

 

 

 

When this finally starts , (after all of the introductions) , it turns into a crazy dives fest before the announcers can even get the match set-up, with each fighter trying to out-insane everyone else and have the top pop from the fans. It gets flat out fantastic really quickly.

 

 

...the ring empties, with everyone getting in a dive spot. Each ensuing one gets nuttier and nuttier until Jorge and Hector Munoz’s stereo top-turnbuckle springboard shooting star presses bring down both clumps of gathered workers on the floor at the same time, dropping jaws and bringing the fans to their feet.

 

 

….Aeronaut, Toro Texano, and Angel make a three man tower, with Aeronaut standing on Angel’s shoulders standing on Texano’s shoulders, using the height to propel Angelina Texas skyward. She does two backflips and lands flat on the chest of Sultan who nearly implodes, selling the splash like death.

 

 

...Hector Munoz’s rana bomb on El Angel followed by Jorge’s amazing shooting star press looks like it might end the match, but Toro Texano comes to his rescue when Angelina rolls under a double clothesline and dives into her corner, tagging in the wild eyed and completely fresh Toro. He lands overhand rights, knee lifts and monster running clotheslines like they are on clearance, dropping both Munoz brothers at least twice and yelling out “TEY-HAAS” with his horns up, staring straight into the hard lens. He piles on, doling out powerslams and a flying head-butt on Cyco, and very quickly the entire tide of the match has turned. Sultan finds himself caught on the top turnbuckle, stunned. He is quickly hooked and then dropped on his head with Texano’s “LSD” (muscle buster).

 

 

 

With Angel in a heap in the corner and Cyco, stumbling but urged on by Oscar Black at ringside, coming in hard, looking for the finish, having not learned his lesson from his last encounter with El Angel….

 

 

 

 

 

 

With a jolt of adrenaline seemingly coming from above, El Angel leaps up and strikes Cyco flush in the jaw with his “Hand of God” (superman punch); it’s like an anvil to the face and it leaves him spread eagled in the center of the ring. The crowd comes to their feet as Angel springs up the buckles in sequence before gracefully turning himself over midflight for the “Angel Falls” (triple jump moonsault). The impact is huge; the three count a formality.

 

 

 

Phil’s Notes: A little bit too much traffic out there, it seemed, but the spots were nice. I’m a fan of everyone in this match, and only saw it as an overness transfer when I booked it. People love El Angel; they need to learn to love Aeronaut more. Texano and Angelina are their own thing altogether, they need the momentum boost most of all, as the tag champs.

 

 

 

 

Result: El Angel/Aeronaut/Club Texas win via pinfall @ 10:23

 

 

 

 

 

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This is only a legend, or a story people have passed around, so take it for what it is. But the word among those in the know is that the book that controls Sairento, the one that is held over the head of Lucia Della Vega, isn’t just a book, it’s a person’s spirit, possessed, confined by black magic, into a bound form.

 

 

 

The story, and it’s a sad one, is that it’s made of the hide of Sairento’s mortal love from over a century ago. And its contents are…..who knows….but whatever it is, it compels Sairento to do the unspeakable without remorse. Without thought. But at the same time, he is unendingly loyal to it; he is controlled by it. And if one possesses it, then one possesses him.

 

 

 

His blindness? I think it’s directly tied to the book. Part of their blackened marriage. The book can see, but can’t do; the beast can do but can’t see.

 

 

 

Poetic, is it not?

 

 

 

For a few notable times in history, the book and Sairento have been reunited. If you compared the dates they have been together to some of the most important dates in history, you’d be surprised how many match up. Sairento has often been the final refuge for bad, desperate men. But bad, desperate men are often victorious. And the book does not recognize good or evil, it just does. If you possess it, you possess great power because if one possesses it, then one possesses him.

 

 

 

One possesses him.

 

One possesses him.

 

One possesses him.

 

One possesses him.

 

One possesses him.

 

One possesses him.

 

One possesses him.

 

 

 

 

 

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JC: “This story just keeps getting weirder and weirder? Missing people, mystical books with eyes, and evil intent at the heart of it all. Lucia Della Vega leads the beast, but Fernando Romero controls it.”

 

 

 

IV: “I guarantee it’ll only be a matter of time before Fernando has got Sairento handling some business for him.”

 

 

 

HS: “That’s what he paid for though, isn’t it?”

 

 

 

JC: “Up next, we have another chance to see Sairento in action; and I purposely avoided finding out who his next victim….I mean, his next opponent….would be until just now.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lucia Della Vega, leggy as day in court is long, would normally draw every eye in the room when she walks in. But holding a book with an eye in it high over her head and leading the odd half-crawling vampire Sairento to the ring is the only situation where she is an afterthought. In fact his entrance takes up the bulk of his in-ring time. The purple fog only adds to the terror. A pair of teenage girls scream and cover their eyes when he skitters past. He just tilts his head slightly in their direction before sniffing the air, licking his lips, and moving on.

 

 

 

Sairento sits completely still on all fours in his corner, even after the bell rings, waiting for White Panther to make the first move. But when he does, Sairento springs into action, deftly rolling and flipping around the ring while striking WP with stiff hands and kicks at every turn. The Mexican legend gets pummeled, eventually finding himself face down, with Sairento holding both of his wrists and resting a heavy boot on the back of his neck. Lucia holds the book over her head, ordering him to finish the job and in one gruesome motion, he complies, violently curbstomping the masked man into the mat. Referee Ramiro Pasqual checks on the White Panther Sr and, getting nothing, stops the match immediately, calling for the bell and some medical help from the back.

 

 

 

But before the medics and stand-by physician can even get to the ring, Sairento stands the first generation star on jelly-legs and wraps himself around him like some sort of spider-snake. Locking him in, Sairento somehow begins quickly ascending into the rafters. the building’s highest point, clutching his unconscious victim as he disappears up into the shadows.

 

 

 

A chill fills the fight zone. Everyone is quiet.

 

 

 

Lucia Della Vega laughs as she climbs into the ring and strokes the cover of the book, the eye opening immediately upon her touch. Looking somewhat reluctant, Sairento descends back into the ring, skittering around on all fours as LDV holds the book aloft.

 

 

 

Phil’s Notes: Another one bites the dust. I haven’t even gotten to open things up yet and his momentum is huge. I just need to keep building his overness. It won’t be long until he’s a carry the show type of player.

 

 

 

Result: Sairento wins via pinfall @ 4:11

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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HS: “I have not seen in Suave since Sairento took him up into the rafters; am I alone in assuming that I’ll never see White Panther Sr again?”

 

 

JC: “ I don’t think that’d sit too well with his son, do you? I guess we shall see.”

 

 

IV: “And up next, it’s our main event, you guys. I’m pumped.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We shoot immediately to a phone booth that sits just outside the building. Did you see it before? I don’t remember it being there. I feel like I would’ve seen it.

 

 

In any case, there it is, painted a glossy red, its old fashioned accordion door closed.

 

 

Inside the phone rings.

 

 

And rings.

 

 

And rings.

 

 

 

 

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Rosa Mysteriousa stands in the center of the ring wearing a barely there tan cocktail dress that blends into her smooth cocoa colored skin and leaves little to the imagination, holding a microphone and waiting for her cue.

 

 

 

The side wall of the Fight Zone slides open and an enormous black tank rolls up, turning in its turret before maneuvering its flat black girth through the quickly parting standing room crowd. When it’s within fifty feet or so from the ring, the top hatch flips open and Jorge and Hector Munoz hop out, dressed in white and grey urban camo.

 

 

“Señoras y Señores….”

 

 

 

They lob a pair of smoke grenades toward the ring as they hit the floor, and when it begins to hiss out its fog….

 

 

“Weighing in at 233 pounds….”

 

 

 

Colonel Marchena, looking to be in top physical shape, climbs up the ladder and stands with one leg atop the tank, surveying the crowd with a crooked eyebrow. He throws up his fist, joined a millisecond later by Jorge and Hector, and is soundly booed by the faithful. Undeterred and smiling evilly, he climbs down off of the tank and makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring.

 

 

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“COLONEL MARCHENA!!!”

 

 

 

Suddenly….

 

 

 

There is noticeable rumble below the feet of those in attendance as the lights flicker and lightning somehow begins flashing indoors.

 

 

 

 

“THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

 

 

 

 

Out the side, just beyond the sliding entrance, the rumble is worse until finally the surface crumbles and something appears in its wake.

 

 

 

 

“THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

 

 

 

 

Something that looks like a door pushes through the rubble. It is made of some rugged time-aged wood and has an upside-down cross crudely carved into its heart.

 

 

 

 

“THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

 

 

 

 

“THIS IS AWESOME! CLAP CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

 

 

 

 

Slowly, it begins to creak open. The fans stand. A dark red light is the first thing that pours out, accompanied by some smoke. Then, something blocks it. Something dark. Something monstrous.

 

 

 

 

Cameras catch the evil glimmer in the eye of the beast as he leans through the door and steps over the rubble his ascent has created with a large hooved foot. When he is completely out he hits the ground at a trot and comes diving into the ring. When he raises his arms it becomes even more apparent how massive the beast is.

 

 

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“LUZBEL!!!”

 

 

 

 

“And his opponent…..”

 

 

 

 

The lights flash black, switching off except for a bright green tinted spotlight which shines toward the nearside entrance, which is a raised silver steel ramp.

 

 

 

 

“He is a seven time world champion…..”

 

 

 

 

Kneeling in the center of the beacon, with his head down and his ever-present white cape draped over his shoulders…..

 

 

 

 

“…..one of the most decorated wrestlers in the history of Mexico……”

 

 

 

 

He pops up in a flash of green light, black smoke, and sparks. The boom seems to propel him halfway down the ramp toward the ring in one amazing leap step, with the cape blowing off and floating back to the ground behind him.

 

 

“The Mexican Superman…..”

 

 

 

 

And when he lands, with his fist planted against the ground, the crowd goes bananas, engulfing him as he makes his way toward the ring.

 

 

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“Green Doctor Jr!!!!”

 

 

 

 

 

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Incendiary action; after the monumental introductions, the three fighters tear open the Fight Zone ring and leave a burn mark on it for the ages. At the outset, no one wants to be the aggressor and expose themselves to the third, so each plays it safe. Eventually something has to give. Luzbel storms the corner where Green Doctor and Marchena are intent on besting each other, with go-behind, after reversal, after go-behind. He waits for a pause in their exhibition before sneaking in and ruthlessly bashing their heads together, drawing a pop from the crowd that makes him stop and bow. It is creepy. And when his smile grows wider when he discovers the shot has busted them both open and both Green Doctor and Marchena are bleeding, it gets creepier.

 

 

 

With that, Luzbel moves on Marchena, scooping him up terrifyingly quickly, and promptly dropping him on his head with a puro suplex. The Colonel rolls to the floor, bloodied, half conscious, and with no foothold in the match.

 

 

 

With one side of the Fight Zone still wide open due to Colonel Marchena’s elaborate entrance, Luzbel brutally beats Green Doctor through the crowd, heading that way before conjuring up an unholy gateway, like he did four weeks ago, laughing as it begins pushing it’s way through the loose dirt near the edge of the Zone.

 

 

 

Luzbel waffles Doc with a steel chair that he pulls out from under a fan and then grabs the out-on-his-feet fan favorite by the mask, leading him toward the opened door to hell, the one only yards away, the one belching smoke and giving off an otherworldly heat. The one where the screams live.

 

 

 

JC: “NOT AGAIN; LUZBEL IS TRYING TO SEND GREEN DOCTOR JR STRAIGHT TO HELL!”

 

 

 

 

 

El Angel, to a huge ovation, points the DREAMBEAM, connecting on his first shot, tearing into the now howling Luzbel’s hide and sending him scurrying in a small semi-circle before he dives headlong back into his hell pulling the old door shut behind him, for his own protection.

 

 

 

Green Doctor Jr lays on the ground, still seeing stars after having been rocked by the demon’s chairshot. It is quiet for a few seconds as he begins to stir. He slowly crawls, making his way back toward the ring, the crowd cheering him on every single step of the way.

 

 

 

He rolls into the ring, looking around for a referee. But, just as he sits up…..

 

 

 

Colonel Marchena comes flying in, snatching Doc’s ankle and rolling him over, twisting and wrenching for all he is worth the second Green Doctor is on his belly. The masked superman fights, clawing and inching his way toward the bottom rope. Marchena turns his ankle grossly from side to side before finally going to an overhand grip, locking it in, and pulling GDR away from the salvation of the cables.

 

 

 

Somewhere in the back of the balcony, a chant begins to break out.

 

 

 

“TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP!”

 

 

 

He fights, struggling toward the ropes again. But Marchena’s grip is tight and he is relentless, twisting and turning, twisting and turning before……

 

 

 

Green Doctor Jr begins frantically tapping the canvas. The referee calls for the bell. But as it clangs, over and over again mixing among the fans combo of cheers and shock, Marchena grins and braces himself against the turnbuckles, looking like he’s trying to get extra leverage on the hold and twist even further.

 

 

 

JC: “HE’S TRYING TO BREAK HIS ANKLE, GODDAMMIT!! HE’S TRYING TO BREAK GREEN DOCTOR JUNIOR’S ANKLE!!!”

 

 

 

El Angel, watching this all unfold from his perch behind the DREAMBEAM, can’t take it any longer and descends from the heavens with wings spread wide, coming down across the ring from where Marchena is twisting Doc’s leg into oblivion.

 

 

 

His wings flap once and Marchena looks up, seeing him only feet away. After one more grotesque crank, the evil Colonel drops Green Doctor’s ankle and rolls away, safely under the bottom rope before Angel can even take another step.

 

 

 

Hector and Jorge come running, immediately wrapping Marchena in their flag and handing him the GNW Championship belt, which he snatches from Jorge rudely before smirking and raising it above his head, enjoying the scene playing out in the ring. As the referee hollers to the ringside staff for help and tries to stabilize Green Doctor’s oddly twisted leg, El Angel looks once to the still festering smoke hole that Luzbel escaped into before momentarily turning his gaze toward the pleased Colonel.

 

 

 

But as Green Doctor screams out in pain as his leg shifts, Angel turns back toward his fallen comrade, lowering his head and saying a quick prayer as Doc is loaded onto a gurney and rushed out of the Fight Zone.

 

 

 

Phil’s Notes: Been building to this moment for a while; this is where a couple of my big stories fork off and become even better, bigger storylines. In fact, the show as a whole, while meant to pay off a lot of stuff, was really more of a secondary jumping off point. We finally have a champion, but the top-guy designation could very well belong to any one of three or four guys on the roster. And there are another two right below that who will be in the same conversation in six months or less of game time. In the end, for me it boiled down to whether Green Doctor’s or Luzbel’s story needed the title as an ornament or whether it would help more somewhere else. I think a nice long reign by the despicable, dastardly Colonel will be good for the company, both in the short term and in the long term.

 

 

 

 

Result: Colonel Marchena wins GNW World Title via submission @ 19:54

 

 

 

 

 

 

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