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Post by amsterDAN on Apr 22, 2019 17:59:54 GMT
LA GUERRA:
LA SEGUNDA TEMPORADA
OPENING NIGHT CARD
WEDNESDAY, APRIL 24th 2019
SIX-MAN MIXED GENDER TAG TEAM MATCH
LA LUCIERNAGA
ALHAMBRA
SUPER MOHAN
VS
LADY CALIZ
ORO DE ACAPULCO
SICOMORO To kick off season two, we begin in good ol' lucha libre fashion with a six-man mixed tag match, with a catch: one of the competitors - La Luciernaga - is owner Adalberto Bonilla’s niece, and he has made it clear that the other wrestlers are expected to carry her through this match while making her look good and causing her no particular harm. Most importantly, Mr. Bonilla has made it clear that under no circumstances should the match end on her being pinned, and has warned of severe consequences if that rule is disregarded.
LUCHA DE APUESTAS
MASK VS MASK
MOTOSIERRA
VS
SAL DE ROCA To say that there’s bad blood between these two would be an extreme understatement. Last season on La Guerra, Motosierra absconded with both drugs and money belonging to Sal, and even went so far as to fake his own kidnapping in an ill-conceived attempt to extort even more from him. Eventually, Mr. Salty wised up to the motorcycle-riding rudo and exposed his harebrained plot, but ended up losing his cash and contraband to Motosierra anyways when they gambled for it in a tag team match. Earlier this week Sal attempted to run Moto over in his Rolls Royce, showing that this feud has reached its flashpoint, but it was actually Mr. Bonilla’s suggestion to make their first one-on-one match into a lucha de apuestas. Which one of them will still be masked at the end of Wednesday night?
MAIN EVENT
MASCARA DE CHOQUE TITLE MATCH
AVISPA DE ALAMEDA
VS
THE ACE OF LA GUERRA AND OUR REIGNING CHAMPION
CICATRICES Last season, the ace of La Guerra overcame seemingly insurmountable odds to win the coveted Mascara de Choque after being eliminated in the first round of El Torneo by his own brother El Descosido. Cicatrices not only got revenge against his brother with a barbed wire baseball bat, he also ended up re-entering the tournament as an injury replacement when El Descosido was unable to continue after that savage attack, and from that point on, Cicatrices proved unstoppable. For his first defense of the sacred relic, he faces off against the Avispa de Alameda, an ordinarily unimposing opponent we’d typically expect the ace to make quick work of, but just like in our opening match there’s a catch… he’s Adalberto Bonilla’s nephew, and Cicatrices has been explicitly instructed to drop the mask to him. Will Cicatrices cave to the boss man’s demands? |
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Post by amsterDAN on Apr 24, 2019 22:01:53 GMT
La Guerra de Sangre: A Lucha Libre Telenovela
Season 2, Episode 5
"Opening Night"
Orig. Air Date: April 24, 2019LA GUERRA:
LA SEGUNDA TEMPORADA
Opening Night BEFORE THE SHOWWhile it was true that the line to get in the building extended all the way around the block and every single seat was sold out, it was also worth noting that the block was a lot smaller than the one the arena back in Juarez had been on, there were far fewer seats in the house to begin with, and they weren’t even in an arena at all anymore but rather a ramshackle auditorium. Nevertheless, the roster was pleasantly surprised by the attendance for the first show in La Guerra’s new home of Chilpancingo de los Bravo. They took turns peeking through the curtain, watching the audience filing in and taking to their seats, and the familiar fluttering of butterflies crept into every wrestler’s belly without exception. They’d patiently waited out the several months hiatus La Guerra had taken while its front office was in some sort of secret upheaval, allowing infamous cartel kingpin Adalberto Bonilla to seize control of the company from i.W.e. owner David Harley, but none of that really mattered to the luchadors anymore. Who they fought for was of little importance to them; that they were simply able to fight at all meant everything. And this was the moment they - as well as all the fans - had truly been waiting for. It was finally time to return to the ring and wow the world with the finest lucha libre action on the planet.
SIX-MAN MIXED GENDER TAG TEAM MATCH
LA LUCIERNAGA
ALHAMBRA
SUPER MOHAN
VS
LADY CALIZ
ORO DE ACAPULCO
SICOMORO
BACKSTAGE WITH THE WINNERS...After the match, the mood backstage was comparable to that of a funeral. Everyone knew there would be severe consequences for what had just happened. No one said a word to the victorious team and everyone averted their gaze as they made their way to the locker room.
They’d only just shut the door behind them when it flew open again, banging loudly against the wall, and a furious-looking Adalberto Bonilla waddled into the room in his trademark pointy-tipped boots.
“You!” he yelled, pointing a fat finger directly at Lady Caliz. “You’re fired. Get the hell out of here.”
Lady Caliz wasn’t going to argue with that. While it was upsetting that for the second consecutive season she was being fired on opening night, in this particular instance she was pleased to be leaving with her life, and left quickly and quietly.
“And you!” Mr. Bonilla shouted, waddling right up to Oro de Acapulco and jamming a stubby index finger right into his sweaty chest. “You hit my niece over the head with a chair! For this you must pay.”
Well that looks like the end of it for me, Oro de Acapulco was thinking to himself. All the other luchadors in the room looked extremely alarmed, certain they were about to witness an execution. Cicatrices, who was sitting on a folding chair nearby, mouthed the words I’m so sorry man.
“Cicatrices, stand up,” Mr. Bonilla said.
It took Cicatrices a moment to realize he was being spoken to, and when he eventually did he shot up out of his seat like he’d been catapulted right out of it.
“Fold that chair up for me, if you would,” instructed his boss.
Cicatrices did as he was told and folded the steel chair.
“Now hit him over the head with it,” Mr Bonilla commanded, nodding in the direction of Oro de Acapulco. “Hard.”
All the luchadors watching from the sidelines gasped, and for the second time in a matter of moments Cicatrices mouthed the words I’m so sorry man. Then he took a deep breath and raised the chair high over his head…
LUCHA DE APUESTAS
MASK VS MASK
MOTOSIERRA
VS
SAL DE ROCA
THE LOSER UNMASKS AND REVEALS HIS FACE...
MAIN EVENT
MASCARA DE CHOQUE TITLE MATCH
AVISPA DE ALAMEDA
VS
OUR REIGNING CHAMPION
CICATRICES
THE AFTERMATH OF THE MAIN EVENT...The crowd was flabbergasted. A small portion of people applauded the Avispa de Alameda’s stunning upset victory, but the mood in the venue was overwhelmingly one of shock and dismay. Instead of roaring loudly for such an unexpected outcome, the spectators remained strangely subdued as they all stared in disbelief at the defeated Cicatrices, still laying flat on the mat, staring up at the rafters and looking heartbroken.
A group of masked luchadors ran to the ring and hoisted the Avispa onto their shoulders to celebrate. At first glance this seemed like a perfectly ordinary thing to occur during a title change, but an astute observer would have noted that these wrestlers were unfamiliar. Indeed, they weren’t regular roster members at all, just a handful of Mr. Bonilla’s henchmen wearing nondescript lucha masks and street clothes. He’d hastily sent them to the ring when he realized nobody else intended on going out there to pat his nephew on the back for winning La Mascara de Choque.
Backstage, the actual members of the La Guerra roster still sat frozen in their seats around the TV monitor from which they’d watched the main event, their jaws hanging open and eyes wide as saucers. Far more than the fans, they simply could not believe what they’d just witnessed. Had Cicatrices thrown the fight, or had little Avispa de Alameda legitimately upstaged the ace?
QUICK RESULTSLady Caliz, Oro de Acapulco & Sicomoro defeated La Luciernaga, Alhambra, & Super Mohan. Lady Caliz was fired after the match by owner Adalberto Bonilla for pinning his niece La Luciernaga.
Sal de Roca defeated Motosierra to win his mask, despite interference from Minisierra.
Avispa de Alameda defeated Cicatrices to win the illustrious Mascara de Choque.
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Post by amsterDAN on Apr 30, 2019 20:03:11 GMT
UPDATES 4/30/19 I'd originally been planning to air my next La Guerra show on Wednesday, but due to being distracted with some other side projects as well as real life, I'm not going to hit that target. I'm not prepared to set a concrete date just yet, but I'm aiming for Saturday or Sunday now because I want to carry on with my format of two or three written chapters between each show, and frankly I haven't gotten much writing done yet for the current week's storylines. I don't want to just rush something out for Wednesday, I wanna continue to tell the story correctly, so I'm going to take my time and hopefully by the weekend we'll be rolling again.
In other news, I put together this map that marks off all the various federations of the Independent Wrestling Empire. Since only two of my nine promotions get regular coverage from me in threads on this forum, I thought this would be a good little way to start introducing everyone to my other stuff. I've also inserted this map into the second post of the very first page of this thread, where I offer brief descriptions of each promotion and links to their Workshop collections.
Lastly, to carry on with the process of bringing my other federations into the public eye, I'd like to kick off a new feature to this thread that I'm thinking could become a weekly thing. Every so often I'll be posting a featured match from one of my minor promotions, to show off some of those dudes. And yes, I left the LUXURIOUS PURPLE JACKET watermark on the screen by accident. Whoopsies.
i.W.e. Match of the Week
Barbed Wire & Weapons Match for the
INSANE WRESTLING ASSOCIATION's
Crown of Thorns hardcore title
The Smokin' Choker
SID GARRETT
vs
The Aquanet Addict
(c) JOHNNY HAIRSPRAY
RESULTJohnny Hairspray defeats Sid Garrett; retains title
20:16
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Post by amsterDAN on May 7, 2019 19:23:15 GMT
BREAKING KAYFABE: Sorry for slacking so much lately, but I've been distracted by other Fire Pro projects and other assorted nonsense. Unfortunately, I've spent so much time photoshopping other things this week that I've kind of burned myself out on that right now, so there probably won't be many of my trademark TV screens as chapter headers for a few days. I aim to run the next night of La Guerra lucha libre by Friday, and will probably go for an every-other-week approach from here on out so I can give my primary promotion - the i.W.e. - a little more love, and so I can fiddle with my strange side projects like the E-Fed Atlas, LUXURIOUS PURPLE JACKET, and my possibly ill-fated attempt to combine Fire Pro with RISK into a faux board game.
La Guerra de Sangre: A Lucha Libre Telenovela
Season 2, Episode 6
"Sleepless"
Orig. Air Date: May 7, 2019
Cicatrices spent the night laying on his bed wide awake with his eyes on the ceiling, tossing and turning, tormented thoughts swirling through his head. In his mind, several haunting moments from La Guerra’s opening night were replayed again and again.
The way the steel chair sounded when it clanked off of Oro de Acapulco’s skull, and how Mr. Bonilla had nodded in approval as Cicatrices did what he was told.
Good boy. That’s what Adalberto Bonilla had said to him - like a dog - after knocking Oro de Acapulco out cold with that chair. Cicatrices could still feel the gentle, patronizing slaps to the cheek that Mr. Bonilla touched him with afterward. Good boy.
Cicatrices could still feel the same stinging on the top of his skull that he felt after he ate that second Hornet Driver. He felt that heaviness on his chest, like when the Avispa de Alameda had sat down on it for the winning pin. The clanging of the final bell and the shocked gasps of the audience echoed around in his skull.
What haunted him most of all was the way Oro de Acapulco had sneered at him afterwards, when all was said and done and Cicatrices had returned to the locker room after dropping the title to the Avispa. Head heavily bandaged, Oro de Acapulco had approached him, chuckling grimly. Was it worth it, Cicatrices? he'd asked, pointing to the bloody gauze on his head. Was sucking up to the boss really worth it?
For the hundredth time that night, Cicatrices gave up on trying to sleep and got back out of bed. He paced around his apartment aimlessly, eventually ending up in the kitchen for a glass of water. He glanced at his cell phone sitting on the counter, which he’d been ignoring for the past several days as concerned colleagues relentlessly tried to check in on him. Twenty-two missed calls. He scrolled through the list of numbers. The last dozen had come in rapid succession, and were all from the same person. An American phone number. San Francisco, California, to be precise.
Cicatrices had a feeling he knew who the number belonged to. He thought about it for a moment, weighing his options. And then he called the number back.
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Post by amsterDAN on May 7, 2019 20:59:45 GMT
La Guerra de Sangre: A Lucha Libre Telenovela
Season 2, Episode 7
"Access Denied"
Orig. Air Date: May 7, 2019
Under Adalberto Bonilla’s rule the locker room was no longer a place for fun and tomfoolery, where the luchadors hung out and engaged in lighthearted banter. A tense silence enveloped the room at all times nowadays. The only sounds were the lacing of boots, the stretching of spandex, the occasional chonk of a locker door shutting, and the clearing of throats. Quiet enough that when a strange sound echoed out in the hallway, they all heard it and turned their eyes to the door.
Toca toca toca toca.
Smiles spread across a great many faces around the room. People dropped what they were doing and approached the doorway. Shuffling footsteps came right up to the other side of the door and stopped there for a few dramatic moments. Then the door flew open.
“It is a Toca time, my friends.”
The luchadors all cheered in unison and rushed to greet their goofy-looking, pink-haired comrade Tocapelotas, whom they had not seen in months. They smothered him in a loving scrum. After the beloved luchador’s breakout success in season one of La Guerra, Tocapelotas had spent the spring touring Caribbean promotions, most notably Santana Family Wrestling. When Toca hadn’t made it to training camp last month, the guys were worried he wasn’t going to be coming back at all. Everyone looked relieved to see him, and many hoped Toca’s always-jolly and jovial presence could help lift spirits backstage, where morale was beginning to dip significantly due to the new boss.
And speak of the devil, Adalberto Bonilla appeared in the doorway, right on cue. He did not appear to be as happy to see Toca as everyone else.
“What’s all the commotion in here?” Mr. Bonilla shouted, marching into the room in his pointy-tipped boots. Everyone scattered back to their lockers and tried to look busy, and Mr. Bonilla ran right up to jab a finger in Toca’s chest. “What the hell are you doing in here, you bucktoothed buffoon?”
Tocapelotas seemed confused. He looked Mr. Bonilla up and down. When his eyes came across the pointy-tipped Trival boots, he was unable to pull them away again.
“Toca like you boots,” he declared, wide eyes still fixed on them. “Toca like you boots a very much.”
Now it was Mr. Bonilla’s turn to look baffled. He fixed Toca with an incredulous glare. “What? What the hell are you saying to me about my boots? Don’t you have any idea who I am?”
It was clear that Toca did not have the faintest idea. He looked to all the other luchadors around the room for answers, but no one said a word.
“Tocapelotas, I know that you have been wrestling for other companies,” Mr. Bonilla said. “I might have been able to look past your little Caribbean tour - I too love taking a trip to the Dominican every now and again - but it has come to my attention that you are booked to appear at a Senatorial Office event next week. The Lariats & Legislators supershow, to be precise.”
Toca grinned and nodded.
“So as far as I’m concerned,” Mr. Bonilla said, “you work for them now. Get the hell out of here.”
It took quite a while for Toca to process that statement, and he just stood there looking even more dumbfounded than he ordinarily did. Mr. Bonilla kept nodding in the direction of the open door, but the message was not received. Mr. Bonilla turned to the three members of ZDM, standing at their lockers nearby.
“Boys, get this idiot out of here,” the boss said, snapping his fingers. "Chop chop."
Cicatrices looked anxiously over at his brother El Descosido, then to his cousin Exposito. No one moved a muscle.
“Come on now, hurry it up,” Mr. Bonilla commanded.
But the ZDM boys hesitated still. Sure, they’d had their ups and downs with Toca, who had for a brief period even been a member of ZDM himself... but in the end he was one of them, a core La Guerra guy. They didn’t want to throw him out, and Mr. Bonilla could see that quite clearly from where he was standing.
“Alright then,” Mr. Bonilla grumbled, and looked around the room. His angry glare landed on three masked men of greatly varying heights and ages, a family of rudos known as Los Ultimos. “You three. Remove this man from this god damn room right now.”
Los Ultimos did exactly what they were told without any hesitation, which brought the faintest touch of a smile to the corners of Mr. Bonilla’s mouth. Hulking behemoth Ultimo Grande put Toca in a headlock while his flabby father Penultimo grabbed the legs, and scrawny young Ultimita slammed the door shut after they’d finished tossing Toca out into the hallway.
“Excellent work, Los Ultimos,” Mr. Bonilla said. “I could really use some enforcers around here. And let’s just say that there would be opportunities for advancement if you continue to do good work.”
The three Ultimos nodded gratefully, and Mr. Bonilla turned to the ZDM boys.
“And as for you three…” Mr Bonilla spoke gravely. “Watch your step.”
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Post by amsterDAN on May 7, 2019 21:08:05 GMT
LA GUERRA
SEASON TWO : NIGHT TWO CARD
DATE T.B.D.
LOS ARBOLES
(Oro de Acapulco & Sicomoro)
vs
LOS DOS SIERRAS
(Motosierra & Minisierra) In his first appearance sans mask, Motosierra and his midget brother take on two gentlemen who recently ended up on Mr. Bonilla’s shit list and have been banished to the undercard. Will the maskless Motosierra still have any fight left in him, or will The Tree Team use him and his brother as stepping stones on their climb back up the card?
CONCEPCION SCHULTZ
vs
LA LUCIERNAGA The sensational dual citizen has finally made her way up the Central American isthmus, all the way from her home country of Argentina, and arrived on Adalberto Bonilla’s doorstep ready to fight. Eager to capitalize on this female phenom’s surging popularity, he’s immediately thrown Concepcion Schultz into a match. Unfortunately for the boss, after firing Lady Caliz last week the only female fighter left on the roster just so happens to be his niece!
ZDM
(Cicatrices, El Descosido & Exposito)
vs
LOS ULTIMOS
(Ultimo Grande, Penultimo & Ultimita) Evil owner Adalberto Bonilla has been looking for a group of rudo enforcers to serve as his henchmen and keep the other luchadors in line, and he’s narrowed his search down to these two trios. As of late, Mr. Bonilla seems to be favoring Los Ultimos, and a win here would almost certainly cement his decision.
* * * MAIN EVENT * * *
MASCARA DE CHOQUE TITLE MATCH
SUPER MOHAN
vs
THE REIGNING CHAMPION
AVISPA DE ALAMEDA To put it mildly, the announcement of this matchup left the other luchadors scratching their heads. It's downright baffling, really. Although he’s popular with both fans and fellow wrestlers, it’s worth noting here that journeyman Super Mohan is by no means a top-tier talent. Backstage, most everyone suspects that Mr. Bonilla booked this match to protect his nephew Avispa, by pairing him up with a low-level luchador unlikely to make off with The Mask. Will Super Mohan have the cojones to try and take the title, knowing full well who his opponent’s uncle is? |
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Post by amsterDAN on May 10, 2019 1:29:38 GMT
La Guerra de Sangre: A Lucha Libre Telenovela
Season 2, Episode 8
"El Curso"
Orig. Air Date: May 9, 2019
From a modest little food cart parked at the top of a charming street in the hilly outskirts of Chilpancingo, the scrumptious scent of freshly baked churros wafted through the air. A line had formed, just as it always did at this particular cart, and people were flocking from all directions to get their hands on the finest churros in all of Mexico. Nearby, a group of kids kicked a soccer ball around as they waited for their parents to make their way through the line.
Avispa de Alameda had decided that treating himself to a churro would be a fine way to celebrate being the new champion of La Guerra and was on his way to that famous cart, but it was slow going on account of an uphill climb and all the little kids impeding him. Now that he was the owner of the illustrious Mascara de Choque, his profile in the world of lucha libre had been greatly raised, and children flocked to him in much the same way that everyone was flocking to the churro cart. A scrum of autograph seekers formed around him, and the mild-mannered Avispa felt compelled to sign something for each and every kid that came up to him. The churros could wait.
At the top of the hill, the ball momentarily got away from the group of kids playing soccer and rolled underneath the churro cart, ever-so-gently brushing against a wooden wedge haphazardly jammed under one of its wheels. Just enough force to knock it free.
Every time Avispa thought he’d finally signed his last autograph for the day, another wave of kids would arrive. If anything, the group clustered around him only seemed to be growing. Avispa was beginning to worry that he’d never make it to the top of the hill for one of those churros before they were all sold out. Being rather short in stature himself, he stood on tip-toe to look over the tops of the children’s heads, wanting to see how bad the line for churros had become.
There didn't appear to be any sort of line anymore, just a lot of people standing around looking awestruck for some strange reason. The cart was gone.
Avispa could hear all sorts of hollering from the top of the hill, and suddenly the children around him erupted in a cacophony of shrill screaming and scattered in different directions, just in time for him to see the churro cart careening down the sloped street, moving directly toward him at a very high rate of speed. Avispa tried to leap out of its way, but it was already too late.
The impact was tremendous. The runaway churro cart caught the little luchador squarely in the stomach and sent little Avispa flying back through the air. He landed flat on his backside and his tailbone made a sickening snapping sound when it collided with the concrete, causing onlooking ladies to scream and their children to cry. Some guy standing nearby who'd just finished his churro barfed it back up and lost it to the dusty street. The rush of pain that swept over the Avispa de Alameda was so overwhelming he only had a few moments to writhe around in agony, screaming and clutching his rump, before he completely lost consciousness.
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Post by Senator Phillips on May 10, 2019 1:34:24 GMT
La Guerra de Sangre: A Lucha Libre Telenovela
Season 2, Episode 8
"El Curso"
Orig. Air Date: May 9, 2019From a modest little food cart parked at the top of a charming street in the hilly outskirts of Chilpancingo, the scrumptious scent of freshly baked churros wafted through the air. A line had formed, just as it always did at this particular cart, and people were flocking from all directions to get their hands on the finest churros in all of Mexico. Nearby, a group of kids kicked a soccer ball around as they waited for their parents to make their way through the line. Avispa de Alameda had decided that treating himself to a churro would be a fine way to celebrate being the new champion of La Guerra and was on his way to that famous cart, but it was slow going on account of an uphill climb and all the little kids impeding him. Now that he was the owner of the illustrious Mascara de Choque, his profile in the world of lucha libre had been greatly raised, and children flocked to him in much the same way that everyone was flocking to the churro cart. A scrum of autograph seekers formed around him, and the mild-mannered Avispa felt compelled to sign something for each and every kid that came up to him. The churros could wait. At the top of the hill, the ball momentarily got away from the group of kids playing soccer and rolled underneath the churro cart, ever-so-gently brushing against a wooden wedge haphazardly jammed under one of its wheels. Just enough force to knock it free. Every time Avispa thought he’d finally signed his last autograph for the day, another wave of kids would arrive. If anything, the group clustered around him only seemed to be growing. Avispa was beginning to worry that he’d never make it to the top of the hill for one of those churros before they were all sold out. Being rather short in stature himself, he stood on tip-toe to look over the tops of the children’s heads, wanting to see how bad the line for churros had become. There didn't appear to be any sort of line anymore, just a lot of people standing around looking awestruck for some strange reason. The cart was gone. Avispa could hear all sorts of hollering from the top of the hill, and suddenly the children around him erupted in a cacophony of shrill screaming and scattered in different directions, just in time for him to see the churro cart careening down the sloped street, moving directly toward him at a very high rate of speed. Avispa tried to leap out of its way, but it was already too late. The impact was tremendous. The runaway churro cart caught the little luchador squarely in the stomach and sent little Avispa flying back through the air. He landed squarely on his backside and his tailbone made a sickening snapping sound when it collided with the concrete, causing onlooking ladies to scream and their children to cry. Some guy standing nearby who'd just finished his churro barfed it back up and lost it to the dusty street. The rush of pain that swept over the Avispa de Alameda was so overwhelming he only had a few moments to writhe around in agony, screaming and clutching his rump, before he completely lost consciousness. One word: OUCH. |
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Post by amsterDAN on May 11, 2019 14:13:39 GMT
La Guerra de Sangre: A Lucha Libre Telenovela
Season 2, Episode 9
"Night Two"
Orig. Air Date: May 11, 2019LA GUERRA
SEASON TWO : NIGHT TWO
Live from Chilpancingo
THE RING ANNOUNCER BREAKS SOME BAD NEWS...Once the audience finished filing into the building and had all found their seats, announcer Lingua Larga took to the ring with a microphone in hand and addressed everyone over the PA. “ Senoras y senors, I have an important and unfortunately unfortunate announcement to make. The Avispa de Alameda, our reigning campeon, has been injured. After being struck by a runaway churro cart he has cracked his coccyx… or as he asked me to phrase it: he has snapped off his stinger. Ladies and gentlemen, this injury is a serious one that will take our Avispa many weeks to recover from, so it is needless to say that his defense of the mask of Choque against Super Mohan - which was supposed to be our main event - has been cancelled.” The audience groaned, not so much in sympathy for Avispa de Alameda, but in annoyance that they would be seeing a little less lucha libre tonight. “Furthermore, because no clear timetable for his recovery can be confidently set, it has been decided that the title should be vacated. That is correct, ladies and gentlemen, Avispa de Alameda has been stripped of la mascara de Choque, and the most prestigious prize in all of lucha libre is once again up for grabs. More information on how we shall determine its next owner will be made available in the coming week.”
LOS ARBOLES
(Oro de Acapulco & Sicomoro)
vs
LOS DOS SIERRAS
(Motosierra & Minisierra)
CONCEPCION SCHULTZ
vs
LA LUCIERNAGA BACKSTAGE AFTER CONCEPCION SCHULTZ VS LA LUCIERNAGAAfter their match, Concepcion Schultz and La Luciernaga were back in the locker room, changing and chatting. They discussed their performances and Concepcion offered a few pointers to the rookie while also saying that she was extremely impressed with her, and La Luciernaga beamed. Their pleasant conversation was interrupted by an irate Adalberto Bonilla bursting through the door.
“You!” he shouted, pointing at Concepcion. “You’re fired. Out. OUT!”
The always cool and collected Concepcion looked mildly amused. La Luciernaga looked extremely upset.
“What? Why?” La Luciernaga shrieked at her uncle.
“Because she beat a member of mi familia!” he hollered. “She should have known better than to go into business for herself and pin you.”
“The whole point of a lucha match is for her to try and pin me, uncle!” La Luciernaga said. “She beat me fair and square, and I’m not upset about it at all. She’s my friend!”
Mr. Bonilla eyed Concepcion suspiciously. “Your… friend?”
“Yes, Uncle Adalberto,” Luci said. “My friend. And I demand that she stays.”
Looking a little deflated, Mr. Bonilla nodded. “Okay, sweetie. I’m happy my niece has made a nice new friend, particularly one who can teach her to become an exceptional luchadora. Please accept my apologies, Senora Schultz.”
Concepcion smirked and nodded tersely to indicate her less-than-halfhearted acceptance of his apologies, and Mr. Bonilla shuffled sheepishly out of the room.
ZDM
(Cicatrices, El Descosido & Exposito)
vs
LOS ULTIMOS
(Ultimo Grande, Penultimo & Ultimita)
QUICK RESULTSLos Arboles defeated Los Dos Sierras
Concepcion Schultz defeated La Luciernaga
ZDM defeated Los Ultimos
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Post by amsterDAN on May 22, 2019 6:34:59 GMT
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the inaugural edition of MIXTAPE, a showcase of talent from across the Independent Wrestling Empire! To kick things off, we’ll begin with the big daddies. The heavy hitters. The mainstays. All four wrestlers featured in tonight’s MIXTAPE have been members of the i.W.e. since its formation in 1999, and each and every one of them has held the i.W.e. World Heavyweight title at one point or another. If the i.W.e. were to erect its own Mt. Rushmore, it would be these four faces sculpted into the stone. They inhabit the uppermost echelon of professional wrestling excellence. Lads and lasses, I present to you: THE BIG FOUR.
OBNOXIO THE HARDCORE CLOWN
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SUPER BAD ASS SWEET DADDY JONES While he now enjoys a reputation as the most decorated champion in i.W.e. history and arguably one of the greatest professional wrestlers to have ever set foot in a squared circle, Super Bad Ass Sweet Daddy Jones’ career began humbly way back in 1998, when he debuted in the now defunct deathmatch promotion Xtreme Wrestling Federation. His first opponent? None other than Obnoxio the Hardcore Clown. At the time Obnoxio was one of the top draws in the XWF, and he saw to it that SBASDJ’s first match would be a memorable one, with the action spilling all the way outside of the arena and ending in a dumpster behind the building, with the world’s most terrifying clown coming out on top. Little did they know that they’d spend the rest of their careers practically attached at the hip from that point on, following each other from promotion to promotion for the next twenty years. Although they’ve faced each other more times than can be counted and had a few feuds through the years, they’ve been allies more often than not, even winning the i.W.e. Tag Team titles together in 2001. Tonight, however, these two men find themselves in opposite corners once again. Will the world’s most beloved gangster pimp be able to take down the clown, or will Obnoxio be the one laughing when all is said and done?
ROBINO
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'B2K' BRAD KUELMAN Rob O’Reilly and Brad Kuelman were two of the first wrestlers to sign contracts with David Harley’s Insane Wrestling Association when it arrived on the pro-wrestling scene back in 1999, and to this day have remained loyal to their infamous boss, following him every step of the way as his company absorbed promotion after promotion until it became the expansive Empire that it is today. Their loyalty has not gone unrewarded, as these two rarely find themselves far from the World Heavyweight title scene, and each has held the belt on three occasions… and each has lost the belt to the other, twice! Their rivalry is the longest-running and most bitter of all in the i.W.e., and over the past two decades their many matches with one another have never been anything less than sensational. Last time they met, Brad Kuelman was the reigning World Heavyweight champion, but Robino relieved him of the belt after KOing him with a moonsault elbow drop. However, when referee Terry Weldon raised Robino’s hand in victory, a strange scrap of metal came tumbling out of his elbow pad and it was clear to all that his most recent victory over B2K wasn’t entirely on the level. Will Brad get revenge, or will Robino score another win over the suplex machine?
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Post by xerowrestling on May 23, 2019 18:46:33 GMT
Kano:...*Jaw drops* Umm can i join the fun lol
Good stuff man
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Post by amsterDAN on May 23, 2019 20:32:12 GMT
Ladies and gents, welcome back for volume two of i.W.e. MIXTAPE! Tonight, we take a look at some of the smaller promotions under the Independent Wrestling Empire umbrella. Since the i.W.e. is such an expansive organization we'll give half of its feeder feds a gander today, and look into the rest of them on the next episode.
OLD FASHIONED WRASSLIN' (OFW)
Transnational Title Match
"THE BUTCHER'S DOG"
BARRY MITCHELL
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(c) CRO-MAG The mission of Old Fashioned Wrasslin’ is simple and straightforward: to preserve the great American time-honored tradition of good old-fashioned grappling action! Big, basic moves and hokey hamfisted gimmicks is what the OFW is all about, and in tonight’s featured match for the promotion’s top title - the Transnational Championship - we will be seeing all that in spades. Barry Mitchell, the burly and bizarre Brit also known as “The Butcher’s Dog”, takes on the reigning champion Cro-Mag, a caveman who according to kayfabe was discovered frozen in a giant block of glacial ice in Alaska. Will the rough-and-tumble brawler from London’s East End be able to take down the prehistoric terror and end his seven-month reign as Transnational champ, or will Cro-Mag’s animalistic brute strength be enough to overcome big Barry?
DOUBLE BIRD WRESTLING (dbW)
i.W.e. Tag Team Title Match
JAPANIMALS
(OCELOT & RACCOON DOG)
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(c) BIRDEMIC!
(RESPLENDENT QUETZAL & U.S. KESTREL) With some financial assistance from i.W.e. owner David Harley, lucha legends Resplendent Quetzal and U.S. Kestrel - together known as Birdemic! - have struck out on their own to form a new promotion where high-flying anthropomorphic pro-wrestlers can feel right at home. Double Bird Wrestling’s two founders also happen to be the reigning i.W.e. Tag Team champions, and have held the titles for a record 354 consecutive days. Tonight, they take on a team known as the JAPANIMALS, consisting of junior legend Ocelot and his prized protege Junichiro Tanuki, better known as Raccoon Dog. Will the bird boys be able to retain their titles and extend their amazing reign, or will the JAPANIMALS snap their streak right before it reaches the one-year mark?
BAY AREA SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT (B.A.S.E.)
Ace of B.A.S.E. Title Match
DANNY SANTANDER
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(c) STERLING VAUGHN Yes, you read that right. The members of i.W.e.’s primary developmental territory - Oakland-based Bay Area Sports Entertainment - compete for a title known as The Ace of B.A.S.E., currently held by arrogant pretty-boy Sterling Vaughn of the not-so-illustrious Vaughn Brothers. While he is undoubtedly the most talented wrestler in his family, most people suspect that Sterling’s title reign has a lot more to do with the fact that his father Percival Vaughn III happens to be B.A.S.E.’s commissioner than anything else. Having held the title for eight straight months, Sterling now faces his toughest competition to date in the form of The Stingray From Spain, Danny Santander! Will Sterling be able to resist the onslaught of flying knees that almost certainly lies in store for him, or will Danny get driven directly through the mat by the master of the uranage, just like everyone else who’s come calling for the title this year?
CALVARY CHRISTIAN WRESTLING (CCW)
REALLY DEVILLE
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THE MAN HIMSELF The i.W.e.’s most prominent and pious in-ring evangelist J.C. Lamb has started a small-time, bible-based wrestling promotion called Calvary Christian Wrestling, touring the nation’s many megachurches and spreading the good word of Jesus. The problem is that so far everyone he’s hired to play the role of ungodly heels has stubbornly refused to put his holy men over! Tonight, we witness the ultimate battle between good and evil when the CCW’s top star The Man Himself takes on that dastardly, devilish deceiver known as Really Deville. Will the man who may or may not be Jesus Christ in the flesh be able to cast this sinister satanist back into the lake of fire from whence he came, or will the Luciferian lad get one over on the Lord?
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Post by amsterDAN on Jun 2, 2019 20:39:32 GMT
* * * BREAKING NEWS * * * In an absolutely stunning development during rival promotion Lucha POWER’s Especial Dos event, elusive La Guerra owner and notorious drug lord Adalberto Bonilla made an exceedingly rare public appearance to deliver the shocking news that through an elaborate bit of scheming he has stolen away ownership of Lucha POWER from El Macho. What this will mean for the future of both promotions remains unclear, but Mr. Bonilla has promised to elucidate the matter in a speech at the upcoming La Guerra event, slated for next week.
LA GUERRA
La Segunda Temporada
NIGHT THREE
Date TBD LOS ULTIMOS
(Penultimo y Ultimita)
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LOS DOS SIERRAS
(Motosierra y Minisierra) An assortment of oddballs takes the ring in our opening bout between two of Los Ultimos - Mr. Bonilla’s bumbling henchmen - and the biker brothers Los Dos Sierras. Flabby old man Penultimo and his thin-wristed sidekick Ultimita will try to score their first team victory since joining La Guerra last month, while recently unmasked Motosierra and his midget twin Minisierra seek to get their groove back after a disappointing start to the second season. LOS ARBOLES
(Oro de Acapulco y Sicomoro)
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PODER FEMENINO
(La Luciernaga y Concepcion Schultz) After becoming friends following their matchup with one another on the previous episode, the owner’s niece La Luciernaga and German-Argentine sensation Concepcion Schultz are looking to get revenge on two men who roughed Luci up pretty badly during the season premiere in her very first match with the company. CICATRICES
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HEXAGON JR. Next, we catch our first glimpse of things to come now that rival promotion Lucha POWER has been bought out by La Guerra owner Adalberto Bonilla. In what many consider to be a dream lucha matchup, the two promotions’ flashiest performers meet in the ring for the very first time, which will surely be an acrobatic battle to behold. And to turn the heat up even higher on what is already destined to be a fiery fight, Mr. Bonilla has stated that the winner of this match will be getting a chance at the currently vacant Mascara de Choque, the top title in La Guerra. MAIN EVENT
LOBO MUERTE
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SAL DE ROCA Lobo Muerte has been the hottest name in wrestling over the past several weeks, impressing everyone who witnessed his gutsy run in Warrior Pro’s exhilarating G2 Tournament. At Lucha POWER’s last show, Especial Dos, he had quite rightfully earned an opportunity to vie for the LP championship against its current holder Dungeon Dominguez, but Sal de Roca invaded the ring in favor of the champion and cost Lobo his opportunity to take home the gold. For our main event, Lobo Muerte looks to avenge this injustice, and his new boss Adalberto Bonilla has assured them both that just as in the previous match, the winner will receive a chance at the currently vacant Mascara de Choque, La Guerra’s highest prize. |
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Post by amsterDAN on Jun 7, 2019 15:58:56 GMT
La Guerra de Sangre: A Lucha Libre Telenovela
Season 2, Episode 10
"Lights Out"
Orig. Air Date: June 7, 2019
Sal de Roca could hardly see the man’s face through the thick purple plume of cigar smoke suspended in the air over the desk between them, but could see well enough to know that Adalberto Bonilla was smiling at him with that sinister, hungry-wolf grin he had.
“I’ll be honest; when you said you could deliver ownership of Lucha POWER to me, I only half believed you. But you did good, Sal. Real good,” Bonilla said, his words slightly slurred due to the enormous double corona clenched between his teeth. He reached into a drawer and produced a blank white envelope that appeared to be stuffed to the gills and thrust it through the cloud at Sal.
Having handled many large amounts of money in his day, Sal could tell simply by the weight of the envelope that every peso promised was in there. He dared not insult his boss by opening the envelope to count, at least not here.
“As a matter of fact, Sal,” Mr. Bonilla continued, “I’m so impressed with your handiwork, I’ve decided that another reward is in order as well.”
It couldn’t be seen beneath his mask, but Sal cocked a quizzical eyebrow. What could it be?
Mr. Bonilla reached back into the same drawer that had previously contained the cash-filled envelope and produced another item, placing it carefully on the desk between them. It was a tattered, frayed and sweat-stained old lucha mask. La Mascara de Choque.
“I know you luchadors consider this dirty old rag to be pretty valuable,” Bonilla said. “And right now, it’s up for grabs on account of my nephew breaking his tailbone and being unable to defend it. It means very little to me and is just collecting dust in this drawer. You want it?”
Sal was speechless. He did want it, no question about it. But he believed enough in the legend surrounding the most coveted relic in lucha libre that he knew he couldn’t just take it. Not like this.
“I.... uh….,” Sal stammered. “I don’t know if I…”
Mr. Bonilla rolled his eyes. “You too, huh? You damned luchadors are so superstitious! After what happened to Avispa de Alameda, Super Mohan straight-up refused my offer of another shot at the mask, saying he was not worthy of it. Said the mask would be upset with him if he won it or some such rubbish. What an idiot!”
Sal faked a small chuckle, but he believed much the same way as Super Mohan. If the mask didn’t select you itself, it would resist at every turn your possession of it. Only the greatest luchador in the land was its rightful owner. Sal wanted to believe he was good enough for it, but deep down he wasn’t so sure he qualified.
“Perhaps we should run another small tournament for it,” Sal suggested. As an afterthought, he added: “So nobody accuses you of rigging things.”
Mr. Bonilla sighed. “No one would dare accuse me of such things, but I suppose a tournament would work as well. I was just trying to do something nice for you, Sal, to show my appreciation for your help in acquiring Lucha POWER. Are you sure you don’t just want to take it?”
“I’m sure.”
Shrugging, Mr. Bonilla reached across the desk and pulled the mask back. “Have it your way, Sal. I’ll find three other luchadors and make a tiny tournament out of it then. But I still don’t see why you guys are so afraid of this stupid, ugly mask.”
Picking it up off the desk, Mr. Bonilla turned the mask over in his hands a few times. Then a mischievous grin spread across his face. He rested his cigar in a nearby glass ashtray, raised the mask up and started to slip it over his head.
“Mr. Bonilla,” Sal said uneasily. “I’m not so sure you should-”
The moment Mr. Bonilla began to tug the mask down over his face, the lights in the room flickered wildly. He paused, the mask halfway down his forehead, and looked around with a mildly confused expression. The lights steadied back to a constant glow. Sal looked concerned.
“That was weird,” Mr. Bonilla remarked.
With one sharp tug, he pulled the mask the rest of the way over his face. The lights flickered on and off, much more violently than before, like a disorienting strobe light. Then they abruptly cut off completely, plunging the room into darkness. By the still silence that hung over everything, it seemed the entire building had lost power.
“What the hell is going on around here?” Mr. Bonilla said, fumbling around for a book of matches he knew was somewhere on the desktop. He finally found it and struck one.
Briefly blinded by the small flame cutting through the blackness, Sal’s eyes took a moment to adjust. When they finally did, he looked past the fire dancing on the end of the matchstick… and shrieked.
Sal had been expecting to see Mr. Bonilla sitting on the other side of the desk, as he had been just seconds ago. But it was not Mr. Bonilla at all. Not anymore. Instead it was an enormous, shirtless masked man bathed in an eerie blue light, a strange spectral glow.
It was the ghost of Choque.
Sal instinctively tried to leap from his seat and the chair tipped over backwards, spilling him onto the floor. Panicked, he scrambled to his feet and felt along the wall for a doorknob. Finally finding it, he threw the door open and ran off down the dark hallway.
“Sal? Sal!” Mr. Bonilla shouted after him, sounding more amused than anything. “What the hell’s the matter with you?”
But he wouldn’t receive an answer to that question because Sal was long gone. Mr. Bonilla shrugged to himself, wondering what on earth had just happened. Was Sal scared of the dark or something? It seemed to him like a pretty extreme reaction to a simple power outage, running away like that.
Mr. Bonilla once again shrugged to himself, then reached up and pulled the mask off of his head. The moment it was removed, the lights in the room burned steadily once again.
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Jun 7, 2019 17:31:13 GMT
La Guerra de Sangre Presents: Lucha POWER
Episode 1
“El Macho”
Orig. Air Date: June 7th 2019For as long as he can remember, El Macho’s favorite part of going to work when there wasn’t a show was lunch time. Two blocks from the Lucha Fantastico gym, which has always doubled as the company’s “office”, Macho would find Pedro and his wonderful taco cart. Macho would order two carnitas tacos, and Pedro would throw in one more, free of charge. They were in Macho’s opinion, the best taco’s in all of Mexico. But today El Macho felt sick to his stomach. Sitting in his office, half watching the latest Warrior Pro PPV event, El Macho stared at the barely touched tacos with mild distain. Boxes littered the room. With the purchase of Lucha POWER by Adalberto Bonilla, there was little reason for Lucha POWER to maintain its own headquarters. In one of his first acts, Bonilla had insisted that the entire Lucha POWER roster- including El Macho- relocate to Chilpancingo so that integration with the La Guerra roster could begin immediately. The deafening silence in the building was also not lost on El Macho. What use to be a lively atmosphere, filled with lucha’s working out and constant chatter, had been reduced to a ghost town. Macho took a bite of a taco, made a face, and threw the rest of the plate in the trash. Turning off the TV, he turned back to the stack of bills on his desk. He’d need to tie up the remaining expenses owed before heading out of town himself, but El Macho had never been great with numbers. I normally leaned on Sal for this, he thought. Sal. Macho’s despair turned to anger and he slammed his fists on the desk. “Senor, I do believe another blow such as that will result in the death of that desk.”
Where the hell was that voice coming from? El Macho peered around the seemingly empty room before eyeing the trash can. What was in those tacos? he thought. “Por favor.” El Macho stood up and lowered his vision to see the shortest man he’d ever met. Well dressed in a full suit, the stranger held a single envelope in his hand and seemed to be tapping his foot impatiently. “Who is this that sneaks into El Macho’s office?” “Is this an office? Senior this looks more like a closet.” “Habla ahora little man. El Macho has things to do.” “Things now? That is quite curioso. What things could a man who just lost everything need to do? No matter, I will not take much of your time.” The stranger did not wait for a reply, “Senior me llamo Paco Pequeno. I speak for Senor Bonilla. I will be your…how you say…conduit to el hefe.” “El Macho does not need a condiment. If Senior Bonilla needs something, he can talk to El Macho.” “I assure you, if Senor Bonilla is talking to you directly you will not be happy with the subject. And in any case, Senor Bonilla is a very busy man and has assigned me this task. Here.” El Macho, cautiously, reached out and took the piece of paper Paco had been holding. When he opened it up he saw a bunch of legal whatever that he couldn’t make out. Sal usually looked over this stuff too, he thought, his anger boiling up again. At the bottom, very clearly, was a one sentence line that El Macho very much understood: All Lucha POWER matters will be executed by my associate, Paco Pequeno.Shit. “So, as you can see, we all have our orders. Now, for the next show- I would like for you to relay the card to your co-workers, now former employees.” “Si.” Replied Macho, dejected. “Excellente. Doctor Dorado has spent a considerable amount of time calling out a member of ZDM.” “Si. El Descosido. They have history.” “Lets squash that. Doctor Dorado can face all of ZDM in a 3 on 1 handicap match.” “Que? All of ZDM?” “Si. Next, Viper Lopez will take on La Luciernaga. It is imperative that Seniora Lopez lose. I trust you will pass along that message.” Even with a mask it was clear that the color had left El Macho’s face. For the first time in his life that he could remember, El Macho was speechless. “And finally, the main event. Senor Bonilla recognizes that Dungeon Dominguez attacked you at the end of the last show. He wishes to give you a chance to… even the score. You will fight Dungeon for the Lucha POWER title. El Macho seemed to break out of his daze at that one. He did want to get his hands on Dungeon after what he did. He may be in a personal hell, but at least he’d have a chance at one more run as champion. Paco seemed to sense the optimism from that last statement, and a curious smile crossed his lips. “Just one more thing Senor. If you happen to lose your match- you will be fired.”
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