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 Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 11:06 am
"The following contest is for the BBW CRIMSON CITY CHAMPIONSHIP! Before we begin, management will have to spin the Wheel of Massacre!"  Weather: Cold. Snow-covered grounds, flurries.
Wind: 6 mph
Temperature: 15 degrees Fahrenheit.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 1:32 pm
Commentator Guy: "The tenth match of the night is about to begin and this match is going to be a big one!"Commentator Troy: "That's right Guy! Up next, the BBW Crimson City Champion J.W. Caliber defends his title against a man who has greatly impressed us all since his recent return! The challenger had a five star, match of the night with Andrew Styles on our previous BBW show, The Extraordinary Englishman, Cartwright!""'Bout This City" by Reps hits the arena and the crowd explodes into cheers. Cartwright enters the arena in his fire printed wrestling tights and orange boots. Cartwright acknowledges all the fans and greets them with a warm smile.Announcer Justin: "From London, England, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is The Extraordinary Englishman, CAAAAAAARTWRIIIIIIIIIGHT!"Commentator Guy: "Here he comes! The veteran looks ready to go to war tonight!"Commentator Troy: "Cartwright has a microphone in his hands! I wonder what he has to say tonight!" Cartwright's theme music fades-out as he brings the microphone up to his mouth. He smiles as he listens to the crowds cheers and chants.Cartwright: "Thank you! Thank you! It feels so good to be here tonight in Seattle, Washington!" Crowd: "CARTY! CARTY! CARTY! CARTY! CARTY!"Cartwright: "On the previous show, I did what I said I was going to do! I showed everyone my Extreme side! Myself and Styles went to war against each other! We rattled each other with strikes, submissions, high risk offence and even some wrestling!"Crowd: "MATCH OF THE NIGHT! MATCH OF THE NIGHT! MATCH OF THE NIGHT!"Cartwright: "Well I guess the higher-ups liked the match we put on as well because I earned myself a championship opportunity tonight and I intend to make the most of it, just like I always do! Tonight, I wrestle J.W. Caliber for his Crimson City Championship! How does a drunk cowboy manage to win a title and hold on to it for so long?! Maybe he wrestles better drunk than most do sober! Well tonight, we will find out if he has enough drunken cowboy wrestling skills to defend his title against The Extraordinary Englishman!"The crowd loves both the champion and his challenger as loud dueling chants are heard around the arena.
Cartwright: "J.W. Caliber, I saw your match last month against the BBW World Champion, Xavier X! You did a darn good job out there! I can see why you are the longest reigning champion in BBW with those skills, even while drunk you were able to keep up with the so-called number one guy in the company, the BBW World Champion! But I've got news for you J.W. Caliber, tonight you're not dealing with the BBW World Champion! You're dealing with ME and what that means for you is that your title reign ends tonight!"Cartwright swaggers towards the ring as the crowd gets hyped-up by Cartwright's words. They love the English veteran, they love the drunken American cowboy, they love title matches and they love the Wheel of Massacre! What's not to like about this match?!Commentator Guy: "Cartwright sounds confident tonight!"
Commentator Troy: "Yeah but he seems to have forgotten about the Wheel of Massacre!"
Commentator Guy: "I don't think he's worried about the Wheel of Massacre! Cartwright has had a long career, he's seen it all and done it all!"
Commentator: "Except for winning the BBW Crimson City Championship!"
Commentator Guy: "And that's what he's aiming to do tonight!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2015 8:22 pm
As he put the finishing touches on his entrance attire, J.W. Caliber could be seen pacing back and forth by the steps leading up to the gorilla position, getting himself psyched up for his next match. He took a slug of liquid courage from a flask in his back pocket just before tying his bandana in place, slipping on his sunglasses and climbing the steps. Snow. ********' wonderful..., Caliber thought, shuddering at the memory of nearly catching frostbite last time he had to wrestle in arctic conditions. This time, he learned his lesson and would dress far more warmly! " Git 'er done!" the Texan muttered to nobody in particular as he stepped through the curtain. DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DUM DA DA DAAA DAAA...Guitars, banjos and fiddles heralded the arrival of the South Texas Stallion as Save A Horse (Ride A Cowboy) by Big & Rich blared over the PA system. Caliber lowered his head and took a deep breath before thrusting his index fingers skyward, duster coat shifting to either side, revealing the Crimson City championship belt wrapped around his waist as he threw his head back and let out a loud Rebel Yell. " C'MON PEOPLE! MAKE SOME NOISE!!!" Caliber shouted, as he crossed from one side of the stage to the other, getting a raucous pop from the audience before starting down the ramp and high-fiving fans on either side of the entrance way. And I buy the bar a double round of Crown
And everybody's getting down
An' this town
Ain't never gonna be the same
'Cause I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
'Cause the girls, they are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud, Leroy...and the girls say,
"SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!"
Everybody says,
"SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!""And introducing his opponent...weighing in at 235 pounds, from The Big River Valley of Deep Down Dirty South Texas...the BBW Crimson City Champion...he is the South Texas Stallion...J.W Caliber!"And I don't give a dang
About nothin'
I'm singin' and bling blingin'
While the girls are drinkin'
Longnecks down!
And I wouldn't trade ol' Leroy
Or my Chevrolet
For your Escalade or your freak parade!
I'm the only John Wayne left in this town!As he reached the bottom of the ramp, J.W. took a lap around the ringside area, posing for pictures with the crowd while his theme continued to play. Once he got back around to the ramp, the cowboy walked up the steel steps and stepped between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring, quickly unfastening his belt and scaling the ropes once he did so, holding the gold high for all to see. Pulling the bandana from his face, Caliber tossed it into the crowd before he hopped down and removed his sunglasses and black Stetson handing them over to the stagehand at ringside with his duster coat following right after. This time, the Dirty South Outlaw thought better of shedding his heavy flannel shirt, which fit just loosely enough that he felt comfortable wrestling in it and was old enough that he didn't care too much if it ended up getting damaged. And I saddle up my horse
And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise
'Cause the girls, they are so pretty
Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud, Leroy...and the girls say,
"SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!"
Everybody says,
"SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!"Flipping the title belt over his shoulder, the Crimson City champion crossed the ring as he asked the ring announcer for a microphone. It would appear that the less-than-talkative cowboy had something to say. His music faded out as he raised the mic. " YEEHAW! How's it goin', Seattle!" Caliber paused, grinning at the cheap pop. " This past Monday night, I gave the BBW World Champion a little taste of something I like to call 'South Texas Strong Style', and showed the sold-out crowd -along with the millions watching at home- exactly why I am currently the longest reigning champion in Bad Blood Wrestling." With his last statement, the Winter Warfare crowd erupted in applause, showing their appreciation of the champ's performance in the main event of the most recent installment of Monday Massacre. Commentator Guy: "When I spoke to J. W. earlier tonight, he described his 'South Texas Strong Style' as, quote: "One part Japanese Strong Style, and one part good old-fashioned country a** whoopin'"."Commentator Troy: "Well, that's certainly an interesting way to put it, but from what we've seen over the past few weeks -with two of his recent matches ending with his opponent being knocked out cold- it certainly is physical."Commentator Guy: "That it is, Troy! That it is. Also, according to my research, not only is Caliber the current longest reigning champion in BBW at the moment. If he retains his title tonight, he'll go on to pass Shadow's record of 206 days and become the longest reigning champion in company history!"" Now, Cartwright, ol' chap..." J. W. continued after the crowd settled down again, " you did hit one nail right on the head. I'm NOT the BBW World Champion! You're dealing with BBW's resident drunken cowboy, and one certified tough sonuvabitch! You're about to lock horns with the man who put down one former BBW World Champion, and gave the current one an a** kicking he'll never forget! I'm the Crimson City Champion, and if you think that this record-setting reign is coming to a halt any time soon, I've got two words for ya...GET SHOT!" Commentator Guy: "Strong words from the champion tonight, but will he be able to back them up?"Commentator Troy: "We'll find out soon enough. Once the Wheel of Massacre is spun, it's Put Up or Shut Up time!"
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Punkology generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
9!
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:06 pm
Pre-Spin After words had been exchanged between the two competitors, the announcer's voiced boomed over the sound system. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, we will spin the Wheel... of... Massacreeeee!"
On cue, a couple of crew members wheeled out the counterpart to the Crimson City Championship: the Wheel of Massacre. Instead of the usual four slices, instead there were three which read "Caliber", "Cartwright", and "King." Some would notice that Shanahan's previous slices had been distributed around, so that no one had a massive advantage on the wheel.
"The outcome of the wheel will determine the stipulation for this match. Cartwright has elected to choose an Extreme Rules match, where any manner of weapon will be brought out to the side of the ring for the competitors to use. The champion, J.W. Caliber, has requested the contest be a Ladder match, where in order to win, a competitor must climb a ladder in the center of the ring and retrieve the title belt. General Manager and CEO Kelly King has requested for this match to be a Bullrope match, where the competitors will be tied together by a bullrope and must touch all four corners of the ring in a consecutive order!"
Without further adieu, the wheel was spun...
[J.W. Caliber (Ladder) - 1, 4, 7, 10
Cartwright (Extreme Rules) - 2, 5, 8
King (Bullrope) - 3, 6, 9] Post-Spin ... And as it came around and around, it finally landed on a "King" slice.
"The following contest is a Bullrope match, and is for the Crimson City Championship!" The announcer went on, making the match stipulation official. "In this match, both competitors will be linked together at the wrist by a 15 foot length of bull rope. To win this contest, a competitor must touch all four corners of the ring consecutively without having the opponent touch one."
The referee would go on to secure the rope around the right wrist of both competitors. After it was secured, the bell would ring.
-Ding ding ding!-
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 4:09 am
((LOL! I like this wheel it's fun!))
Cartwright has a surprised look on his face. A Bullrope Match! Cartwright can't remember the last time he had competed in this type of match, it has been so long! Cartwright allows the referee to tie the rope around his left arm with no problems, accepting the situation as it is and going along with it like a good lad. He looks at the rope and feels it to make sure that all is right.
Cartwright looks over at Caliber, who must think that a Bullrope match is playing right into his hands, being a cowboy and American and all that. Cartwright watches as the referee ties the rope around Calibur's arm. The man looks almost too comfortable with the rope around him, as if it is a sensual feeling.
The referee finishes his job and walks into the middle of the ring. He asks both competitors to step forward, which they do. Cartwright offers the cowboy a nice, English handshake before they begin.
Commentator Guy: "Cartwright, with a show of good sportsmanship here."
Commentator Troy: "I'm not sure that drunken American cowboy's understand what a handshake it, Guy!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2015 4:48 am
A bullrope match, huh? Caliber thought, once the Wheel revealed the stipulation for this match. I can live with that.
Once the South Texas Stallion had been relieved of his championship belt by the referee, and his arm was securely tied by the 15 foot rope, the bell sounded and the match was underway!
As the challenger approached, J. W. would indeed accept the offered handshake before stepping back to give a clean break.
Commentator Guy: "Looks like drunken American cowboys do understand what a handshake is."
Commentator Troy: "Excellent showing of sportsmanship by both challenger and champion."
Of course, right after the clean break, the Dirty South Outlaw would attempt to clock Cartwright in the jaw with a good, hard forearm strike!
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:03 am
((Let's make this fun!)) The cowboy charges forward and smacks the side of Cartwright's jaw with a forearm strike, knocking Cartwright down on t the mat. What a cheap shot! This will bring shame on to all cowboy's across the world! Especially those ones that like to spend their time in mountains!
Calibur doesn't waste any time as he approaches a turnbuckle to touch it. Cartwright begins to tug at the rope as he sits on the ground to try and halt the cowboy's progress. Calibur gets annoyed. He grabs the rope with both hands and pulls Cartwright towards him and clobbers him with a clothesline which takes Cartwright down flat on to his back.
Calibur touches the first turnbuckle and begins to head towards the second one. He isn't being paid by the hour here. Calibur is about to touch the second turnbuckle when Cartwright breaks the combo by getting to his feet and leaping towards him, striking him with a punch to the back which forces Calibur to halt his movement and turn to face Cartwright.
Commentator Guy: "Calibur isn't wasting any time tonight. Maybe he saw Cartwrights previous match and doesn't want any part of him!"
Commentator Troy: "Come on Guy! Calbur is the only wrestler in BBW history to have more than one title defence in their championship reign! That shows that he is the very best! He isn't going to sweat Cartwright no matter how good he is!"
Commentator Guy: "Because he's so successful as Crimson City Champion?!"
Commentator Troy: "No, because he's drunk!"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 3:00 pm
J. W. trying to get the quick win so he could get back into his warm trailer already clearly wasn't going to work, as evidenced by the fact that he just got smacked from behind. Totally not cool.
Looks like he would definitely need to wear the Brit down, and since a clothesline didn't get the job done, perhaps lighting Cart up with a few rapid-fire knife edge chops might do the trick.
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Posted: Mon Feb 23, 2015 8:45 am
Calibur shrugs-off Cartwright's punch to the back and retaliates with lightning fast chops to Cartwright's chest. The crowd "Wooo's" as quickly as they can after each chop. Cartwright's chest turns a slight shade of pink from taking the chops. He covers his chest with both hands, his teeth clenched in pain as he goes down on one knee.
Calibur turns around to touch the turnbuckle and to start the string of turnbuckle tapping again while Cartwright is stinging in pain. the cowboy is successful with his first tap, but that fires Cartwright up again. Cartwright stands up and pulls the bullrope with both hands to draw Calibur towards him. As Calibur is dragged towards him, Cartwright leaps up and catches the cowboy with a dropkick, staggering him backwards into the same turnbuckle.
Commentator Guy: "The cowboy is going to be tough to take down. He just took a dropkick from Cartwright and he's still standing!"
Commentator Troy: "I wonder if that's just natural resilience or the alcohol in his system is numbing him!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 6:24 am
It was really a combination of natural endurance and Strong Style fighting spirit, along with a little bit of liquid courage that kept the champ on his feet after getting caught by Cartwright's dropkick.
"Is that all you got?" Caliber shouted as he stepped out of the corner with fire in his eyes before he tried to initiate a lock up.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:18 pm
Cartwright is shocked as Calibur not only remains on his feet, but he taunts Cartwright following it like the dropkick was nothing! Now The Cowboy wants a lock-up and Cartwright, being the good Englishman that he is, accepts it in a gentlemanly manner.
Calibur overpowers Cartwright and lifts him up into the air for a body slam. Cartwright slips out of his grip behind Calibur. Cartwright tries to place The Cowboy into a sleeper, but Calibur flings Cartwright off of him with a snapmare. Calibur pulls Catwright towards him using the bullrope and clobbers him with a diving clothesline, knocking Cartwright flat on to his back.
Commentator Guy: "Calbur got the better of that exchange! He used the rope to his advantage and smashes Cartwright with that clothesline following an even showing from both men!"
Commentator Troy: "Of course The Cowboy is going to be good with the bullrope, it's his natural ally which he can use to perfection whether sober or drunk! Cartwright is facing an uphill battle tonight!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 12:49 pm
BAM! The Crimson City Champion was like a house of fire as he clobbered the Brit, putting him down by way of a diving clothesline. Before he went for another try at tagging the corners, Caliber would attempt to wrap the bullrope around his opponent's ankles a couple times.
Commentator Guy: "Speaking of using the rope as an ally, is Caliber doing what I think he's doing?"
Commentator Troy: "It looks like the cowboy is trying to hog tie the English Gentleman. Come on! This is a wrestling ring, not a damn rodeo!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 2:54 pm
Cartwright begins to panic as he feels the ropes being tied wrapped around his legs. He tries to kick out of it, but Calibur has it wrapped tightly. Cartwright squirms and wiggles about as Calibur taps the first turnbuckle, trying to loosen the rope around him. Calibur taps the second turnbuckle and it looks like Cartwright has freed himself. Calibur turns around to see Cartwright on his feet! Cartwright dashes towards the drunken cowboy, leaps up, catches him around the head with his legs and flips him him and on to his back with a running head scissors which sends the cowboy under the bottom rope to the outside!
Commentator Guy: "You might question Calbur's tactics as being against the spirit of competition, but it was smart! He used the bullrope to his advantage!"
Commentator Troy: "A smart drunken cowboy?! Maybe if he sobered-up a little he could be the next Albert Einstein!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 10:53 am
J. W. managed to get halfway through the cycle this time before he suddenly got thrown for a loop and found himself on his back and outside of the ring thanks to a running headscissors. With the champ out of the ring and discombobulated, Cartwright tagged the first turnbuckle.
The Brit was about to tag the second in line, but found out the hard way that there wasn't enough slack in the rope for him to reach it...partly due to the fact that Caliber had gotten back up to a knee and was stepping on about three feet of the rope with a mischievous grin on his face.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2015 5:47 pm
That dastardly drunken cowboy! Cartwright is unable to reach the other turnbuckles as Calibur has stepped on the rope! Cartwright realises that he's going to have to take Calibur down and break his lowly chain of one turnbuckle touch. Cartwright decides to cut his losses and launches himself through the bottom and middle rope, striking Calibur with a suicide dive that pushes Calibur into the barricade.
The crowd cheers the athleticism, however Cartwright has a problem. Calibur is down on the mat and even further away from the ring! There is no way Cartwright can touch all four turnbuckles in this situation. Cartwright helps Calibur up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring.
Commentator Guy: "Cartwright took a risk and it looks like it paid off!"
Commentator Troy: "Calibur is groggy, but he could just be staggering from the drink! It's so hard to read this guy!"
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