GSW: The Underground 2016
Grimm SoCal Wrestling presents...
The Underground 2016
Friday, Week 3 2016
The Warehouse [431 people]
The Underground 2016 is a perfect opportunity for GSW to really find its voice in the pro wrestling world and set the tone for the new year. The fragile armistice between Compton and Long Beach has been shattered as Busta Capp takes the next step in his war against Cali Slick--going after his title. He gets his chance tonight against another former American champ, Fro Sure. The champ Cali Slick won't be sitting idly by, as the Long Beach Crew will be attempting to take all the belts home in a tag-title match against the State of Destruction. Plus, Brother Grimm has an important announcement and more!
The Warehouse crowd gathers, drinks in hand, as Long Beach Crew’s entrance music, Freddie Gibbs’ “F***in’ Up the Count,” blasts through the nightclub. Aces High and Cali Slick might be the challengers, but they’re not short on hardware--slung over their shoulders are the GSW West Coast and GSW American titles respectively. Additionally, Slick is wearing his ever-present shades and Aces has a joint tucked over his ear. Behind the GSW kingpins lurks CJ Weston, the Crew’s consigliere who has recently cozied up to Brother Grimm and parlayed his advisory role to the GSW owner into opportunities for his two clients.
"...Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you're frontless..."
The blunt thuds of Run the Jewels’ “Blockbuster Night Pt. 1” serve as a foreboding anthem to two behemoths rising from the depths of the Warehouse. The GSW fans part like the Red Sea as the GSW Tag Team champs State of Destruction plod their way to the defacto ring, a padded floor section of the club. As the pair of megalodons finish their brutish parade, the fans circle around the four competitors.
Long Beach Crew vs. State of Destruction (c.)
GSW Tag Team Championship Match
It’s easy to see why every championship in GSW is shared between these four men. Cali Slick is the closest thing in the company to a career wrestler, an unflappable gangsta-turned-grappler with aspirations of big league glory. His partner, Aces High, lacks the same prodigious talent but makes up for it with the unpredictable, frenetic energy he brings to the ring. As for the State of Destruction, size matters. Boneyard, the real-life bodyguard of Brother Grimm, tips the scales at 350 pounds and his cohort BB Colossus is even larger. What the two monsters lack in finesse they more than make up with in awe-inspiring size.
Ref Moore Vincent signals for the title bout to start and the defending champs start out of the gate quickly. As you may expect with two guys like Boneyard and BB, the State of Destruction toss around the Crew with a limited arsenal of forearm smashes, clotheslines and basic slams. Things get more interesting when Weston introduces weapons into the fray, snatching a pool cue from a nearby billiards table and handing it to Aces. While it’s not enough to fall their significantly larger opponents, Long Beach Crew is able to even the playing field.
"Ooooh-weee!" exclaims MC Motormouth.
With some crisp, tandem offense, the Crew pushes the dominant champions further than any past opponent has. Slick in particular showcases his wrestling chops with an impressive flying uppercut from the top of the Warehouse’s music stage. While the Crew does most of the legwork in the match, it isn’t enough. Batting Ace’s pool cue out of his grasp with a clobbering forearm counter, Boneyard wraps his other meaty hand around the GSW West Coast champion’s neck and propels him seven and a half feet into the air by the throat, driving him down with a brutal Chokeslam. Without pause, the massive human mass covers for the three count.
Result: State of Destruction def. Long Beach Crew, retains the GSW Tag-Team Championship
Following the match, Aces High is still recovering from Boneyard’s wicked finisher. As he gets up, Dead Men Walking’s theme, Denzel Curry’s “SUMO” blasts through the Warehouse like a sawed-off 12-gauge. The ruthless Mobstar prowls toward the club floor, followed by a wild-eyed Gravedigga who makes violently-suggestive hand gestures toward the fallen GSW West Coast champion. The former tag-team champs would be what the streets call the “locs,” unhinged gang-bangers that feature associated behaviors bordering mental derangement. Mobstar, the man who Aces won the West Coast title off of, doesn’t let his eyes leave his former championship.
Presumably, the members of the GSW know the show is scripted, but they still look wildly uncomfortable around Dead Men Walking. A collective sigh of relief is shared as REASON’s “Show Stop” pulses through the Warehouse, signaling the arrival of Mobstar’s opponent, Omar. The former Jeremiah Moose has carved a role in GSW as the promotion’s elder statesman, but his aspirations of being American champion are still very real.
Mobstar vs. Omar
The sultry woman behind Omar is Osiris, a former model that has undoubtedly joined the ranks of Brother Grimm’s roster of gorgeous hostesses. Heavy-lidded and powdered-up in gothic make-up, she’s quite the mystery for GSW’s crowd.
"Damn she's fine!" says MC Motormouth.
Moore Vincent checks both men for weapons [which seems pointless given it’s GSW] and signals for the bout to begin. Mobstar comes out firing with the hands and Omar is more than willing to trade with the former West Coast champ. While it’s clear Omar is the more polished wrestler thanks to his long-time stint in CZCW, Mobstar is becoming an increasingly effective in-ring [or in-ringlike] storyteller. He connects with a pair of gorgeous suplexes, much to the crowd’s displeasure.
While Mobster ring generals a large portion of the match, the high-flying Omar can’t be grounded forever. He connects with a running dropkick, driving Mobstar into a crowd of fans. When the toppled audience members clear out, he continues his aerial offense by climbing--and diving off of--a tall bar much to the fans’ roaring approval.
Omar’s stunt show would come to bite him in the ass as he misses on a costly dive off of a large speaker, crashing into a bed of broken glass. Mobstar connects with a beautiful double-stomp but before he’s able to close in on the victory, a forgotten Aces High smacks him on the back of the head with an 8-ball. An actual billiards 8-ball that is, not coke, although with Aces you can never be too certain. The groggy West Coast champ drags the near unconscious body of Omar over his rival and Moore Vincent hesitantly counts to three as Gravedigga chases after a fleeing Aces.
Result: Omar def. Mobstar
Following Omar’s victory, the lights in the Warehouse flicker on and off to signal an intermission. As the fans file out for a bathroom break and more booze, Grimm’s Girls come out in skimpy outfits to set up the approaching co-main event. Since it’s a hardcore match, weapons are littered throughout the club, making the venue look like a Home Depot just exploded.
The lights flicker on and off again, and MC Motormouth and Cliff Caves return to their post at the DJ turntables to announce that the show has resumed.
Shortly after the crowd reconvenes, Slim Thug’s “Like A Boss” sets the stage for a fellow hardcore Texan. Tough and authoritative, Hard-1 ambles toward center stage, barb-wired bat in hand. A heavy steel chain dangles over his neck.
“Gang Signs” by Sad Boy Loko serves as the introduction to one truly hellish figure: Mexico’s Finest. From head to toe, “MF” is tatted in prison tattoos and there isn’t an inch of cartilage on his face that doesn’t have a piercing through it. He's looking even angrier than usual, after his recent encounters with the State of Destruction.
Hard-1 vs. Mexico's Finest
The fans give the competitors a wide berth and who can blame them. It was going to be a brutal trench war between two of GSW’s most wicked street soldiers. Despite the massive size disadvantage, Hard-1 is unflinching toward “MF,” mouthing obscenities toward the former GSW American champion in his gruff, threatening voice.
Before Moore Vincent can finish saying “ring the bell,” the two collide, tearing each other apart like pitbulls. While the match is definitely not making it on any Dave Meltzer end of the year lists, the glorified prison fight is exactly what GSW's core demography desires.
"Not going to be many arm-drags and armbars in this one," observes Clifford Caves.
Mexico's Finest smashes a glass bottle over the head of Hard-1, turning the Houstonian's bald noggin into a mask of red. Not to be outdone, Hard-1 retaliates with a vicious unprotected barb-wire bat shot that slices the big Mexican's back wide open. As crude and uncivilized as this match is, it's hard not to enjoy the plain sighted sadism.
The match climaxes when Mexico's Finest connects with a massive Hard Time on Hard-1 [ironic right?] into a bed of broken glass. He covers for an emphatic three count, ending a match that shed enough blood to save at least five transplant patients.
Result: Mexico's Finest def. Hard-1