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[The Canyon Club was absolutely lifeless, not a person was in the venue and for good reason, no wrestling ring would fit inside of the place, let alone the hundred people that probably would show up. Chalk it up to a miscommunication between Silver State booking and The Four Queens' event planners. Instead of abandoning the thing or relocating the event to a bigger venue down on the strip or god forbid, to a rival venue on Fremont street, Silver State Battleground and The Four Queens thought of a compromise...]
LIVE FROM THE FIFTH FLOOR OF THE FOUR QUEENS' PARKING GARAGE [The ring was set up far enough from the elevators for the wrestlers to make their entrances and just out of leaping distance from partition, just so no wrestler could accidentally meet his maker by missing a suicide dive and plummeting five stories down to Casino Center boulevard.] [Wouldn't be pretty to say the least.] [The fans piled up on rented bleachers and floor seats on only one side, while camera were positioned on the other side.]
Jobber Cold War - Ultimate Brinkmanship [Everyone's favorite socialist and communist juggernaut, Comrade PANE! exited out of the elevator arms flailing and heavy breathing. He marched to the ring with "Gimn Sovetskogo Soyuza" blaring in the background. PANE! took no time in entering and demanding the microphone, of course with friendship and labor on the mind.] Comrade Pane! : "Comrades and Capitalist Swine." [The crowd reacts in jeers.] Comrade PANE!: "I have come to liberate this ring, this city, this state and this nation from the grasps of your fickle and corrupt government. No longer will we suffer from the shackles of capitalism and be slaves to the bourgeoisie." "The Proletariats must RISE!" "I CLAIM THIS RING FOR THE RODINA, FOR MOTHER RUSSIA!" [Pane! rips off his soviet union track jacket and waves it around manically as the crowd boos. That is until "Born in the U.S.A." by Bruce Springsteen hits the PA, outdashes Mega Reagan from the crowd!] [The two begin trading punches immediately. The referee rolls into the ring and the match is underway, but the closed punches continue to fly back and forth, the crowd cheering for every punch Reagan gets in and booing for every shot Pane gets in. Mega Reagan has Pane reelings, he winds up the punch but Pane cuts him off with a knee to the gut and double axe handles him into the canvas.] [Pane lays in the boots, medium style, but the referee stops him before he gets to carried away. The Communist Crusher, grabs Reagan by the back of his neck and tosses him into the corner, where he unloads another flurry of closed fists. Reagan does his best to fend off the blows but Pane is unrelenting in his offensive. The referee intervenes again allowing Reagan to get his composure back and rock Pane with a bionic elbow, followed by a spinning neckbreaker as Pane got back up.] [With complete control, Mega Reagan took Pane to each corner giving his forehead a mighty crash into turnbuckle pad for the pleasure of the fans. On the forth corner, Reagan ended the showboating with a side Russian leg sweep, which he referred to as a side American leg sweep, go figure.] [But the move couldn't keep Comrade Pane down for the three count, instead he kicked out at two and muscled Reagan up and back down again with a military press slam. Reagan was slow to his feet as Pane watched his opponent get back to his feet clutching his ribs. Comrade Pane came in for the big boot but Reagan ducked. Pane spun around and went for a huge clothesline, but Reagan ducked again. On the third time of spinning around and a bit dizzy, Pane full on tackled Mega Reagan into the turnbuckle.] [Once again, Pane peeled Reagan off of the turnbuckle and back down to the canvas with a mighty scoop slam. Comrade Pane motions to his legions of comrades that it is over and he will proceed with The Iron Curtain Claw!] [He locks the claw in over Reagan's forehead. Just as the 40th President of the United States looks like he's about to submit to Comrade Pane and communism, Nancy comes running down to the ring. She pounded on the apron and began to yell "Just Say No!" getting the crowd behind her husband and possibly her drug awareness campaign.] [Reagan fights to his feet and delivers a wicked elbow right to the sternum of Comrade Pane! Reagan double underhooked his foe's arms and attempted "Reagnomics and You" but Pane wanted nothing to do with the possible inflation and broke free from the hold. Reagan bounced into the ropes but Pane destroyed him with a vicious clothesline. Pane lifts Reagan up again and gives him the same clothesline.] [And once again, he lifts Reagan up and sends him into la-la-land with another vicious clothesline. Nancy beats on the apron as Pane goes for the pin but it's too late, Communism and Comrade Pane! had won.] Winner via multiple clotheslines: Comrade Pane! [The proud freedom fighter, raised his arms up to the sky and recited the national anthem as he left, while Nancy checked on Mega Reagan.]
Introduce Yourself - Battle of The Giants ["Immortal" by Adema hits the PA system, Phoenix, the man covered in skin graphs and blotched skin from fire slowly enters the ring. He looks over the crowd with a snarl and just enters the ring.] [Rage Against the Machine's "Sleep now in the fire" begins to rock the foundation of the parking garage. The seven foot tall Freight train and Manchester native, Yonson, makes his grand entrance, giving high fives to the fans and just hyping the crowd up before settling for a much more intense look at his opponent.] [Phoenix just glares back idly.] [The bell sounds and both men stare each other down, Yonson obviously holds the height advantage but Phoenix doesn't even show a hint of intimidation. That sentiment holds true as Phoenix starts it off strong with a knife edge chop. Yonson replies back with a massive open hand slap and a huge hollow noise to follow. Phoenix stumbles back but comes right back in shooting for the leg and taking the freight train down. Phoenix abandons the leg, flows over and applies a rear naked choke, or atleast attempts the hold, but Yonson blocks the attempt and bucks him off.] [Both men raise to their feet. Phoenix goes a knee to the gut but Yonson grabs the knee and gracefully tosses him over his shoulder with an adaptation of fisherman suplex. Phoenix gets back to his feet but Yonson comes right in with the attack tossing Phoenix over again with a vertical suplex, followed by a much more vicious snap suplex. He hooks the leg for the pin, but Phoenix kicks out.] [Yonson muscles Phoenix up but gets a stiff European upper cut for his troubles. Phoenix shoves him into the ropes and bounces into the others. With enough velocity to nearly break the ring, Phoenix spikes Yonson down dead center with a spinning powerslam. But that's not good enough either as Yonson rolls his shoulder off the canvas just in the nick of time.] [Phoenix rolls over on top of Yonson and blatantly goes to town, laying in punches on the big man. Yonson blocks a few of the shots but Phoenix keeps hammering away until the referee forcibly separates the two.] [The man from Manchester dusts himself off and shoves the referee aside taking it full force to Phoenix: knees, kicks, punches, elbow shots, the whole nine yards, Until Phoenix is trapped in the corner. Oh but it doesn't stop there, Yonson continues to unload and just as the referee is going to break it up again, the big man sends Phoenix out of the corner with a big belly to belly suplex.] [Unlike Yonson, Phoenix manages to get his foot on the rope, saving valuable energy rather than kicking out. Yonson lifts Phoenix back up and locks in the front face lock but Phoenix pops his hips and sends Yonson over with a huge Northern Light suplex, even managing to keep the bridge intact. But Yonson still isn't done and breaks the bridge.] [Both men get to their feet but Yonson is the first up, he instantly takes a run at Phoenix but he ducks and uploads him onto his shoulders executing The Eye of Horus, a fireman's carry rotating facebuster. Phoenix hooks the legs and picks up the victory.] Winner via The Eye of Horus: Phoenix ------------------------------------- Jeffrey Watts: "Are you experienced? What kind of hype is that to get me ready? Isn't it enough to be in this predicament? Ahh, I know I can do it!" [Watts sits on the bench in his locker room, finishing lacing his boots. He has a blue singlet on and it seems like he was ready or hyping himself. Jeffrey raises his head after finishing lacing his boots and wrestles to awaken himself. As he looks up, he notices his two coaches standing before. They look at one another and back to a smiling Jeffrey.] Coach 1: "Now is your time, Jeffrey. We can't promise you that we will be around every week to help you get prepared so you need to cherish this feeling right now. Just remember to do like we told. You don't want to go out there and get yourself injured so watch what you do out there." [Watts nods. He looks at the other coach.] Coach 2: "You thought about what we told you? Go out there and take it easy. You are no slight. We brought you in with absolutely no experience and by the looks of things, you have a perfect opportunity to make a name for yourself this week." [Coach 2 points a finger at Watts.] Coach 2: "Just don't get too full of yourself." [Jeffrey nods. His coaches turn and exit, leaving Watts all alone. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. Was he experienced? Was he ready? Well, only time will tell.]
Introduce Yourself - Are you Experienced? [Finger Eleven's "One Thing" begins to mumble through the fifth level, it would have been rocking but acoustic stuff through those cheap PA systems, never ever work right. Watts comes out of the elevator in high gold and purple stripped singlet, looking like a nervous but definitely a stone cold pimp. He stands at the steps for a moment a little worried about what's going to happen next.] [His moment of apprehension goes away, not because he found the courage to step up to the big time, which he would have done, but because of Psivage with a sneak attack shattering his skull into the ring post.] [Where'd he come from? He wasn't on the elevator!] [Psivage rolls him into the ring and takes the quick pin and almost comes out of the match with out laying in a single move, but Jeffery managed to lift the shoulder up before the three. Psivage violently jerks him up and whips Jeffery into the ropes and gives him a taste of an old school backbreaker. Watts holds the small of his back but Psivage is just getting started. He flips over the rookie and drops his knee right into the spine. Jeffery gives a howl of pain as Psivage flows over into the camel clutch, brutalizing the teenager with the occasional blow to the chest.] [Watts refuses to give up and Psivage breaks the hold, but not before practically curb stomping him into the canvas. The referee gives him a bit of lecture, the ref explains he's getting really tired of all this cheating and he's only getting paid 200 bucks for this shit and his daughter is going to UNLV, but Psivage isn't hearing any of it! He goes right back to the attack grabbing Watts by the hair and giving him the snapmare, followed by the old stand by, drop kick to the back of the head. But once again, Jefferry manages to get out of the pin.] [Figuring the new recruit was out of juice, Psivage began to toy with Watts in the corner, by putting him in the tree of woe and just idly kicking his face in. The referee reiterated his daughter and mounting debts, allowing Watts to pull himself out of the tree of woe. Psivage turned around and got a stiff clothesline. He bounced right back up and Watts tossed him over with an armdrag, followed by an elbow to the shoulder. The two scrambled up again but Watts was feeling it now along with the crowd support and laid in the punches like he did back when he fought with his buddies in the backyard. Psivage was reeling but it was the elbow shot that rocked him. The crowd exploded and Watts stumbled to get Psivage and fells into a bit of awe with the crowd.] [Being the opportunist that he is Psivage, rocketed his arm into Watts crotch, doubling him over and spiking him down with a sit out power bomb. It would have been a three count but the referee took some time going down to the pin, he would definitely feeling neglected. Psivage took the late pin with stride and hoisted Jeff up for a brainbuster, but somehow he slipped out of the hold and sent Psivage with a german suplex into rolling recliner pin.] [And got the three count!] Winner via roll up - Jeffery Watts [Watts quickly escaped out of the ring before Psivage could do another number on him.] ------------------------------------- [Backstage at the first Silver State Battleground show we see him. He is smile, he is grace, he’s the best hero in the United States. It’s Blue Collar PA. He is wearing his mask per the usual. He is sampling some food from the catering tray. He has nothing but a few pieces of lettuce, some Ranch dressing and a breadstick. He nods his head as he sets his plate down and pours himself a small amount of coffee into a Styrofoam cup.] Blue Collar PA: "Now this is the four star treatment. They’ve got everything a guy needs right here. They’ve got carbs, and trans fats and even a little caffeine to get the system going." [Blue takes a chunk off his breadstick using his teeth. He chews and swallows, in the background you can faintly make out the crowd popping for something, probably a filler match.] Blue Collar PA: "This is exactly why I got into the business...the crowd is hot, my match is coming up soon. I’m like a kid in a candy store. When my song pumps over the PA system and I head down the ramp to face Jane...man that’s going to be great. I got chills just thinking about it." [PA shutters briefly, true to his word.] Blue Collar PA: "I want to go out there and bust my hump tonight. I want to cross all the lines and show everyone what we’re about. I’ve been waiting a few weeks for this opportunity so I’m going to do it. I’m going to pull out all the stops. Tope rope, bottom rope, middle rope. Clothesline, chokeslam, selling, buying, getting color. Whatever I have to do to make this match worth it for those fans...I’ll do it. I’ll do it!" [PA takes a few pieces of lettuce and eats them using his hands, quickly licking any remaining Ranch off of them.] Blue Collar PA: "Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go stretch and take a multivitamin I wanna be in tip top shape."
Ch-Ch-Check It Out! [Hendrix's "Fire" hit, and out from the back stepped the handsome luchador, Angel Herrera. With Rob Masuoka, his manager, at his side, Angel waved and slapped the hands of all the people near him. Jogging out of the elevator, Angel dove in under the bottom, and sprang to his feet. An arm stretched into the air, showing off his muscular physique, and he grinned, glancing out into the crowd. Turning, he would glance at the entryway.] [The Game's "Dope Boys" hit, and Ian Garner came walking out, keeping an eye on Angel. With the beaty song playing behind him, Garner looked over the assembled crowd. He nodded slowly, appraisingly, and headed down to the ring, rolling in under the bottom. Angel approached, offering a hand, and the two would shake, eying one another carefully. The bell rang as they seperated.] [Garner and Herrera threw themselves forward, moving with the quickness and grace that only youth brings. Ian favored one knee ever so slightly, so as he juked right, Herrera juked left and the luchador went running for the ropes! Coming back, Ian was taken down with a picture-perfect headscissors takedown out of NOWHERE!] [The technical wrestler popped back up, and as Angel came in for an armdrag, the technical wrestler was quick to reverse Angel's direction, a wristlock turned into an armbar without a single hesitation! Garner only let Angel linger in that hold for a few seconds, before rolling him over into a fujiware armbar!] [Angel managed to get to the ropes, before Garner let go and let Angel rise and stagger away. The black man grinned, as he rose and stalked Angel. The luchador made it to the opposite side, as Garner came up behind. Tossing a glance back, Angel managed to spring onto the bottom rope and leap off, coming around with a boot to the head! Garner staggered, and Angel sent Garner off, taking him down with a drop toehold. As Garner tried to recover his equilibrium, Angel came up, and flipped, landing with a picture perfect moonsault on Garner.] [Angel brought Garner up, and went for another irish whip... But Garner would not be denied! Angel was spun behind, and Garner popped the hips, sending the luchador up and over! Angel landed and rolled onto his stomach, but Garner was in motion after the German suplex. Grabbing the ankle, Ian rolled onto Angel's back, hooking the leg and turning it into a single leg crab!] [Angel managed to get free some time later, but as soon as he was up, Garner hooked the ankle and shot in, grapevining the leg and yanking Angel back down! After putting Herrera through a few more holds, Herrera finally got to the ropes and forced a break, before rolling out of the ring. His manager, Robert came running over, and spoke into Angel's ear for a moment. Angel nodded, and as Garner climbed out of the ring, Angel slid back into it. The black guy landed on the outside, only to look around in confusion.] [Angel grabbed the ref's shirt, shouting something into his face, as the chunky Asian dug into his pocket and went for the eyeful of powder... But Garner ducked, and Robert's spray of powder went wide! Robert's eyes widened, as Garner threw a shoulder into the other's stomach, and went diving back into the ring.] [Angel came over for a stomp, and Garner was sick of this. No punk was gonna out-bad him. The ref was looking over at the fallen Masuoka, and Garner hammered a forearm into Angel's crotch. Then, reaching up, hooked Angel's head with his legs, flipping him onto his back. Legs went around Angel's neck, and Garner locked in a triangle choke! No Doubt that Garner was gonna win... ANd soon, Angel tapped!] [The ref signalled for the bell, as Ian rolled to his feet, then came to his feet.] Winner via No Doubt - Ian Garner
MAIN EVENT [Blue Collar Pa came out to "Blue" by Eiffel 65, and the crowd cheered him and rightfully so, he worked the crowd with master like percision, getting everyone their feet with his hardworking dance, and when he did get in the ring, he even got the ref involved in the scheme!] [Thing seemed like they were going to continue on a light hearted note, But Jane entered to the dour and slightly less fun to Dance to "Only One" by Evanescence, but that didn't mean the hearts of the people weren't behind the plucky can do MMA artist turned wrestler. No in fact she accepted as man hand as she could as they chanted for her loudly.] [The ref called for the bell and we were off, PA extended a hand to Jane, who was quickly "Down Low, Too Slowed" and Pa felt it was time for a dance, he called for Jane to see if she got game, but she was not amused. The crowd was quick with a "You got Served!" chant, Jane came in quickly while Pa executed some kind of spinning dance move, and took him down with a double leg. She jockeyed for position, but Pa had enough presence of mind to quickly reach for the ropes. the ref naturally broke it up, but only after Jane held on to the hold until a four count, gaining her feet, she waited for Pa, who was adament about maintaining a hold on the ropes, until she had been backed to her corner. After reaching his feet they circled one another, Pa starting a clap rhythm in his favor before useing his size to overpower Jane in to a headlock, Jane slapped Pa's beefy arm, but to no avail, and he wrenched in hard, nearly lifting her off of her feet.] [Jane tried the classic manuever of sending PA in to the ropes, but he knew it was coming and quickly returned back to the headlock, much to the chagrin of Jane, the ref moved in to see if she would give it up, thus being the first submissions to a side headlock in this decade, and she responded by pulling the ref in to Pa, creating a dog pile of Pa and the ref, while Jane shook herself out. The crowd being unhappy with this, booed loudly at her. Pa and the ref got back to their feet, with the ref admoshing Jane, and she smirked, unconcerendly, as soo as she was clear, she dove in for another take down, only to find herself deep in the grips of a side headlock, however, this time she dropped down and rolled Pa over.] [Who maintained the move in to a sitting headlock, Jane working quickly, twisted her lithe body around in to a head scissor, pa relenting the move found himself in a figurefour head lock, with Jane putting extra pressure on by placing her hands on her thighs, once again the ref astutely moved in to check on Pa, giving Jane the opening she needed to grab the ropes and really wrench the hold in. Pa flailed about as the ref quickly went to see why, Jane's hand predictably were no longer on the ropes. Returning to Pa, she managed to reaquire her grip, as Pa thrashed about more, the crowd booed relentlessly, the ref finally checking again, as Jane once again found her hands not on the ropes. The ref returning to his refly duty, failed to see Jane's hands once again latch the bottom rope, but this time, he turned and she was still hanging on for dear life.. or submission, and the ref administered a four count, Jane Breaking right as he was gaining on that elusive number five.] [Keep Pa grounded, she dropped a well executed knee to his head, and then began to use some of her MMA knowledge to try and work a side mount position in to a submission situation, Pa though through what is widely known as intuition, grabbed the very same ropes used to aide his pain earlier. Once again Jane found herself on the wrong end of a five count, and this led to her storming the referee and demanding to know the specific rules which were hampering her mounting offense. the referee responded by pointing out the particulars of not shoving and intimidating the referee, which gave Pa just enough to to recover and go for an oklahoma roll, Jane kicked out at one though, ending the fans chances of seeing a man pinning a woman this early on in the contest, Pa returned to the offensive by whipping Jane in to the corner and executing a splash and following up quickly with a russian leg sweep. He dropped the fist, got to his feet and did some threatrics and hit the ropes, he dropped down for another fist drop.] [ONLY to be caught in a cross armbar, now any other man may have been doomed in this situation, but recognizing his own strength, and vitamans and prayer, he simply lifted Jane up and slammed her down, utilizing his own shoot styled manuever to break hers, It was at this point as they started trading shot, that Boston Bancroft felt it neccesary to take a seat. with him to the ring, where he Took care of some of Jane's issues for her by braining the Blue Collared one. The Ref naturally called for the bell] Winner via DQ - Blue Collar Pa [However, Jane feeling slighted by yet another man, voiced her displeasures at Mr. Bancroft, who displayed that he is indeed and equal opportunist by also braining her to end his evening.] |
