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“GAWDDAMN HIPPY! GET’CHUR PAWS OFF’A ME!”
[The word "security" flashes quickly across as a somewhat large man is thrown from the edge of a spinning glass door. Frank Dylan James is pounding on two more who are forcing him out.] “SUMBITCH! IM’A RASSLEFIGHTER!” [The struggle continues, becoming increasingly violent. By now, all parties have taken a significant amount of blows. The Ragin’ Redneck is hardly even worn, unlike the two smaller statured security guards. Unfortunately, Frank can't seem to shake them.] “Yo!” [A new voice comes from the distance as C-Loc runs up behind one of the guards and drops him with the 4-2-0, allowing Frank to pound the other into the glass. While the man slides down the glass, Frank glances over to Loc who is picking himself up off the ground and dusting off his baggy shorts.] FDJ: “Clock! Whar’n th’ hell’djoo come from?” [Loc looks down at the fallen guards with a grin. He shakes his head a little.] C-Loc: “Shit, dawg, don’t even trip. I got you. Here, check this shit, I got a bar where fightin’ and cussin’ don’t even make a damn bit of difference.” [Frank looks bewildered, but follows Loc as he walks off.] […] [Moments later.] [The sounds of “Drop it Like it’s Hot” by Snoop fill the air. Frank and C-loc are at the bar of the Poetry Nightclub, at Caesar’s Palace. Vegas’ only real Hip Hop club. Frank looks even more bewildered now than before.] FDJ: “What’n th’ hell is this horseshit?!” [Loc chuckles.] C-Loc: “It's hip-hop, G.” [A disgusted look takes over the bewilderment as Frank glares at C-loc.] FDJ: “Mah name ain’t G, it’s Frank, an’ ah don’ want mah hips a’ hoppin’ ta nuthin!” [Tossing his beer bottle towards the DJ, Frank begins his assault almost immediately.] FDJ: “HEY DARKIE! PLAY ME SOME FREEBIRD! I GOTS ME A RASSLEFIGHT AN’ AH NEED ME SUM MOTORVATION” [The record screeches to a halt almost immediately as a couple hundred people stop and stare in the direction of Frank and Loc. Frank looks undeterred, but Loc is trying to pull his hat down and hide behind it.] FDJ: “Hey, Clock, what’n th’ hell’re they lookin’ at?” [Before he can even muster up a response four very large security guards walk up and grab both men by each arm. Frank shakes violently, as does Loc.] FDJ: “GIT OFF’A ME!” [There’s no fighting off these guys. Both men quickly end up ass-first on the sidewalk of the strip. Frank pulls a flask of moonshine from his left over-all pocket and takes a swig. He wipes his mouth off with the back of a hand and a big “HOO-AHH!” He almost impales C-loc on the chest as he slams the flask over to him.] FDJ: “Take ya a swig’a this, so’s yah kin RASSLEFIGHT better! WE GOT US SUM DAMN HIPPIES TA SMASH!” [Rubbing his ass cheek, Loc takes a swig and slowly stands to his feet. FDJ follows, but without any struggle. It was almost time to head back to the Four Queens.] LIVE FROM THE FIFTH FLOOR OF THE FOUR QUEENS' PARKING GARAGE... SILVER STATE BATTLEGROUND PRESENTS...
[High winds blew across the parking lot of the 4-Queens, Thomas Bloodgood was tempted to cancel the recording but with a sold out crowd, ultra-lounge customers prepped in their small little room and wrestlers waiting to earn a paycheck, the show had to go on.] [And so it did, a nice panel of flashing colors lit the stage as some quasi-aggro rock kicked off the show. The projector screen was put next to the stage to avoid from a disastrous fall and everything was double strapped into place, the sustained 7 to 9 mile winds weren't going to stop this show.] ------------------------------
Superiority Universe Chaos King Championship Four Way [All four men were in the ring ready to fight for the most coveted low level belt in all of the World Wrestling Alliance and the entire universe for that matter. A call girl brought out the Superior Universe Chaos King Championship from the back.] [And what's it a sight to see... Well, not really, the championship was a tan weight belt with a ... little league trophy glued to the front, or something.] [But for whatever reason, they all wanted it badly. Fappity even managed to pull out a quick one to its image.] [The bell chimed and they were off, Comrade Pane exploded out from his corner and destroyed The Warsaw Pact with a vicious clothesline and Ultimo Madden came in with a double axe handle, which Pane promptly no-sold. The two traded punches back and forth until Fappity came in with a left hand to both men. Again, they both no sold the punch, but right as they decedent upon the runt he unloaded with his stanky right, practicing knocking out Ultimo Madden and forcing the Communist Crusher to fall into his corner.] [Warsaw Pact quickly came up from behind Fappity and sent him over with a German suplex, followed by another release german. He goes for the pin but Ultimo Madden blitz him into the corner and unloads some serious kicks with his cleats. But Comrade Pane decides to spin Madden around and double him over with a hard knee and follow it up with a vicious, old school pile driver.] [It would have been over, only if Fappity didn't fish hook the Comrade with his calloused right hand. Pane took a wild swing but Fappity ducked and as Pane spun around Fappity stuck his hand down Pane's throat with a god awful iron claw!] Winner via Dirty Right Hand Iron Claw: Fappity [The theme music of the brand-new Superiority Universe Chaos King Champion hit, "Orgasm Addict" by the Buzzcocks, as Fappity celebrated! The Warsaw Pact rolled out of the ring, visibly irritated... And disgusted by the touch of the Whacking Pro. Ultimo Madden put his hands on his hips, glaring through his mask at Comrade PANE! and the Pact...] [As the crowd cheered or booed, varying depending upon their own personal feelings on the art of self-pleasure, the music cut off suddenly, only to be replaced with a slow, powerful guitar chord. As the house lights, such as they were, cut off, a set of lights with red filters turned on, bathing the garage's top floor in bloody light.] [Who was debuting in the most skilled and technical of divisions with the song "Night Prowler", by AC/DC? The crowd all turned to watch... And the man in the main event of the evening who also was at Crown of War and ISN'T named Justin Brooks slowly swaggered out from the back, that trademark baseball bat in hand.] [Boston Bancroft was here! He headed down to the ring, and as Madden charged him, fist balled up, Boston sped up! Madden went for a big right hand, and Boston ducked underneath it, peppering Ultimo Madden's jaw with left hands... But as Bon Scott wailed over the house speakers, Madden hammered a boot into Boston's stomach, sending him back, clutching his gut! A series of right hands, and Boston was sent against the ring, obviously staggered...] [And that was when Boston cut loose with his baseball bat. Madden took a bat-smash to the stomach, then one to the back, sending him to his knees! Boston stepped back, and charged forward, kicking Ultimo Madden RIGHT in the side of the head! Madden dropped, and Boston turned around. Catching Comrade PANE!'s eye, Boston offered a solemn salute, before he dove into the ring.] [Fappity had laid the Superiority Universe Chaos King Championship, a fancy... leather weightlifting belt, with a Little League trophy woven onto the front of it, down in the ring corner, reverently, and gone to the top! As Boston climbed into the ring, Fappity leapt off, going for a cross body block... And Boston caught Fappity!] [Fappity was hooked, his leg caught... And Boston dropped with the Cradle of Liberty, spiking the diminuitive lightweight on his head! Boston rose, and headed to the ring ropes, a microphone being offered to the big man.] [Boston headed back over, mike in hand. Fappity was rolled onto his stomach, and lifted. Boston hooked Fappity's arms over his knees, laid his baseball bat across Fappity's throat, cinched it up tight in both elbows, and cranked back, putting Fappity in an elevated camel clutch!] "Now... A lot of you may think that you know me." [Fappity's face was turning an ugly shade of red, as he was choked by Boston.] "But you have no idea who I really am." [A moment's pause.] "I deserve to be acknowledged." [He dropped the bat, and wrapped a big arm around Fappity's throat, yanking him up roughly.] "I deserve your respect." [He snarled, looking down at Fappity, whose face had gone slack.] "I deserve the praise of all of you, I deserve the cheers and merchandise and applause and love of all of you..." [He smirked.] "And if you're not gonna give it... Then I'm just gonna have to take it." [Boston grinned, as he finally let Fappity's neck go, the Superiority Universe Chaos King Champion dropping to the mat.] "Welcome to the Bancroft Path to Glory... And I'm gonna stack the bodies like cordwood. And every single wrestler in the back had better be on watch. If I don't get what I want..." [Boston scooped up that bat, slowly spinning it in his hand.] "Someone's gonna pay for it." ["Night Prowler" hit once more, and Boston climbed from the ring. Ultimo Madden took a swipe at his ankle, which Boston smoothly sidestepped, and headed for the back, leaving the bodies where they lay. He had a match to prepare for...] ------------------------------ [A car drives up the parking garage ramp and up to the elevator entrance on the fourth floor. The door opens and out comes Jeffrey Watts in a plaid shirt and blue jean shorts. He walks around to the trunk of the car and takes out his traveling bag. Watts shuts the trunk and waves as the car drives off. He gets a firm grip on the bag and drags it along with him. With the biggest match in his career just around the corner, one would think that he is tense and ready to go. A loud sound can be heard from behind him. Jeffrey drops his bags and turns around to see a guy, who had apparently dropped his musical equipment. The guy was leaning down to pick them up as Jeffrey ran over to help.] Jeffrey Watts- You alright, sir! Man- I'm fine. Just dropped the case. Good thing nothing fragile was in there or that could have been bad. I usually have other people move this equipment. [Watts bends over with the guy to collect some of the equipment but butts heads with the guy, leaving both in considerable pain and holding their heads. Watts struggles to study this guy over who has blue eyes and blond hair. He was a little on the slimmer side and wore a throwback ‘95 era "Green Day" shirt and jeans.] Jeffrey Watts- So, you here to perform or something? Man- Yeah. I got a request from Blue Collar PA to be his musical guest in his segment later on. [Watts was no stranger to the news. Word has it that none other than Adrien Cochrane would be his musical guest and Jeffrey was astounded with Adrien by the look on his face. He immediately gets that sugar rush that he needs from his RedBull he drank some thirty minutes ago and helps the guy to his feet. Jeffrey bends back down to pick up the equipment case and hands it to the guy. He points at the guy with a smile. Watts struggles not to fumble over his next sentence.] Jeffrey Watts- You're...You're...Adrien...Cochrane! [Adrien Cochrane has a wide smile on his face.] Adrien Cochrane- That's what my parents named me. [Jeffrey extends his hand with a hopeful look that Adrien was the same outside of wrestling as he was inside of it. Adrien cheerfully smirks as he shakes the young wrestler's hand. Watts stares at his hand and firmly grasps it, making sure to shake it a good four or five seconds.] Adrien Cochrane- So, you have a name, kid? [Watts immediately loses grip and looks over behind him back where his bags lie. He looks back to Adrien with a hesitant expression. How would Adrien respond, he wonders? Fuck it, give it your best shot, kid.] Jeffrey Watts- My name is Jeffrey Watts. I compete in the SSB. I'm just not as...well, ya know? I'm lucky to be here and stuff and sorry if I am not as good as the others, ya know? I just... [Shut the fuck up. Don't ruin the moment, Jeff! Jeffrey sighs.] Adrien Cochrane- Whoa, calm down, dude. It's cool, man. [Jeffrey takes a deep breath and smiles.] Jeffrey Watts- Sorry. I just... Sometimes I get overly eager and stuff. Adrien Cochrane- It's okay. No problem at all. Jeffrey Watts- So, how am I doing? Any improvements I can make? [Adrien laughs. He doesn't expect people asking him for wrestling advice very often.] Adrien Cochrane- All you can do is learn from experience. You got to start somewhere. You're young. You're gonna get better. We all start where you are at now. Just keep at it, learn from your mistakes, and you'll be fine. You gotta work your way up the ladder. [Jeffrey looks at the parking garage floor. A little overwhelmed with the advice or possibly the fact that he was speaking to a veteran in the wrestling business that he thought highly of for the first time ever. Jeffrey looks back at Adrien.] Jeffrey Watts- Sometimes, I think people underestimate me, ya know? It's almost like I am overlooked at times. I have the skill, I just can't seem to grasp the verbal approach. I can't get the words right and my emotions come into play. I just... I'm really nervous this week. I obviously want to win this match, so I can actually compete for a title - but I also don't want to abandon the fan base that is allowing me to be in this business. I mean, I'm not going to lay down, but I certainly want to keep my sanity. I heard that title belts can corrupt even the best of the best around here. Know what I mean? [Adrien thinks back, realizing he's yet to win a title himself, but thinks back to his retired ex-tag team partner, former World and Double Crown Champion and as nice as Adrien himself.] Adrien Cochrane- Not all the time, though. One of the greatest tag team partner's I've ever had held the WWA World and Double Crown title, and it didn't change him one bit. [Watts looks surprised at Adrien's comment.] Adrien Cochrane- Just remember where you came from and the fans will still love you. [Watts nods his head. His lips set firmly and he fights back a tear. He extends his hand once more. Adrien smiles and shakes it.] Adrien Cochrane- Well, Jeffo, I need to get back to set up this equipment. Here's my number if you need anything. [Adrien scribbles his cell phone number and name on a strip of paper Adrien has in his back pocket and hands it to Watts. Watts looks at it with a smile and watches Adrien turn the opposite direction towards the elevator entrance. He points his hand at Adrien.] Jeffrey Watts- Good luck to you. I know you can win the "Manhattan Island Title". Nobody deserves it more than you! [Adrien smiles and calls out to Jeffery right before the elevator doors close.] Adrien Cochrane- Thanks, buddy. You show them what you're made of out there tonight. [The elevator doors close and Watts nods his head a couple of times. What ever advice Adrien has given definitely turned his demeanor around. He turns back around to grab his wrestling bag in obvious joy. It was time to rock n' roll.] ------------------------------
Mismatch Mayhem [B. Marquis and Cory Reznor stare one another down as if they are sizing up the competition. Cory immediately goes to a bearhug, but Marquis scissors Cory’s head, thus breaking the hold. Cory goes back on the offense with a knee to Marquis gut, but Marquis rolls with it around Cory’s back and into a sunset flip like move. Cory refuses to cooperate and lands a punch to Marquis chest. Marquis catches grasp of Cory’s hand and plants Cory headfirst into the mat and reverses course, as he maintains a hammerlock. Marquis follows in with a couple of knees to the back of Cory’s arm. He sinches the hold in a little more. Marquis realizes quickly that Cory won’t be tapping to this, so he gives Cory a little slack and extends the arm underneath his armpit and steadies it in an armbar. The ref goes to check on Cory to see if he is willing to tap. “NO!” Cory yells at the ref and almost reaches for the referees shirt to beat the answer in his head.] [Cory begins throwing wild elbows and one nails Marquis right in the temple, releasing the hold. Cory quickly gets to his feet and begins stomping on the exact spot he just hit him. Cory taunts the crowd, a little bit too much as Marquis comes up behind Cory with a school-boy roll up. The ref quickly gets into position but only gets a two-count.] [Marquis and Cory both get to their feet at the same time and Cory steps out of the way of a wild Marquis dropkick. Cory lifts up Marquis and plants him with a DDT. He lifts Marquis up and plants him with a spinebuster. Cory goes for the pin… But he only gets a two-count!] [Cory stomps away on Marquis some more. He drags Marquis over towards the middle ring. Cory follows in with an elbow drop. Cory lifts up Marquis, but catches a chop across the chest. Shaza-mania was running wild and Cory was the victim. Marquis connects with a dropkick. Marquis goes to the rope but on rebound catches a powerslam from Reznor. Marquis lifts up Reznor and sets him up for a suplex, however Cory goes out the backside and hits Marquis with a german suplex into a bridge… But gets a two-count.] [Could he finish off the Shaza?? Or would the Shaza prove to be too much. Cory gets a little more vicious, as he slams Marquis’ head off the mat a little more. Cory lifts up Marquis, but catches a clothesline. Marquis goes towards the turnbuckle and climbs up. Cory begins to stir. Marquis gets ready as Cory gets to his feet. Marquis jumps off with a flying crossbody and nails it. He pins and wins it....] [NO?!] [The ref says Cory just got his arm up. Marquis shrugs and lifts up Reznor before getting an European uppercut. Cory hits another that nails Marquis right between the eyes. Cory follows in with a kick to the midsection but amazingly Marquis catches grasp of it. Marquis looks to get the advantage again before Cory uses his free leg to Enziguri kick B. Marquis in the back of the head. Cory turns over Marquis lifeless-like body and pins. For the victory!] ------------------------------ [1-1. Not a bad starting record, if you think about it. Coming from the backyards to the big leagues. Technically, it would be 2-1 but fuck that. Cory's tag team partner for the tournament last week had practically no-showed, as he left everything up to Reznor in the ring.] [Tonight marks the start of a new era. Cory always said he would make an impact, and now he has started his long-awaited rise.] [Just after his Enziguri win out of the woodwork, Reznor motions for a mic. A crew member rushes one over to him almost immediately.] "On my debut here in the Silver State Battleground, I was pinned by that little twat, Jeffrey Watts. Week two, my so-called 'partner' for the first round of the campeonato de la raza tournament flaked on me, and got pinned in the middle of this ring, causing me to fall out of the spot light of the title tournament." [Reznor stops and looks around at the crowd. Sweat drips down his body profusely.] "Third time's a charm, motherfuckers. I told B. Marquis, along with everyone else that doubted me, that I would finally prove myself here. Now, as some of you may have heard, Thomas Bloodgood mentioned a violent suicide tournament to be held here in the SSB. That right there is more my style. THAT RIGHT THERE..." [He pauses for a brief moment with a demented grin.] "That is my chance to advance to the top of this business, unhindered by 'average' losers. My chance to out-perform the school taught little boys. However, at this point, such a tournament is only purely speculation. With that being said...Boston, Brooks, C-Loc, Frank, Gowan, Phoenix, Nick Journey, and...WATTS all better keep their eyes open. Whoever wins that title, can bet that I will be hot on their trail." [Reznor drops the mic and turns to walk off, devilish grin still intact. Suddenly, he stops and stares down at the still-down, but struggling, B. Marquis. Cory takes another quick look over the crowd before hoisting Marquis up by the arm and helping him to his feet. Marquis looks confused, but soon get his answer as he is struck by the size 11 shoe to the gut. Reznor tosses Marquis up to his shoulders and spins him around, dropping him face first on his shoulder with the Godsmack.] [Without another word or glance in Marquis' direction, Reznor climbs between the ropes and walks off to the lounge area of the Four Queens.] ------------------------------ It's time for the Super Special Secret Guest, but not really because he was already announced on the dumb internets. It's time for the "Blue Collar Dance Show" starring Blue Collar PA (that's P-A people) with his special guest for the evening Adrien Cochrane, who will be playing some music off his new solo CD.] [The two of the walk on to the stage together. Blue Collar wearing that trademarked red and blue mask of his, and a pair of American flag pants. Adrien is wearing an II t-shirt and a pair of jeans. The International Influence Superstar also carries his guitar with him. The two take center stage as a decent number of people gather into the area that the casino but aside for them.] Blue Collar PA: Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls, children of all ages allow me to present our guest for this evening. Flying in this morning from the Great White North, the Original Prankster himself...Adrien Cochrane! [The crowd gives a brief applause.] Adrien: It's great to be able to bring y'all some music tonight. Blue Collar PA: Adrien is going to be playing songs all night for us to groove to. Adrien: Yeah most of these tracks are going to be off my solo album which is being sold... [Blue cuts him off.] Blue Collar PA: So low that we can't hear him! [The crowd chuckles at the joke.] Adrien: Being sold right over there. Blue Collar PA: So without further ado, here is the first song! [Adrien strikes up some chords and the crowd starts dancing along. Success once again for the Blue Collar Dance show.] ------------------------------
Lucha Libre Mega Match [The Biker, Harley Guerrilla Jackson, stood in the ring waiting for his opponents, how he got there, we'll never know.] ["Creep" by Radiohead began to play on the PA system and the "Anti-Bully" De'Anton Maybon stomped out to the ring, looking real important in his ring attire and ready for some fighting] [But the second "Satisfaction" began playing for Reno's Favorite Son, Chance Fantana, Maybon became focused with a snarl. Appropriately, Fantana laughed it off with call girls on either side of his body wearing skimpy clothing almost matching Chance's blue and pink tights. As the real sleaze he is, Fantana begins stroking the cheeks of women and handing out a few hotel key cards before hoping on to the ring apron and doing some thrusts and gyrations before getting in to the ring.] [And then, the entire parking lot begins to dance as Blue Collar PA comes out from the back, clapping, dancing and moonwalking out from behind the entrance to Eiffel 65. It was surely the sight to see, well, until Maybon saw enough.] [The match was officially underway as Maybon baseball slide kicked PA into the protective guard rail. He unloaded with stiff punches before flinging him into the ring and applying a neck crank to the working class dancing hero. Jackson broke the hold and whipped Maybon into the ropes. De'Anton flew back with a crossbody block but Harley caught him and dropped him down with a hard front slam. He went for the pin but Chance stunned Jackson with a dick-move kick and proceeded to bulldog him. Blue Collar PA got back up and hit the inverted atomic drop on Fantana and followed it up by lifting him up on his shoulders. But Maybon dragged him down and kicked in PA's knee. Fantana spun him around and was about to sucker punch him but De'Anton wasn't fooling and nearly decapitated Chance with a clothesline. Luckily for Reno's Favorite Son he ducked the move and fled from the ring.] [De'Anton turned around and received a double leg take down from Blue Collar PA. PA quickly grabbed the legs and turned the him over for the Boston Crab but right as he does so Harley gets back to his feet. PA drops the submission hold and delivers a wicked super kick to Harley sending him back to the ground. PA goes for the pin but only receives a two count, thanks to Maybon pulling him off of the Biker. De'Anton goes for a German suplex but PA blocks and spins around with a back elbow shot. He attempts a DDT but Maybon shoves him off and into the ropes where he bounces back and into a release belly to belly suplex.] [PA sits right back up and Maybon locks in the headlock and attempts to do the unthinkable: Remove PA's mask! Blue Collar PA keeps his mask on by grabbing at himself but his real saving grace comes from Harley who locks in a headlock on Maybon. They wrench the hold in tight but neither men budge under their submission.] [That is until they realize something is missing. Maybon and Harley loosen their holds as all three men stare out to the audience and see Chance Fantana hitting on one of the more attractive audience members. Right before he can score her digits all three men slide out of the ring and bring him back into the ring and go to town with left and right punches. That is until Fantana trips Harley into Blue Collar PA. He blots for the ropes but Maybon yanks him back and into the D.A.M. a double vertical suplex followed by a stiff Fisherman buster.] [He almost gets the win but Harley makes the safe and proceeds to powerslam Maybon into the ring forcing him to roll out to the outside.] [Blue Collar PA sees his opening and makes the Biker rock and roll with syncopated punches into the turnbuckle. From there he take the Biker up and down with a second rope piledriver....1.....2.....] [Maybon pulls him out of the ring and rolls Harley up for the three count.] Winner via cheap roll up: De'Anton Maybon [PA rolls back into attempting to get revenge for the win he should have had but De'Anton escapes by the skin of his teeth.] [There's only one thing to do in this situation.... Dance.] ------------------------------ [Jay Bridges is backstage with the microphone in hand, looking quite amused by something.] Jay Bridges: “You won’t believe who I’m here with backstage…” [He gestures for someone off-camera to come closer so that they can enter the shot with him. Complying reluctantly, a woman draws in with a few steps.] Jay Bridges: “JANE KATZE!” [Jane looks “dishevelled” for lack of a better term. She’s wearing her usual dress shirt and dress pants, but her ponytail is sloppy and there are bags under her eyes that not even an overly generous smearing of eyeliner can conceal.] Jay Bridges: “So where have you been this past, what, month?” [Jane clears her throat, as if she hasn’t been using her voice much lately.] Jane Katze: “I, uh, took some personal time. You know, um, sometimes you just need to go on a sojourn. Really helps a person find their centre.” [Bridges looks a little sceptical.] Jay Bridges: “I see.” [Jane uncomfortably shifts her weight from one leg to the other.] Jane Katze: “Yeah.” Jay Bridges: “So you’re back full-time now?” [Jane holds her hands up as if to indicate that they’re clean, that there’s no blood on them. A plea of innocence from a woman humbled by some of the matches she participated in just prior to her sojourn.] Jane Katze: “If management will take me, I’d love to get back into the full swing of things. But we’ll have to sit down and talk it over.” Jay Bridges: “Right after this show?” [The flash of a smirk crosses Jane’s face and the woman suddenly looks somehow… less tired, less weary.] Jane Katze: “If I can last that long.” Jay Bridges: “What do you mean?” Jane Katze: “Have you been watching this rubbish? There’s no style here! No one has been able to hold my attention. With each match, it seems to get more and more mundane. By the time it’s all over, I’ll have nodded off and will sleep through my appointment, most likely.” [Jay looks awkward. He swallows with this look that seems to suggest he’s just tasted something bitter.] Jay Bridges: “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you up if you’re feeling like you’re dozing off, so I’ll let you go. It was nice talking with you!” [She shares a skin deep smile.] Jane Katze: “Sure.” ------------------------------ Campeonato De La Raza Tournament: Round II [Do you hear that train a comin'?] [Well the fans sure did as The Barefoot Redneck came out from the back with his oddly paired friend C-Loc in tow. The two spent no time with fancy entrances, high fived a few fans and got into their corner. Watts and Gowan were a bit more interactive but again, both of these teams knew what was at stake.] [Gowan and C-Loc started things off with the old collar and elbow tie up, C-Loc got the upperhand and flowed around the back for a waist lock takedown. C-Loc synched in the hammerlock before flowing around and going for a headlock, but Gowan fought it off and fought to a vertical base, rocking the stoner with a series of european uppercuts before snapping off a vertical suplex and drop kick to the back of the head.] [Gowan tags in the Rookie Sensation who promptly realigns C-Loc's spine with a stiff soccer kick. Jeffery pulls up C-Loc and takes him back down to the canvas with a spinning neckbreaker. Watts goes for the pin but C-Loc kicks out at two. Frank attempts to get into the ring but the referee stops him. Jeffery yanks C-Loc back up again and shoots him into the ropes. Gowan ducks down for the back body drop but C-Loc kicks him in the chest and then a quick belly to belly suplex. C-Loc goes for the tag to his partner but Gowan is quick to react and trips to him ground before he can make contact. C-Loc goes for the enzuguri but Jeffery ducks and dumps C-Loc over with a release German suplex.] [Watts is quick to make the tag into Larry who slides in and delivers a quick drop kick to C-Loc, forcing him into the corner. Gowan leaps into the turnbuckle and sends C-Loc over with a monkey toss, sending him across the ring. C-Loc lands hard and Gowan goes for another pin but once again C-Loc kicks out. Larry lifts C-Loc for another move but C-Loc drops down to a knee and fireman carrys Larry and snake eyes him in the corner. Gowan staggers out of the corner and C-Loc takes him down with a perfect STO.] [And then the Hellbilly, Frank Dylan James enters the match. Gowan gets to his feet and Frank rocks him with too many punches to count. The referee tries to break it up but he narrowly escapes a wild swing. James lifts Gowan up and bounces him into the ropes before grabbing him in a cross body attempt and well, Frank doesn't know why he jumped into his arms but he doesn't like it one bit and spikes him down with what would almost be called a body slam, keep in mind, it only resembles one.] [Jeffery leans in and tags in to the match and clotheslines Frank down to the ground. He gets right back up and eggs Watts on to punch him in the chin before he unleashes hell on him. Jeffery shrugs and hits a punch which proceeds The Country Boy to unload with punches highlighted with a "HOO-AHH" and an uppercut. Imitating his partner he loads Watts up on his shoulder and drops him across the turnbuckle and then slams him down overhead. C-Loc tags himself in and splashes Watts with a frog splash.] [Gowan tries to make it in for the safe but Frank quickly tackles him out of the ring.] Winners via Frog Splash: C-Loc and Frank Dylan James.... Rasslin 'N Flow! [The two teams collect themselves and meet back in the ring. Watts offer his hand for a handshake out of respect. Frank looks at his hand funny but C-Loc has to explain they don't want to rasslefight anymore and want to share a 40 with them later or something. Since booze was on the line, Frank shakes hands with Watts. So does C-Loc for that matter, except he knows what's going on.] ------------------------------ MAIN EVENT [Phoenix and Journey were in the ring and waited for their opponents. For the second time in the night "Night Prowler" began to play, this time the crowd knew exactly who it was. "The Spoiler" Boston Bancroft came out from the back carrying his baseball bat with him. He was all game, this was some serious business and he wasn't going to wait for Justin Brooks either. Boston rolled into the ring and instantly took it to Phoenix doubling over the massive man with the handle of the bat before tossing it off to the side.] [The referee called for the start of the match and Boston quickly sent Phoenix over with a T-Bone suplex. Nick Journey attempted to stop Boston but "The Devastator" quickly moved away from the ropes and snapped Phoenix over with a vicious snapmare.] [Finally, Justin Brooks came out from the back and got to his corner. Boston shot him a snarl as he synched in a dragon sleeper on Phoenix. The referee checked the hold but Bancroft dropped the hold and proceeded to brutalize Boston just like he did the jobbers. The referee broke it up but Boston ignored the referee and went back to the attack with a big kick but Phoenix barely blocked the kick and gave back the same to Boston with hard punches and an even harder clothesline. Phoenix tagged in Journey who quickly entered and began suplexing Boston all around the ring] [Brooks leaned in and attempted a tag when he could but Journey had almost cut of Boston from the side of the ring. That is, until Boston hit a well placed knee to the groin. Nick doubled over and Boston hit his less known maneuver "Experience's Pride" a reverse facelock into cutter] [What could have ended the match turned out to be a desperation maneuver. Both men crawled to either side of the ring and tagged in their respected partners. Mr. Double Crown himself exploded out of the corner and took it to Phoenix, matching him with punches, blocking kicks and show why he was the DC Champ. But Phoenix fought the good fight, even going as far as to spike the champion down with a vicious spinebuster. But Phoenix looked to capitalize on it much too soon, as he shot Brooks into the ropes for his finisher, Justin bounced back and executed a surprise "Hook 'N Ladder" and pulled out the victory for his team.] Winner via Hook 'N Ladder: Justin Brooks and Boston Bancroft [But any celebration Brooks or Bancroft had in plan was stopped immediately when C-Loc and Frank Dylan James stood at the rampway.] [The two teams would face next week at Between Hell and High Water V, hell, they were barely teams anymore but the two stared off each other.] [That is until Frank ran into the ring instantly brawling with the Double Crown Champion. Boston smiled a bit as he reached for his bat but C-Loc bum rushed him. A full on fight was brewing and the fans were loving it. C-Loc rocked Boston with a few punches but he got ahead of himself and Boston tripped him into the cement wall bordering the street level. To make things even better Frank managed to lift Justin Brooks over his head and took a running start and pitched the champion at the two of them.] [If it wasn't for Bancroft and C-Loc to break Brook's fall he would have been the first victim of that ledge. Nothing that the WWA, SSB or The 4 Queens wants to deal with.] "GAWDAMN SPACE DRIVIN' TIGER FLOPPAAAAH!" [And that's where things got even worse, Frank attempted a cartwheel (which failed) and sprung over the top rope halfway backwards and into the wall, after the three men ducked the attack.] [Boston scooped up Frank from the crumbled mass he was and whipped him across the parking lot and into the guard rail, flipping him onto the other side by shear force. C-Loc attempted to make the safe for his tag team partner but Brooks grabbed him by the waist and german suplexed him in the opposite direction.] [Bancroft jumped the rail but was met with a stiff belly shot from Dylan. And like what he wanted to do with Brooks, he succeeded with Bancroft, throwing him over the concrete divider. Except this one didn't send Boston 4 stories down to a street but four feet to the ramp way leading down to the fourth level of the parking lot. Frank jumped onto the divider and a leaped off into Boston. But those damn cameras couldn't catch the impact.] [Brooks leads C-Loc to the ramp way but C-Loc elbows him in the gut and ramps Justin's face into the metal bracing of the entrance. He does this twice more before Brooks side russian leg sweeps him on the base of the ramp. Both men continue to fight through the curtains, the camera follows them into the elevator hallway and into the elevator. Luckily this camera was full charged and followed the action as both men tripped each other in a confined space attempting to get the upper hand on another. The door swung open, only to be greeted with Frank using a casino trash can to clobber Bancroft across the back.] [C-Loc attempted to DDT Brooks onto the edge of the elevator platform but Justin shoved him across the hallway into a display case cracking the glass. Frank charged at Brooks but Mr. Double Crown flap jacked him into the elevator, well more appropriately the door as it had closed. Justin checked on Boston but quickly got a low blow and dropped into a table, that promptly gave way under the impact.] [Rassle N' Flow however were still on the same page and grabbed both men and lead them into the casino area. Before any security staff member could prevent it from happening chaos erupted onto the the floor level as C-Loc and Boston threw each other into slot machines.] [The show began to fade out as Justin Brooks tossed Frank into an empty black jack table causing security to go into a frenzy separating the wrestlers.] [SSB Distressed Logo]
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