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Silver State Battleground Presents...
Live from The Fox Fire LoungeJune 10th, 2009 [The Event kicked off in a new location but in the same format, outside surrounded by a shopping center and an apartment complex to the back. Sure, they were going to hate the fact that there was a wrasslin' show going on in their backyard but the Fox Fire Lounge agreed to host them in the back parking lot and it's not like anyone was going to swing by the hole in the wall venue to shut them down.] [Furthermore, noise complaints could only be filed until ten and things were starting earlier, like, seven or something. Either way Silver State Battleground has permits... I guess.] [The ring was set up, barricades were placed on either three road side entrances to prevent any drunkard from barreling through the crowd or anything crazy. The "backstage" was a series of sheets and canopies, privacy was a minimum but it's not like they were going to need much of it. And if they really wanted to, the bar could easily let them use their back room.] ---------------
SUCK Division Championship Match [The crowd welcomed "Reno's Favorite Son" and his legion of paid for accompaniments. Chance offered for the fans to touch his girls but quickly shoved the girls away and offered his own groin, disappointing the UNLV frat boys and down right offending the parents with their children.] [Why they brought their children to a show where one guy's gimmick is to masturbate constantly, I don't know.] [Fantana escorted his ladies into the ring and grabbed the microphone, but before he could deliver his "Whoa Daddy" trademark Fappity spun him around and instantly took the challenger down with "The Cream of Fappity"] [The referee rang for the match to begin but it was over before it started, Chance had passed out from the hand of doom and other unmentionables... that are frequently mentioned... and Fappity successfully defended the Superior Universe Chaos King Championship.] Winner via The Cream of Fappity: Fappity "The Master" Baytor --------------- [The Fox Fire Lounge wasn't a classy place. This was the sort of place "the locals" went. The beer selection was underwhelming, every light beer and piss water drink was available but if you asked for something like an IPA, Pale Ale or Hefienweizen, you'd probably get beaten down in the parking lot.] [But Frank Dylan James was in hog heaven, double fisting Budweiser since they didn't have Pabsts [seriously, this bar sucks.] C-Loc sat next to him, faded as hell, staring down at his untouched Bud, it wasn't the sort he usually indulged in.] [The Barefoot Redneck finished the two beers simultaneously, spilling about half down his scraggly beard and into the beat up old shirt he loved so much and slammed the beers back down.] FDJ: "GAWDAM!" [The outburst was enough to wake C-Loc from his stare off into nothing.] C-Loc: "Shit, why do you have to be so loud?" [The beer was presented to Frank and he began guzzling it down. Seize the day, right?] FDJ: "Huh?" C-Loc: "Nothin, just chill." [Frank finished off the beer in record time and slammed it down again.] FDJ: "Don't we rassle fight tonight?" C-Loc: "Fuck it. We're Champions." ---------------
Enter The Shaza! [B. Marquis and Phoenix stand in their respective corners ready to battle. Both superstars await the bell to ring, and it does. Marquis runs in with a spinning heel kick and nails Phoenix right on the chin. He lifts up Phoenix and scoop slams him proceeded by stomping away on him while he is down. Marquis goes to the top rope and awaits Phoenix to get to his feet. Phoenix gets to his feet struggling to locate Marquis, which allows Marquis to hit a turnbuckle bulldog. He covers.] 1… Kickout! [Marquis lifts up Phoenix and tosses him into the turnbuckle. He signals to the crowd and mounts atop the turnbuckle giving him a series of fists. The crowd joins in unison.] 1 2 3 4 5 6 7! [Phoenix walks out from under the fists and snake eyes Marquis's throat first across the turnbuckle. Phoenix grabs Marquis's hair and pulls him out to the middle of the ring and delivers a devastating neck breaker. He covers.] 1… 2… Kickout! [Phoenix lifts up Marquis a little aggravated that his attack didn’t work. He swings with a wild clothesline but Marquis ducks, kicks him in the gut and sets him up for the Impaler. He nails it and turns over Phoenix for the count.] 1… 2… 3!!! Winner via Impaler: B. Marquis --------------- [After the previous match finished, and the wrestlers headed to the back.... The keen of ear could hear the sound of Bon Scott inhaling, for just a second. Then, the Young Brothers and Cliff Williams began to blast out the intro (Prerecorded, of course. Bon's kinda... dead.) to the 1979 song, "Night Prowler". That meant, of course, that the SSB Heavyweight Champion, the Campeonato de la Raza, was about to hit the scene.] [Boston Bancroft stepped out from the backstage area, the curtains suspended from ropes encircling the "changing rooms", and lifted both his hands into the air. One held a steel chair, but the other... Well, it held a book. The keen of eye could probably pick out the title, but the general public just saw Boston posing, book in one hand, chair in the other.] [Boston headed for the ring, that glimmering title belt around his waist, a black t-shirt on his chest. Yes, the t-shirt was even the new one, Boston's face, sunglasses on, with a tribal design airbrushed around it. On the back was the text "Bancroft Path To Glory". He smirked to a fan, pointed to another and said something, and lowered his shades, winking at a third, before he got to ringside. The chair was slid into the ring, the book put inside, and Boston hopped up onto the apron.] [Boston turned to face the crowd, hands going out to either side, fists clenched. Cameras flashed, as Boston posed for the crowd, but most simply booed the Spoiler. He grinned, and climbed into the ring, gesturing for a mike.] "So... It's taken me something like two or three weeks to get a single thing through the head of my opponent. "Yeah. Later tonight, I will lock up with Jak Nemesis... And I'm even gonna be true to my word. Jak, you lame, useless garbage wrestler, my title WILL be on the line in that match. "But between you missing the point entirely, and Blue Collar PA being a racist, pandering tool, I'm starting to think that everyone in this company except me is dumb as hell. "Seriously, I proved that I'm better than PA when I beat his ass. And I'll do it again. You go talk to Bloodgood. I'm sure he'd love to sign Boston/Blue Collar PA, to get the deathmatch marks to come back out for when I kill you." [Boston shook his head, and jabbed a finger downward.] "But as for tonight... I'm starting to think that Jak Nemesis, wannabe toughguy extraordinaire, is ignorant. "And I KNOW you people are ignorant. The closest you come to reading is reading the drink lists!" [Boston grinned, as boos rained down on the ring, before putting a placating hand up.] "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I suppose the sports section of the newspaper counts too. "But... TONIGHT... I'm gonna jam some knowledge into your stupid fucking skulls." [Boston went over to the book and the chair. The chair was picked up, unfolded, and placed in the center of the ring. He took up the book, and sat down, opening it.] "The Grapes of Wrath. By John Steinbeck." [Boston licked his finger, and turned the page.] "To the red country, and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth. The plows crossed and recrossed the rivulet marks. "The last rains lifted the corn quickly and scattered weed colonies and grass along the sides of the roads, so that the gray country and the dark red count began to disappear underneath a green cover. In the last part of May, the sky grew pale, and the clouds that had hung in high puffs for so long in the spring were dissipated." [Boston lowered the book, looking to the crowd.] "Dissipated means dispersed, or dispelled." [He raised the book back up, and continued to read. The crowd murmured. Was he really gonna read this? One guy began to shout "BOOOORING! BOOOOORING!". It wasn't long before the fans were chorusing it.] "The sun flared down on the growing corn, day after day, until a line of brown spread along the edge of each green bayonet. The clouds appeared, and went away, and in a while, they did not try any more. The weeds grew darker green, to protect themselves, and they did not spread any more. "The surface of the earth crusted, a thin, hard crust, and as the sky became pale, so the earth became pale, pink in the red country and white in the gray country. "In the water-cut gullies, the earth dusted down in dry little streams. Gophers and ant lions started small avalanches. And as the sharp sun struck day after day, the leaves of the young corn became less stiff and erect; they bent in a curve at first, and then, as the central ribs of strength grew weak, each leaf tilted downward. Then it was June, and the sun shone, more fiercely. The brown lines on the corn leaves widened and moved in on the central ribs." [The boring chants began to grow deafening, and Boston looked up from his book.] "Hey. HEY! Shut up. I'm trying to educate you useless wastes of space, and you'll thank me, someday!" [The crowd wouldn't let up. "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" Boston just redoubled his efforts, speaking louder over the house mikes.] "The weeds frayed, and edged back towards their roots! The air was thin, and the sky more pale! And every day the earth paled! "In the roads where the teams moved, where the wheels milled the ground and the hooves of the horses beat the ground, the dirt crust broke and the dust formed!" ["BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" Boston shook his head, and sprang to his feet, mike held angrily before him. He jabbed with the hand holding the book into the crowd, coming to the edge of the ring.] "NO! NO! I will NOT let you pathetic, sad... pathetisad losers deprive yourselves!" [He opened the book.] "Every moving thing lifted the dust in the air! A walking man lifted a thin layer as high as his waist! And a wagon lifted the dust as high as the fence tops! An automobile boiled a cloud behind it! The dust was long in settling back again!" ["BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" Boston would just snarl, and hold the book up, before his eyes.] "When June was half gone! The big clouds moved up out of Texas! And the Gulf! High, heavy clouds! Rain-heads! The men in the fields looked up at the clouds! They sniffed at them and held wet fingers up to sense the wind! And the horses were nervous while the clouds were up! "The rain-heads dropped a little spattering and hurried on to some other country!" [Enough was enough. Every fan in the parking lot was chanting "Boring", and this was gonna end up costing SSB money. Thomas Bloodgood, owner of the SSB, sprinted out from the back and dove into the ring, quickly coming to his feet. Boston lifted an eyebrow, and handed it over to the other.] "Boston! Seriously, stop!" [Boston turned to ringside, gesturing for another mike. One was handed up, and Boston turned back to face Thomas.] "No. You see, I'm the Champion here, the top guy in the SSB. And that means I get to do things, like educate these fans." [Thomas hung his head, sighing. He looked up at Boston.] "Would me calling security out sway things any?" [Boston wordlessly grabbed up that steel chair, closing it and turning it into every wrestler's favorite weapon.] "No, then. How about if I double your pay for the evening. Will you go backstage and come back out only to wrestle in the main event?" [Boston tossed the chair down, crossing his arms, that title belt gleaming as he watched Thomas.] "It's a title match now, right?" [Thomas hung his head, pressing a hand to his eyes.] "Sure. Whatever you want. Just please... Let me go on with the show." [Boston took a moment, and smiled broadly.] "You got yourself a deal, Tommy. For this, and other wonderful books, consult your public library." [And "Night Prowler" hit the speakers. Boston climbed out of the ring, and dropped to the floor. He grabbed up his title belt, lifting it up and over his head. He headed for the back, holding the book close to his chest, that title belt gleaming and shining as Boston disappeared into the back, that huge grin on his lips.] ---------------
None of these People have Titles -- Triple Threat [To say the absolutely least, Justin Brooks decimated his opponents. If it weren't for a malfunction with equipment in the first five minutes of the match, we'd show you but, you know... we can't.] [But Brooks fucking took this with ease and gave the crowd what they wanted. The Former Double Crown Champion proving that he is an absolute contender for the SSB Campeonato De La Raza and The WWA World Heavyweight Championship.] Winner via Cradle of Liberty: Justin Brooks ---------------
Violent Suicide and Super Grudge Reunion! [Jane and Cory were in their corner, halfway indifferent with one another. What's with heels never getting along? Reznor scowled and walked with a slight, but noticeable limp from Violent Suicide Tournament, some two weeks ago. Jane, well, she wasn't looking to happy, probably hung over.] [The mood instantly lightened as "Blue" by Eiffel 65 began to pump through the speakers. The entire parking lot began dancing as Blue Collar PA came out dancing up a storm. Even Jeffery Watts came out with a bit of a dance. The two quickly slid into the ring and began dancing on the turnbuckles. Neither heel left the ring but instead stared at the two dancing fools.] [Finally the faces dropped down and started the match with PA and Cory starting it all off. Reznor quickly wrenched into the armringer but Blue Collar rolled forward and spun the move in on him. Cory broke the hold and elbowed him hard in the stomach and went for the side russian leg sweep, but PA blocked and sent Reznor over with a deep arm drag. Cory bounced back up and got a second dose of the arm drag followed by a hip toss. Reznor bounced up on the third move and tagged in Jane, he had just practically killed himself the week before and he wasn't going to be taking these silly bumps.] [Jane entered the match and PA back stepped to let in Watts. Jeffery offered to lock up with Jane and the submission expert just laughed before kicking him in the gut and opening him up with hammer like strikes to the back. She motioned for the DDT but Watts shoved her away and into the ropes. Jane bounced back and drop kicked Jeffery in the knee, taking him down to the other. She quickly went for a standing choke but Watts shoved her away again, there was no way he was going to hit a woman. She bounced back and Watts ducked around and hit her with a swinging neck breaker.] [Watts went for the tag into PA but Reznor blatantly enters the match and takes Jeffery down with a bulldog. The referee tries to escort him out of the ring but gets shoved for his troubles. Blue Collar PA quickly enters the ring and begins teeing off on Reznor. Jane spun the masked man around and began the attack on him. The referee almost called for the bell but decided not to, let the idiots beat the hell out of each other.] [Reznor and Jane went to town on Blue Collar PA in the corner until Watts came back into the fray spinning Cory around and clotheslining the two over the top rope and to the outside. Jane continued the assault on PA but the crowd began to stomp and chant giving the working class hero the strength to bust out of the corner and whip Jane off into the ropes. She bounced back and PA hit an exploder suplex out of no where. Instantly he went for the pin, 1....2.....3!] Winner via What Blue Can Do For You Exploder: Blue Collar PA and Jeffery Watts [Reznor attempted to enter the ring again but stop at the three count and went to the back to lick his wounds.] --------------- [Right after the win Blue Collar PA grabs a microphone and the crowd pops. Anytime the man in the mask speaks recently the crowd has been hanging on to every word. This is a guy who has danced in thumbtacks, and took a cactus to the back. He’s been beat to hell for this company, wrestled four matches in one night. You don’t get a better work ethic then this guy.] [Blue uses his hand to quiet the crowd as sweat drips from his body. Watts gives the Man in the Mask a little room to work with as he stands in one of the corners.] Blue Collar PA: I think I’ve been patient enough. I think I’ve waited long enough, the fans want to see it and I want to deliver it. So I’m laying it out there for the whole world to see... [The fans are on the edges of their seats although they know what’s coming next...they still want Blue to say it.] Blue Collar PA: BOSTON!!! [The crowd hisses and boos.] Blue Collar PA: I want my shot at that title again. This time there won’t be any one else in the ring, I won’t have to fight the entire roster. This time I won’t pass out Boston. You think you’re the best around why don’t you man up and show the world that you are...unless of course you’re afraid of a real challenge. Ever since you won that title Boston you haven’t done a lot with it. Let this be your first real test. Blue Collar PA, the challenger vs. Boston Bancroft the champion. We’ll see who’s better then who. Don’t you guys wanna see that?! [The crowd pops like you wouldn’t believe. If there was ever a guy over it was Blue Collar PA.] Blue Collar PA: So what do you say Boston...you feeling froggy? [He drops the microphone and that is that.] [And judging from Boston's words earlier in the evening, this shit was going to happen, whether Thomas Bloodgood wanted it or not.] ---------------
MAIN EVENT [Main Event time.] ["Dead Bodies Everywhere" by Korn began to playing. Violent Suicide Winner, Jak Nemesis slowly came out from the back, he looked over the crowd, lightly bandaged from the massacre that he championed over. Tonight would be another fight, just with out glass, barbed wire and a crazy cage.] [As he entered the ring, "Night Prowler" began to pump through the parking lot, probably keeping up more people in the apartment complex in the back. The crowd didn't care and neither did Boston as he stepped out from behind the plastic sheets and thankfully with out any literature either. He unstrapped the beat up Campeonato De La Raza belt and placed it on his shoulder, making sure to avoid the crowd the best he could as he walked down the aisle to the ring.] [But Jak quickly took it to the champion by vaulting himself over the top rope with a suicide palancha. The two spilled back towards the entrance, Nemesis was the first up and shot Boston into the ring apron and then into the steel ring post. Jak grabbed him for another shot but Boston had other plans and elbowed the death match winner in the gut before shooting him into the steel steps. Boston pushed Jak into the ring and rolled in after him. The referee called for the bell.] [Jak quickly got to his feet and began stomping Bancroft before he could get back to his feet. Boston rolled defensively and laid in the jabs gaining his vertical base. However Nemesis wasn't buckling under the brawling and the two traded blows until Jak ended the punches with a knee to the gut and a quick gutwrench suplex. He went for the pin but the champion lifted the shoulder at two and was lifted up for another suplex. But Boston blocked and reversed into a vertical suplex. He flowed over the cover but before the referee began to count Boston slipped his forearm across Jak's throat and held it there until the four count. Bancroft laid in a few punches before hoisting Nemesis up for a failed backbreaker, which Jak broke free of.] [Bancroft took a swing at Nemesis but he ducked and Jak went for the "Jakmission" however, Boston felt the arm go under and reeled back with a back headbutt, effectively stopping Nemesis and back into the corner. Boston spun around and went for a shoulder block but Jak moved out of the way and unloaded with a series of open hand and knife edge chops. Nemesis attempted to work him out of the corner with a DDT but Bancroft reversed and forced Jak back into the corner for a series of chops of his own. Boston lifted Nemesis onto the top rope and followed him up, looking for a superplex of some sort, but Jak fought him off with closed fists and even going as far to bite Boston's forehead before shoving him down to the ring level.] [With out even taunting the crowd or hyping the move, Nemesis tossed himself off the top rope with his version of the moonsault. It almost looked like Boston tried to avoid the hit but the attempt was in vain as Jak crashed on top of him and scrambled for the pin.] [Campeonato De La Raza on the line.... 1.....2.....3] [No! Boston kicked out last second, much to the dismay of the crowd and Nemesis.] [Jak pounded the ring and then began unloading shots on Boston, attempting to open up the champion. But Bancroft wasn't going to take it idly and began to fight back with the brawler with closed fists of his own. The traded punches until Boston took the advantage with a heavy right. He bounced into the ropes but Nemesis caught him on the bounce back with a hard powerslam. The pin only awarded him a two count as Boston lifted the shoulder before the three.] [Nemesis scooped him up and bridged both of his arms looking for "The Euthanasia" but Boston broke the hold and took him down with a double leg sweep. He stepped through for the sharpshooter but Jak twisted and blocked. Boston stopped and twisted him over for a single leg boston crab and wrenched back. Jak dragged himself to the bottom rope and grabbed hold. The referee counted the hold but Boston dragged Jak back to the center of the ring and quickly locked in The Boston Massacre.] [Jak struggled for the ropes but with both of his arms held back in the elevated camel clutch it was damn near impossible] [And it was, the referee called for the end of the match.] Winner via Boston Massacre and still Campeonato De La Raza: Boston Bancroft [Boston dropped the hold and held his championship up for the audience to see. Oddly enough they began to cheer, but not because of Bancroft. Blue Collar PA was at the entrance and stared at Boston. The two traded looks as the broadcast ended.] [SSB Distressed Logo]
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