![]() Semi-Finals Words couldn't describe the buzz inside the Neonopolis. The rabid Las Vegas fans had packed the "venue" to the proverbial gills, everyone who had missed out on Night One were both cursing themselves for it and congratulating each other making it out for the second night. Violence was on the menu, and everyone from the fifty or so people lucky enough to score chairs in the two rows around the ring to the few hundred who had jam-packed the general admission areas of both the floor and the balcony were starving for it. And they would leave satiated, have no doubts about that. Angus Skaaland, the mastermind behind this whole fiasco, had himself a makeshift announce position in the balcony. I say makeshift because it's a table, a chair, and a headset. Wires run every which direction possible, and rabid, drunken fans mill about all around him. Right about now he's wishing he had remembered to get himself a monitor. Whatever, it's Showtime, and he's the one to start the show. "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELCOME FIGHT FANS!!!" RAAAAAAAAAAH!!! "TO NIGHT TWO OF THE VIOLENT SUICIDE TOURNAMENT!" RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Predictably, everyone in attendance went apeshit at the official start of the show. Sure, Blue Collar PA had been conducting Dance Parties in the Neonopolis since noon, and sure, Robert Divine, Cory Reznor, and Curtis Penn had been seen in the crowd signing autographs, but most of them had been waiting for several hours for the show to start. "If you thought last night was insane, you faggots ain't seen a god damned thing yet!" Another raucous chorus of cheers permeates the Neonopolis. "Now, before we get this whole deal going, we've got some words from a couple of the guys lucky enough to have not had to stay in the hospital and miss tonight's event! [“Blue” by Effiel 65 beings to play over the public address system. The fans all stand knowing fully well what is about to happen. The lights bounce in time to the music and out from behind the curtain steps Blue Collar PA. The fans cheer him and dance to the music as he slaps high fives heading to the ring. He is showing the affects of the first day of the Violent Suicide Tournament with a visible limp and more than a few cuts and abrasions. He is wearing a blue and white tie-dyed t-shirt, the same design that has been selling well off line and at SSB Shows.] [He slides chest first into the ring and takes out a microphone from his back pocket as the crowd slowly quiets down.] Blue Collar PA: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, welcome one and welcome all. [The crowd pops.] Blue Collar PA: Tonight you are all guests in Silver State Battleground and we’re determined to bring you the best we can, whether it’s tonight, next week, next month or even next year. [The crowd pops again. He has them eating out of the palm of his hands. He smiles and nods his head, the crowd again hushes.] Blue Collar PA: I’m out here tonight not only to kick off the party right, but to get some things off my chest as well. [Blue paces a little bit and takes his time. After a few seconds of collecting his thoughts he speaks.] Blue Collar PA: There are some people in the wrestling world who would like to question my drive, and that’s fine. Some people out there would like to question my commitment, that’s fine too. There are even some people out there who would like to say that I’m a joke, that I’ll never be taken serious, and that’s fine as well. However for someone to tell me that I don’t give a hundred and ten percent every time out... well that’s just flat out wrong. [The fans boo slightly, they know he is referring to the King of Kings Boston Bancroft. He might be the darkest member of the SSB roster, but that doesn’t mean he’s the best, or the funniest, or the most hardworking. Most of those distinctions belong to the Blue Man. A fan holds up a sign that says, “Blue Man Groupie”. Blue points to it.] Blue Collar PA: Look Boston, it’s not secret I’m talking about you so let’s get right to it. I don’t care what you say, or what you do. You have your first amendment rights and I have mine. You wanna call me a jack ass, knock yourself out. You wanna say I’m a joke, go ahead! You will not get in my way though. You will not slow me down at all. I’m coming back for a title rematch...excuse the pen, but come hell or highwater! [The crowd is on their feet cheering. They wanna see the two of them go again, one more time. Even if it means here tonight. That’s how excited they are!] Blue Collar PA: You see Boston I never blurred the line. I never double crossed anyone. I always was the kid who played by the rules, right or wrong that’s how I am. You on the other hand you blur the lines, you double and triple cross people, you don’t play by the rules. I think a big part of your success is that no one has stood up to you yet, you big bully. Well guess what you’ve never come face to mask with me before. I’ll fight your fire with some other fire. I’ll show you a thing or two. You think that I’m a joke now, that I’m annoying, that you can just laugh me off. I’ll annoy the living crap out of you, and then when you’re finished with that, I’ll beat you the ring. It’ll be the final annoyance. You see Boston, the people want it...and I want it. You, you don’t really matter. Am I right folks!? [The crowd yells louder then ever before as Blue shakes his head up and down.] Blue Collar PA: Actually we’ll see if you can make it through tonight Boston, because tonight, tonight...there’s only you tonight. [There is an uneasiness as the crowd tries to take meaning from his last set of statements. Blue smiles and brings the mic to his lips.] Blue Collar PA: Now that all that serious stuff is out of the way... Just Dance. [Blue drops the mic as Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” begins to play. Blue starts dancing and the crowd does as well. Blue moonwalks his way to the back.] Penn: Las Vegas hasn’t been too bad for me. [Curtis has a few new cuts, notches, and gashes from his legs all the way to his face. Out of the two matches he’s had in the Violent Suicide Tournament his stiffest challenge was waking up and getting his gear on for Night Two.] Penn: A couple of fights, a trip to the money window… TWICE… and a night in the penthouse of whichever casino I stayed in last night. [His fingers trace a few of the stitches that run along his hand and forearm, he spent a good deal of his night being sewn up like an afghan before he walked back to his room. Luckily for him the VST had a few guys staffed for just the occasion if a fighter was on too big of a “high” during the tournament. There was no need for another FDJ accident to happen.] Penn: I might not look like it, but I kicked some serious ass last night in the tournament. I’m Hell-bent on showing these people that you do not fuck with Curtis Penn, no way… no how! Look at Brian Fisher’s hand, look at AV’s neck, does it look like I’m playing around here? [Despite the pain he should be in he pushes forward a small smile.] Penn: This was tailor-made for me. I’m the brutal bruiser who just wants to bust your face in and these guys believe that a few thumbtacks and light bulbs are going to stop me? [A short pause.] Penn: Bitch Please! Penn: Bring on round three and the Santa’s merry band of brutality. AoD and Robby Devine really have no idea to the lengths that I’m willing to go through in order to bring this puppy home. And they two will understand what Fisher and AV are going through, the pain of having their egos ripped from them like wings off of a fly, and just the shear disappointment that their trip to Sin City will end up with a long stay in the infirmary. Penn: You have better odd at winning Roulette than beating me in the VST, you have better luck winning the World Title than beating me in a match where I can use any means necessary to win. My holds are legal, my chokes are legal, and all of my strikes are legal, the WWA has only seen the watered down version of Curtis Penn. Imagine, for a second, my right foot stomping on your skull until I hear the brain matter turn to fluid. I can do it…I will do it… And you’ll be another worthless wrestler in the end. Penn: When it’s boiled all the way down, and there are only four of us left to rip each other apart, the others will see it in my eyes and know that I’ve put every man that I’ve faced on the shelf. And they‘ll have to admit that they‘re afraid to stand toe-to-toe in -any- ring with me. Penn: At the end of Night Two you’re going to call me the King of the Deathmatch and the next Double Crown Champion. [Fade.] Back to Angus. "Psshaw." He smirks. "That is to say, fuck that dude. I hope he dies in the ring. Twice." Angus can't help but shake his head. "Whatever. It's time to bring the fight, and I can think of no better way than with our very first semi-final matchup of the evening, the SAW Deathmatch." Oh yeah, they crowd loves it. "There's friggin' shaving razors out there by the dozens, these guys are about to kill each other." Brian Fisher versus Umaga Reihana versus Jak Nemesis ~~~ Fisher's music hit, and the former WWA World Heavyweight Champ came out, to the high-energy, electronic-industrial tunes of "Megalomaniac". With KMFDM blaring, Fisher grabbed up a pair of light tubes from the pile o' plunder at the edge of the ring, and headed in, avoiding the trough full of syringes and the razorblade boards. They were wicked-looking things, and he'd rather not be the first person into them... Fisher swung his two light tubes, wincing slightly as the sore cuts and bumps from the previous round were strained by his movements. He couldn't wait for that adrenaline to begin pumping... Umaga came out to "Machine Gun", by Portishead, forearms wrapped in barbed wire. He stared coldly at Fisher for a minute, before heading straight to the ring, walking over one of the razorblade boards without a care in the world. He climbed into the ring, arms held a bit stiffly, and pointed to Fisher, before drawing a thumb across his throat, the barbed wire cutting a line across his chin. Fisher smirked, unimpressed, and the two men began to circle one another, brandishing their chosen weapons. "Dead Bodies Everywhere" hit, and Jak Nemesis came running out from the back, a big wiffleball bat in hand... but it was studded with razorblades, the sharp shards of metal set into the plastic! He dove into the ring, Korn blaring behind him, and both Fisher and Reihana came after him, stomping away! As Nemesis struggled to his feet, Fisher busted a lighttube over his head, and Reihana hammered Nemesis in the face with that barbed wire-wrapped arm, a sloppy clothesline taking Nemesis out of the ring. Fisher turned, and received a knife-edged chop from the South Pacific Lion, chest gashed by that glittering wire. Another chop sent Fisher back, and Reihana spun, hammering Fisher with a spinning backfist, and then took Fisher down with a low tackle. Reihana began to hammer barby fists into Fisher's face, no technical aim behind these, but just simple violent brutality. It was hard to aim a punch, when you had your arms wrapped up in barbed wire. Nemesis slid back into the ring, picking up that razor-studded bat. As Reihana rose off of Fisher, Nemesis came in, and swung for the rafters! Reihana took a solid hit to the back, his backmeat gashed open by those razor-sharp... razors! Reihana turned, eyes wide, and Nemesis brought the bat down on Reihana's forehead! Reihana staggered back, blood beginning to gush, and Nemesis hammered a boot into Reihana's stomach, then dropped Umaga with a DDT! The Unholy Assassin would begin to stomp at that barbed wire, driving it into Reihana's arms. As Fisher rose, Nemesis grabbed ahold of some of that barbed wire, put a foot on Reihana's shoulder, and began to yank on the wire, ripping it into the flesh of the Pacific Islander. The wrapping began to loosen, and Nemesis even pulled a strand free... But Fisher had set up a steel chair with razorblades fastened to it, and as Nemesis straightened, Fisher came up behind, hooked the arms for a full nelson, and tossed Nemesis overhead, into the chair with a Dragon Suplex! Fisher stomped Reihana's head, then kicked Nemesis out of the ring, blood smearing on the mat from the gashes cut into Nemesis' shoulders. He grabbed up his other light tube, and followed Nemesis to the floor. As Jak stumbled to his feet, grabbing the guardrails to get his stance, Fisher blasted that light tube across the back of Jak! He grabbed Jak by the hair, and leaned him back, jabbing that broken light tube end into the other man's forehead, stabbing and grinding it into Jak's forehead, before smashing what was left over the other wrestler's face. Wincing, Fisher tucked his hand under his arm, blood beginning to seep from the puncture wound... As Fisher was concerned over re-opening his worst wound so far, Reihana came out to the floor, and smacked Fisher in the back with that dented chair, the one Fisher had brought into the match. Another chairshot sent Fisher to his knees, blood streaming from the wounds, and Reihana pressed the chair to Fisher's forehead. He began to grind it back and forth, going with the blades, and Fisher ended up with three lines of deep, deep cuts! Turning, Reihana hauled off and cracked Nemesis in the head with the chair, sending Jak snapping down to the ringside floor. Reihana smacked Fisher with the chair once more, before finally pulling the barbed wire off one of his arms, wrapping it around Fisher's neck and face, and choking him with it. Fisher howled and tried to keep from strangling, but eventually Reihana just let go. He threw the barbed wire down, and headed over to the pile of plundah, before lighting upon a table covered with razorblades. He grinned, and dragged it over to the ring... Only for a bloody Jak to smack Reihana in the face with the razor-bat! Reihana dropped the table... Right on his foot, and gave a cry of pain! Jak hit Reihana again and again with the bat, until Reihana fell to a seated position. Grabbing the table, Jak flipped it, so it was laying across Reihana's head, and he dragged it forward, off of the South Seas Lion! Reihana let out a bellow of pain, but Jak ignored him, and lifted the table onto the ring apron, then laid the other end on the guardrail. Grinning, Jak headed over to the trough of syringes, and grabbed up the scoop shovel used to load them in. He scooped up a shovelful, and spread them across the top of the razor-table. Turning, Jak ducked a right hand from Fisher, then jabbed him in the stomach with the wooden end of the shovel. As Fisher doubled over, Jak hauled off and cracked the shovel's length in half over Fisher's back! With the former WWA champ crashed to the ground, Jak headed for Reihana, grabbing up a few of those syringes on the way. With Reihana coming to his feet, getting woozy from the amount of blood lost, Jak smirked and hammered a boot into his stomach, then took one of those syringes, and stabbed it right through Reihana's forehead! Jak stabbed the second and third syringe through, piercing Reihana's forehead for him, before hammering a boot into the stomach, and dropping Umaga with a DDT! The nearby fans began to chant "YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!", as Jak stood, and headed for the trough of syringes once more. Grabbing a handful, he headed over to the fallen Fisher, who was still trying to get his wind after that shovel was broken across his back. Grabbing a handful of hair, Jak pinched Fisher's ear, then stabbed a syringe right through it, kindly piercing Fisher's ear for him! An elbow to the crown of the skull, and Jak grabbed up that already-wounded hand... And shoved a syringe into the hole! He began to pull back on the plunger, drawing out a few milliliters of blood, and squirted them right into Fisher's own eyes! The Unholy Assassin rose to his feet, dropping the syringes left, and headed on over to where Reihana was crawling... A hammerblow forearm to the back, but Reihana rose swiftly, grabbing Jak's thighs and lifting with his knees... And Jak was back body dropped... Into the trough of syringes! Jak bounced back to his feet as soon as he landed, howling in pain as he tumbled out of the trough, syringes stuck all the way into his thighs and back and arms! Reihana grabbed up one of the steel chairs nearby, and as Jak turned, Reihana threw it at Jak, cracking him in the skull! Umaga grabbed Jak and rolled him back into the ring, sliding a razorblade chair into the ring after him... Climbing back in, Umaga finally got back into the ring, making this a for-reals match once again! Umaga set the chair up in the ring corner, wedged between the top rope and the middle rope... As he turned, Jak was back on his feet, and threw a brutal right hand... Umaga fired back with one of his own, and the two traded blow, until Fisher climbed into the ring, a STOP SIGN covered with thumbtacks in hand! Jak leapt, and dropkicked Umaga into the corner, to smash his back into the razorblade chair! Jak turned, and caught a thumbtack sign to the face, sending him staggering away... And Fisher held that sign in front of him and charged, smashing Jak in the chest with the tacks, smashing Reihana into the razorblade chair! Fisher let the two men drop, both Nemesis and Reihana howling in pain from their particular impalements! Brian went for a pin on Nemesis, but Jak kicked out at two, so Fisher tossed that thumbtack sign onto the mat, then headed out of the ring, picking up a razorblade board and sliding that into the ring. He even went over to where a number of ladders were being stored, and dragged it over to set it up next to one of the ringposts... But as Fisher went to go back into the ring to set up Reihana or Nemesis, Reihana took up a piece of light tube, and smashed it across Fisher's face. Reihana picked up that stop sign, and gave Fisher a good whack with it, before scooping him up and seating him on the top rope, facing away from the ring. The thumbtack sign and the razorblade board were set up on the ring, where Fisher would fall, and Reihana hopped out of the ring, to clamber up the opposite side of the ladder. Balancing precariously on the top stop, Reihana went to leap off, going for a seated splash or a double stomp or something, but the ladder slipped, Reihana's leg got caught, and then bent painfully! Reihana hung from the top of the ladder, howling in agony, caught with his leg in the top of the ladder, and as Nemesis slid out of the ring, Fisher hopped to his feet and hooked Reihana... Turning, Fisher pulled Reihana free, and leapt from the top rope, coming off with a super Michinoku driver, RIGHT onto the razorblade board and thumbtack sign! The ref dove in, but Fisher easily pinned Reihana. PINFALL: BRIAN FISHER PINS UMAGA REIHANA AT 15:02 Fisher rose to his feet, but Nemesis slid in from behind, a bundle of light tubes in his arms... As Fisher turned, Nemesis hauled off and BASHED the former WWA champ across the face, glass and fluorescent light tube insides exploding in every direction! Throwing the half of the light tubes he had left down, Nemesis pointed out into the crowd and said something to someone, before he hooked Fisher's arms in a double chickenwing, pulling Fisher to his feet. Turning away, Nemesis popped the hips and butterfly suplexed Fisher, bringing him down backfirst onto the bundle of light tubes! Nemesis went for a pin, but Fisher kicked out at two. Nemesis came to his feet, looking around for something to inspire him... And he pointed to the syringe-covered razor-table, a grin on his lips. He lifted Fisher, and stuffed the head, pulling his thumb across his throat. He bent, and waistlocked Fisher, wanting a powerbomb, but Fisher rose, hooking a leg an the head! Nemesis thrashed, but Fisher sat out with a Schwein, slamming Nemesis head-and-shouldersfirst into that thumbtack-covered sign! Fisher grabbed ahold of Jak's arms, and began to drag the shorter man across the ring, ripping him off that thumbtack sign and dragging him through the mess of broken light tube. Jak howled, and Fisher grinned,before he went to that steel chair covered in razorblades. He pulled it free of the ringropes, and placed it on top of Nemesis. Fisher pointed up with a smirk, and headed onto the top rope... But as he climbed, and balanced precariously up there, Nemesis rose to his feet... And threw the chair into Fisher's face! Fisher fell, landing jewels-first on the turnbuckle, and let out a cry of pain! Nemesis headed to the apron, and grabbed Fisher by the neck and the waistband, and tossed Fisher off the top rope, right into that trough full of syringes! The trough collapsed, syringes pouring out, and Fisher popped back to his feet, letting out a scream of pain, syringe-needles absolutely buried in his flesh! He fell to his hands and knees, and the ref came over, trying to help Fisher by pulling those dangerous needles out of him. Nemesis came over, and began to help as well, grinning as he pulled them out crooked, pushing them deeper before pulling them out, and in one case, even breaking a needle off! Fisher turned, a needle in hand, and jabbed it into Nemesis' forehead, then headbutted the brutal Unholy Assassin! As Nemesis reeled, Fisher grabbed another needle... And shoved it clean through Nemesis' nose, from one side of the nostrils to the other! Nemesis rose to his feet, eyes wide as blood gushed from his nose, but Fisher just came up and kicked Jak Nemesis in the balls. Fisher pulled the syringe out of Nemesis' nose, and rolled him into the ring, before sliding back in after him. Fisher popped up, looking tired and absolutely covered in blood, but with a wide Cheshire Cat grin on his lips. He hoisted Nemesis up, and stuffed the head... Flipping Nemesis up, he ran forward and tossed Jak out of the ring, and RIGHT through that table! Razorblades and syringes dug deep into Nemesis, who ended up a bloody heap on the floor, in the wreckage of the table. Fisher climbed out, and rolled Nemesis back in, before going for a cover... But NO! Nemesis kicked out at two! Fisher snarled, and rose to his feet, grabbing up that thumbtack sign, putting it down on the mat in a more central place. He scooped Nemesis up, and prepared for his spinning Tombstone finishing hold, but Nemesis slid down Fisher's back, and simply brought a forearm up, between Fisher's legs! Grabbing a nearby chair, Nemesis hauled off and cracked Fisher in the side of the head with it! Fisher fell onto the thumbtack sign, and Nemesis grinned. He quickly scaled onto the top rope, that chair still in hand, and leapt off, coming down with a double stomp onto the chair, onto Fisher, onto the sign! Sitting on Fisher's chest, Nemesis went for a cover... And got the three-count! PINFALL: BRIAN FISHER BY JAK NEMESIS AT 24:04 "Jesus FUCK!" Angus and a few bare-chested fans standing behind him were in awe at the level of violence in the opening match of Night two. Angus couldn't even begin to understand what the rest of the wrestlers would have to do to keep things to scale. "And Fisher was my guy for the Finals in the office pool!" Yeah, right. "And it's only gonna get worse..." Desert Rancher's Path of Fire Blue Collar PA versus Wally Renfield versus Corey Reznor ~~~ [The ring ropes were replaced with barbed wire and in each corner stood a mean looking vertical standing cactus, saguaro to be exact. In Arizona it's actually illegal to harm one of these cactuses but thank god we were in downtown Las Vegas in the neonopolis, with so many permits for unspeakable terrors that Thomas Bloodgood actually hired lawyers to work out the technicalities. Surrounding the ring were an assortment of barrel cactus, Indian Fig Opuntia cactus and a few Mexican Lime Cactus just for a little ethnic flare. Oh and don't forget the tables, already doused in lighter fluid waiting for someone to spark the match and burn someone alive.] [The three wrestlers made their way out and no man really wanted to be in the ring with so many different elements of danger, but they signed up for it and the fans weren't feeling sorry for them either. PA gave the crowd a little dance dead center of the ring but Reznor was not feeling the love for the masked blue man and quickly attempted to whip him into the wire, he put on the break and Renfield came in and attempted the same to Cory but he put on the breaks and replied with a hard clothesline. PA spun Reznor around and laid in punch after punch before sending him over with a wild hip toss. Reznor used the barbed wire to get back up and quickly avoided a splash attempt by Renfield, who landed rib first into the barbs. PA was quick to capitalize with a double axe handle and a german suplex ripping Wally off of the barbs. The second PA got to his feet however, Reznor shoved him into the corner right into the cactus. The working class hero let out a welp but Reznor refused to let up and tackled him deeper into cactus, driving what ever spines into his back and smashing the cactus apart.] [Reznor was in control of PA as he twisted Blue Collar PA's arm between the third and second rope. Stagehands attempted to cut the wire but Cory laid in the punches to them taking the wire cutters are proceeding to dig into PA's mask and into his forehead. Wally stood back in a bit of amusement and joined in on the Blue Collar beat down wrenching his other arm and allowing Reznor to really gouge at his forehead. In desperation PA mule kicked Renfield where the sun doesn't shine and rocked Cory with a punch with his free arm and a toe kick causing Reznor to double over. PA freed his arm, inspected the damage before putting the boots to Cory under the ropes. Cory attempted to escape the confides of the ring but his shirt caught onto the barbs and PA pulled him into the ring shooting him back first into the ropes. Blue Collar PA grabbed Wally and shot him into Reznor, digging the barbs in deeper. PA took a running start but Wally exploded out from his position, unharmed by the last attack and dropped the working class hero with a vicious powerslam. ] [Wally pulled PA out of the ring and shot him into the barricade. He stumbled out of the steel guard rail and Renfield arm dragged Blue Collar PA into a squared off partisan of the cactuses! PA quickly rolled out of the cactus and was met by another flurry of punches from Wally, he blocked and shot Renfield towards the barricade but jerked him back in for a flapjack into the cactuses. The crowd went crazy as the man fell face first into Mexican Lime Cactus, the medics were going to have fun removing those spines from his face. PA went to grab Wally and pull him out of the cactuses but Cory Reznor sent the working class hero into the steel guard rail with a baseball slide. With PA bent over the rail and Renfield stuck in the cactuses Reznor slide a fresh table into the ring and began dousing it with lighter fluid propped up in the corner. He slid out of the ring and brought PA back into the ring forcing the masked man into the ropes again before lightning the table on fire. Cory shot him towards the table but PA dug his heels in and twisted Reznor into the blazing table.] [PA fell to his knees as Cory shook in convulsions as the table and cactus began to smoke up the general area. Before Blue Collar PA could take the advantage and cover the smoldering Reznor, Renfield re-entered the match and shattered a pot across his head. Wally forced PA into the barbed wire, twisting either arm into the barbs, making sure there was no way PA would escape this next time. From the other side he cut a strand of the barbed wire off and promptly began whipping the working class hero with out mercy. PA tried getting out of the wires but there was no escape. Half the crowd cheered for the carnage and the other half gave Wally hell for beating down their dancing blue man. Renfield egged the crowd on before drop kicking PA in the chest just ripping his arms up with the added pressure. Wally wrapped the barbwire around his fist and laid in the punches. Blood dripped from the holes in PA's mask, he looked lifeless but somehow managed to stand. ] [Reznor slowly stirred, blistered from the heat and bloodied from the barbed wire and cactus. He got back to his feel but Renfield sent him back down with the barbed wire fist. Wally released PA from the ropes and he hit the canvas. Renfield hoisted up PA and tossed him over the ropes and into an undisturbed cactus patch. The diehard fans were chanting like crazy as Renfield almost reluctantly went for the lateral press in the cactuses. The referee was smarter and used the apron side to count the pin.] BLUE COLLAR PA IS ELIMINATED [A few medical staff members rushed out to pull Blue Collar out to the back to get cleaned up and out of the cactus chaos as Renfield rolled back into the ring and met Reznor with a few more punches from his barbed wire fist. However on the third shot Cory hammered his forearm into his groin and dropped Wally across the top wire. Reznor scurried across the ring and grabbed a cactus still intact and proceeded to ram it into Wally's gut as he twisted around to confront Cory.] [He dropped the cactus and began grinding Renfield's forehead across the barbed wire. Wally elbowed him in the stomach and sent him down with a side russian leg sweep. Renfield unwrapped the barbed wire from his hand and began to choke out Reznor with the wire. Cory gagged and choked under the pressure but he fought off the strangle wire and Wally began digging the wire into Cory's forehead but after a few shots from Reznor he abandoned the tactic and shot him into the wire. Cory put on the brakes and super kicked Wally right in the mouth sending him down hard.] [Cory fell to his knees and grabbed the other table and set it up for another fiery spectacle. Reznor rolled back into the ring and dropped a knee across Wally's forehead. Cory tossed a pack of lit matches onto the table and it went ablaze and then he proceeded to toss Renfield over the top rope and into the fiery table. The crowd went insane as Wally fell through the table and went into the convulsions to follow. Reznor went for the pin.] WALLY RENFIELD IS ELIMINATED Winner and Advancing to the finals: CORY REZNOR Santa's Workshop of Death Angel of Death versus Robert Divine versus Curtis Penn ~~~ Angel of Death stands in the middle of the ring, awaiting his two opponents. The ring has been surrounded by lit red and green light tubes as well as glass pane of random Christmas-like decorations covered in Christmas lights. Angel of Death, carefully analyzing the surroundings of the ring, immediately shifts his attention to the ramp when “Juggernaut” by Cave In echoes from the PA. The fans cheer as Robert Divine, with a Santa sack, runs into the ring. Angel of Death keeps glaring at him, watching Divine’s every move. After Robert Divine places the sack in the corner of the ring, “Breakdown” by Seether plays, as the fans cheer once again for the former WWA Tag Team champion, Curtis Penn. Penn slides into the ring, and is immediately stomped on the head by Angel of Death. Angel of Death must have forgotten this was a triple threat match as Robert Divine shoves him, nearly making him fall out of the ring if he hadn’t cling to the middle rope. Curtis Penn is back to his feet and open hand chops Robert Divine. Curtis Penn hits another chop, followed by a third, and ends his combo with a high angle reverse roundhouse kick to the back of the head of Robert Divine. Penn gets the cover. 1… Oh, come on, it’s too early for that as Divine gets the shoulder up very quickly. Angel of Death is sick of the match being no different than a standard match thus far and grabs a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire from the Santa sack. He swings and nails Curtis Penn in the head. Just as he shouts “HOME RUN”, Robert Divine gets a spinning roundhouse kick on Angel of Death. Divine gets the bat and starts to choke Angel of Death with it, cutting Angel all over the place with it. Curtis Penn, who is dripping a moderate amount of blood stirs a little bit and starts to get back on his feet before stumbling again. Angel of Death finally fights off Divine with a kick to the groin. Angel of Death rolls up Robert Divine. 1… 2… Kickout at the count of two. The only man not bleeding, Divine, gets back to his feet first, first stomping on the back of a rising Penn to put him back on the ground, and the elbow drops Angel of Death…or at least he tried to until Angel of Death blocks it with the barbed wire bat. Angel of Death gets back on his feet and picks up the bat, hitting Robert Divine in the back with it, cutting him all over the place. Curtis Penn gets back to his feet and dropkicks Angel of Death, knocking that deadly bat out of his hand. Penn, who is finally back to his senses after that bat knocked him silly in the head, possible concussion, rolls out of the ring and the returns with a Christmas tree wrapped in the barbed wire. Divine is getting back to his feet as is Angel of Death. Robert Divine kicks Angel of Death and hits a DDT right when Angel of Death was thinking about picking up the bat again. Cover by Divine. 1… 2… So close! Angel of Death gets up at the count of two. Divine grabs the bat and Penn finally maneuvered into the ring with the wrapped Christmas tree. They both look at each other and nod, waiting for Angel of Death to stumble back to his feet. As soon as Angel of Death gets to his feet, he is sandwiched by the Christmas tree and bat, both covered in the barbed wire. Angel of Death is cut nearly on every inch of his body. Penn gets the cover, but Divine had a better idea when he pulls Penn off Angel of Death by the foot and drops the seven foot tree on top of Penn. Divine picks up Angel of Death and limply places him into the southeast corner of the ring. After a couple of punches, Divine places him on the top turnbuckle, eyeing the light tubes down below. Curtis Penn finally gets the tree off of him, with a few new places for blood to seep from his body, and school boys Robert Divine. 1… 2… Divine kicks out at two. Divine gets to his feet first and hits a snap suplex on Penn into the Christmas tree. Robert drops to one knee from using that much strength after losing at least a pint of blood. Nonetheless, Divine gets back on two feet, followed by Penn…did we forget someone? Angel of Death leaps from the top rope and hits a flying crossbody on Curtis Penn. Angel of Death gets back to his feet and starts running at Robert Divine, who ducks and flips Angel of Death out of the ring, through a snowman window pane and into the light tubes!! Angel of Death lays motionless outside of the ring, wrapped in some Christmas lights and in a pool of his own blood. Divine rolls out of the ring to retrieve Angel of Death, carrying his limp body back into the ring and getting the cover. 1… 2… Three. Paramedics quickly get to the ring to retrieve Angel of Death as he hasn’t shown any signs of life since flying out of the ring. Angel of Death is eliminated by Robert Divine @ 17:38 Curtis Penn gets back up, seeing that that it’s between him and Divine. The former Tag champ grabs the bat and swings, but the bat is caught by the Christmas lights that Divine had grabbed from Angel of Death. Divine kicks Penn in the gut and tries to throw Penn out the ring. Penn, not wanting to live the same fate as Angel of Death, grabs the bottom rope and slides back into the ring. Divine is turned around, expecting Penn to have fallen to a light tube death, trying to catch his breath when he is nailed in the back with the Christmas tree. That had to sting! Penn with the cover on Divine. 1… 2… TH…wow! Kickout by Divine. Divine, showing his will to stay in the game, rolls his shoulder some how off the mat. Divine is slow to get to his feet, blood covering most of his body, especially his back. Curtis Penn isn’t looking too hot as well, losing roughly the same amount of blood with a possible concussion from early on in the match. Curtis Penn has Divine in a headlock, giving him several knees to the chest before delivering a double arm DDT to Robert. Curtis Penn lifts up Divine again, but Divine picked up something on the way up. Divine clobbers the young man from Pensacola, Florida in the head with the baseball bat. If he didn’t have a concussion before, he does now. Divine wraps the arms of the stumbling former tag champ into a straight jacket form and hits is deadly finisher, Mason City Crunch…which also has Penn fly out the ring, into a reindeer glass pane that didn’t want to bust. Penn is out cold on the mat. Divine slides out the ring and covers Penn. 1… 2… THREE! The bell sounds as Robert Divine gets back on one knee calling for EMTs and paramedics for both he and Penn. Divine taps the out cold Curtis Penn on the chest and says “Good match”. The fans give a standing ovation to the two as they are escorted out by medical personnel. Winner: Robert Divine @ 24:32 Glass Shard Massacre Erik Cross versus Evan Hurley versus Ulfric ~~~ [A fresh set of barbed wire was strung around the ring, with so much bleeding and blood born disease it was the only sanitary thing to do. Ha --Who are we kidding? These men were bleeding into each other's wounds, if someone had HIV odds are everyone who made it past round one had got it too. The new wires was just another sadistic twist to the ultraviolence that was to be expected.] [And the three competitors made their way out from the back, hands wrapped in tape, dipped in glue and then dipped in glass. And in the spirit of the event, their knee pads were matching. To avoid the hassle of convincing the wrestlers to take off their boots, all the competitors came out barefoot. The referee called them all into the ring and the three tried their best to enter the ring with minimizing damage to their feet, but it became painfully obvious that there was no point in avoiding it. The bell sounded and the match was off.] [All three men circled the ring slowly, Hurley went for Cross but he moved out of the way. The canvas, already blood soaked from the previous night's competition was getting a new coat as the wrestlers continued to shuffle around opening up their feet. Ulric and Erik looked at one another and quickly double teamed Hurley into the corner and went to town with their glass covered fists. Evan fought back and soon all three men were bleeding like stuffed pigs. Crimson masked in the first three minutes of the bout.] [Cross and Ulfric quickly double clothes lined Hurley down to the ring and as he got back up, Evan was rocked with a punch from Erik and then one from Ulfric. Cross went for his and Hurley ducked making Erik miss the mark completely and received a vicious knee strike for his trouble. Ulfric came in for the save but accidentally connected with his former partner in the tournament.] [All alliances were off and the three men continued the blood bath freely exchanging punches ranging from the upper arms to their chests. Cross hit a back fist strike to Ulfric sending him to his knees, which would have been terribly painful if those pads weren't defensive as well as offensive. Ulfric tackled the two men into the broken glass and bottle caps and forced Erik's forehead against the barbed wire, tearing pieces of his forehead up.] [The spectacle turned a few of the spectators stomachs but there was no stopping the brawling action. Hurley went for a DDT on Ulfric but he quickly shoved Evan back and into the barbed wire. Cross came out of no where and hit Evan with a leg lariat tangling the two in the barbed wire and then out of it sending the two to the floor. Not wanting to miss the action Ulfric stepped around the barbed wire and leaped knee first into both men, causing all three of the men to further crash into the steel guard rail. Ulfric tossed Hurley back into the ring but as he came in Evan stomped Ulfric's body into the glass covered canvas. He pulled him up and delivered the DDT he wanted to achieve earlier, further digging shards of glass into his chest. "The Butcher" went for the pin but Cross rolled back into the ring and Hurley hit the double axe handle. The two fought back and forth until Evan suplexed Cross over but Erik quickly reversed, lands on the canvas and German suplex's the double crown champion across the ring and into the glass.] [Erik was quick and capitalize with a pin but the gloved referee only counted two before "The Butcher" kicked out. Cross and Hurley brawled up to their feet exchanging knife edge chops. Ulfric came in and the knife edge chops continued back and forth between all the men until Ulfric and Cross teamed up once again and both knocked the wind out of Hurley with a double knife edge chop. The two grabbed Evan and spiked him down with a double team powerbomb. Both men grabbed a leg and went for the pin.] EVAN HURLEY IS ELIMINATED [The two men realized the shared pin and something about it rubbed them the wrong way because immediately after the three count, the two were exchanging punches over Evan Hurley. The two locked up and traded knee strikes, some being blocked, some landing hard, but both men refused to give up the hold or be out done by one another. The hold was broken and Cross kicked in Ulfric's knee allowing him to grab him in a head lock and go to town with straight punches to the temple. But the blood from both men allows Ulfric to slip out and shove Cross into the barbed wire. Ulfric forces Erik's throat across the second rope and climbs on top of him using his full force to choke out Cross on the ropes. Erik gets his hands on the ropes and begins to push the two off of the ropes and ultimately falls backwards with Ulfric on his back in an explosion of glass from the shockwave.] [Cross hooks the leg but Ulfric kicks out from the messy pinning predicament. Erik hoists Ulfric up and whips him to the ropes where Ulfric lands back first. Cross follows in with another leg lariat but Ulfric catches him and spikes him down to the canvas. Most of the glass has finally either been embedded in any of the man or panned off the canvas and onto the floor level. Clean up was going to be a bitch for the SSB Mini-Card.] [Either way, Ulfric's pin attempt was about as fruitless as Cross' just a moment earlier. Ulfric wipes the blood from his eyes and brought Erik up to the seat position and continued with mounted punches. Erik elbowed the inside of Ulfric's leg causing him to stumble back. Cross got to his feet and drop kicked the same leg and Ulfric went down. Erik went for a big running knee strike but Ulfric blocked the attempt and spiked him down to the canvas.] [Knowing a spinebuster wouldn't keep him down, Ulfric hoists Erik up onto his shoulders and goes for a jumping fisherman buster. Ulfric falls on top of Cross and the referee counts the pin. But Erik kicked out. Ulfric pulled him up again and Cross punched him off and then takes him down with a death valley driver. But that doesn't keep Ulfric down. Erik and Ulfric get back up at the same time, exhausted and bloodied, but they go right back to swinging. Until Ulfric hits Cross with a wild knee strike and yet another fisherman buster. It was all over.] ERIK CROSS IS ELIMINATED "I'll say this..." Angus was shouting over the mass of fans who were just about crushing him to his table, things were getting out of hand both in the ring and out, but hell, when you decide to host a Deathmatch tournament, you kind of figure on things like this happeneing. "Anyone who doubts that Evan Hurley deserves to be the Double Crown champion can eat my dick. I may not exactly see eye to eye with the guy, but he's shown that he's nothing but tough in this tournament!" Those around The Man with the Mouth cheer their approval. "As for Ulfric and Erik Cross, I've heard a lot of people whispering about how neither one of them could still go when the violence was on overdrive, and I think those two former Champions proved the world wrong tonight. Hell, I heard Cross might even be considering a return to full time action..." Ha. It is to laugh, we all know better than that. "But either way, Ulfric is going on to the finals, and everyone else is going home! And speaking of the Final, it would appear that one of the participants, Robert Divine, has got something to say!" [The pain on Robert Divine’s face was obvious, as he tried to wipe the blood off of his forehead. He then calls for a microphone, raising his right arm, which was severely lacerated from the light tubes.] Divine: Merry Christmas, everyone! [The crowd roars back the greeting. Divine simply revealed a crimson red smile.] Divine: So this is what it feels like to be on the top of the world! I have fought the very best here in Las Vegas and I now find myself in the tournament finals of the most prestigious death match tournament in the entire nation. I only have a short time to rest, but I feel as if I can accomplish anything with this crowd behind me! [Dramatic pause.] Divine: I have not come this far to simply let this opportunity slip through my hands. I once was a very different man, a man who would have self-imploded before making it this far in the tournament. I now stand before you as a new man. Someone who will make a difference in the world of wrestling. Personally I don’t know the next time I’m going to have a chance like this, so in the tournament finals I vow to you… I will not stop fighting! And I will not be beaten! [The crowd let out a roar.] Divine: And I promise, I will show a side of VIOLENCE nobody has ever seen before! [Robert Divine spikes the microphone onto the canvas and staggers out of the ring. The crowd is clearly behind him as he readies himself for the tournament finals.] The Side Show Presented by Silver State Battleground ~~~ [The show had yet to begin...] [Until the quick inhale, and the powerful guitar riff hit the speakers. "Night Prowler" hit the speakers, the slow, dark-sounding song blasting through the packed outdoor area. AC/DC's wailing guitarwork, and soulful singing heralded the entrance of the newly crowned Campeonato de la Raza...] [The man walking through the entryway curtain, Boston Bancroft. That black baseball bat in one hand... No title belt around his waist. Boston grinned brightly as he walked past the rabid fans, many of them flipping him off. As he got to ringside, Boston hopped onto the ring apron, and spread his arms to both sides. His t-shirt depicted his own head, cast in bronze, and he was wearing his ring tights, the stylized lightning blasting down both legs.] [He turned, and climbed into the ring, over the top rope. A mike was handed to him, and his music slowly died off.] "Welcome, you bloodthirsty savages, to Silver State Battlefield's special Violent Suicide showcase show!" [Boos rained down.] "Now, I know you trailer trash losers are here to see people maim themselves with light tubes and other shit that'll kill them eventually, but in SSB... I rule this gotdamned roost. I do what I want, because I..." [A pause.] "Well, that's why I'm out here. You see, I felt that... after I choked that Blue Collar loser out, and won the match, there wasn't enough pomp and circumstance. There was no fanfare aside from my usual ring music, no esteemed guest to hand me my title, no streamers, no dancing girls... "But that's fine. If SSB wants to skimp on the pyro and shit, that's cool. I'll just have my own ceremony... Right here, right now." [Boston pointed to the back, and "Teardrop", by Massive Attack, hit the speakers that the SSB crew had lovingly set up. For those who didn't know, this would be the theme song used for the "House" TV series. The curtains parted, and a little old man walked out from the back, smiling, waving to the fans assembled.] [Unsuprisingly, most had no idea who the old Mexican man was. He had dressed up for the occasion, getting all dudded up in a purple silk shirt, and a pair of slacks, and he had a silk bag in his hand. From the weight of the bag, the title belt was probably in it.] [The old man headed down to the ring, waving and smiling, as the fans... Well, mostly sat on their hands. He placed the bag gently on the apron, and, with help from a stagehand, climbed onto the apron and rolled inside as the music died out.] [Boston lifted the mike.] "For those who don't know who this is, this is "El Médico", real name Javier Garcia. Back in 1982, he was the very first man to win the title that would eventually become my Campeonato de la Raza title. He fought 32 other luchadores, and won the title in what was seen as one of the greatest matches of the decade, in Mexico. "So for him, and everything he's done for this business, why don't you all give him a hand?" [The fans mostly began to clap, some cheering and whistling. Javier smiled brightly and waved to the crowd, before he bent, and scooped up the bag, pulling the old, worn belt out of the bag.] "I want you all to know that because of my deep respect for this title and everything it means, I specifically requested that the SSB not get the title remade into some all-flash, no substance piece of tin like White and Amethyst and Jackson parade around with. "This is the actual belt that was passed from champ to champ for the past twelve years, made after the previous title belt... and title holder were destroyed in a car accident. That's why I asked Javier to come to the show tonight, and present me with this belt. "It doesn't just represent the top belt of the SSB... It represents over 25 years of dreams, hard work, sweat and suffering poured into it by many, many luchadores." [Boston flipped the mike in his hand, and handed it to Javier. Javier placed the belt over his own shoulder with a smile, taking the microphone.] "As the first champion to hold this title..." [The guy wasn't doing too hot. His voice quavered, and shook.] "It is my great honor to present it to you, as the next man to hold this title. Defend it proudly." [Boston knelt, head bowing, and Javier laid the title belt over Boston's shoulder. Grinning, Boston rose, and took the belt in both hands, holding it over his head. He slowly turned, so that all could see, before he buckled the belt around his waist. He turned back to Javier, and took the microphone.] "Thank you, Mr. Garcia. It's an honor for you to give me this title, after I earned it by choking the life out of Blue Collar PA. And now that you've officially named me as the Campeonato de la Raza..." [Boston leaned in close to Javier.] "Get out of my ring." [Javier's smile vanished, as Boston got right up in his face. Javier looked down, cowed by Boston, and shuffled to the ring ropes. He slowly, painfully climbed out onto the apron, and began to lower himself off the apron, to the floor, a referee helping Javier down... Boston reached out with a foot, and shoved Javier right off the ring, to crash down at ringside, on top of the ref!] [The fans began to boo, with renewed vigor.] "Thank you, thank you. It's really an honor to get to hold this title. After all the hard work I put into winning it, I feel like I'm truly worthy to hold it. "Speaking of worthy... My opponent tonight, Jane Katze, is an unworthy piece of trash. After losing to me in our last fight, she's lost to Blue Collar PA, and from what I hear, gargled semen in a back alley to make ends meet. Hey, there's no shame in prostitution. "Not in this state. "But I have to ask, why does Jane get to be the first to challenge me? Does the management think I will lose to someone of Jane's caliber? Does management really want to get the girls to follow their little role model? Does the boss just want to shoot a load on Jane's tits? "It doesn't really matter. The important thing is that Jane did not earn a shot at this title. She's earned precisely nothing, since she returned to the ring. And I'm going to prove all over again that the SSB is MY company. I run this shit. "And anyone who steps out of line, claims to be better than me, and gets in my face is gonna get slapped down, starting with Miss Jane Katze. Now hit my music, so that some dumb garbage wrestler can make a quick buck mutilating him for a bunch of psychotic white trash." ["Night Prowler" hit once more, and Boston grinned, tossing the mike down with a burst of static. Title around his waist, he climbed onto the apron, fists raising skyward. Some people took pictures, but Boston Bancroft wasn't here for them. He was here for the thing around his waist, that 30 pounds of leather and gold, and he'd keep that belt, by hook or by crook.] [Boston headed to the back, deigning to let the show truly begin.] EXXXXXTREME HANDICAPPED MATCH Eric Dane versus The Superior Universe Chaos King Division [Dane was out in the ring, he took a deep sigh as Hear 'N Aid's "Stars" hit the PA system. And out came the entire SUCK division, minus Ultimo Madden due to his hospitalization due to the Violent Suicide Tournament. But they were all their; Chance Fantana, Comrade PANE, The Warsaw Pact, Mega-Reagan, The Zombie and wearing some nice shoes padded with medical gauze, Fappity. The six men circled the room and Eric walked to the middle of the ring unamused by the match set up by Ryan Blasier.] [Whatever, he was just going to brutalize them anyways.] [Fantana jumped on the apron and Dane rushed him off the apron and into the barricade. Warsaw attempted to slide into the ring but Eric stomped down on his head and thrusts him out of the ring in one fluid movement. Mega-Reagan managed to make it but Dane sent the former president half cyborg down with a sidewalk slam and a knee drop to the gut. The Zombie came in but Dane just blatantly ended up choking him to death.] [Can Zombies even die that way?] [It wasn't until PANE and Fappity both hit the ring that Dane was taken down and the boots were administered to the former world heavyweight champion. PANE went to town on him as Fappity prepared the cream. Eric Dane grabbed PANE's leg and slammed him down to the ground in an indescribable but very painful move. Dane set his sights on Fappity but the SUCK Champion hit him with "The Cream Of Fappity."] [...] [It was massively disgusting but...] [Dane no sold the move and dumped Fappity overhead with an absolutely disgustingly angled Exploder '98 that left Fappity's neck completely turned in the wrong direction. It was almost cartoonish. He bridged for the pin but as he did so the remaining five SUCK division "superstars" broke up the hold and dog piled Eric Dane, hoping to end the match and save themselves a trip to the hospital.] [The plan paid off.] Winner via dog pile: The SUCK Division! GOOD VERSUS EVIL - TAG TEAM FUN Jeffery Watts & B. Marquis versus De'Anton Maybon & Phoenix ["Creep" by Radiohead played and Maybon quickly came out snarling at the fans and playing up his heel routine. Phoenix did the more subtle heel interaction, ignoring the fans and just standing in the corner. B. Marquis came out much to fans pleasure and slapped hands with the fans.] [Marquis climbed into the ring and instantly Phoenix went on the attack opening up the crowd favorite with vicious knees and punches. Maybon joined in on the attack as the bell sounded. The two heels kept up the attack on Marquis with a double team suplex and a nasty DDT.] [Watts made his way out, looking sluggish for whatever reason and he too fell victim of the double team assault.] [Maybon began ordering Phoenix to assault Marquis in the corner and he did so. The two irish whipped the faces together and Maybon went for the quick pin.] [But Phoenix snatched Maybon off of Watts and spiked him down with the Eye of Ra. Phoenix pinned his own partner. The referee looked confused but counted the pin anyways.] Winner via The Eye of Ra: Phoenix. [The massive man looked over the fallen wrestlers and just shook his head before leaving.] [Evanescence’s “The Only One” begins to reverberate sluggishly through the jury-rigged sound system as Jane Katze approaches the ring. A few fans attempt to get high five’s from the lady as she goes along her way to the ring but she mostly ignores the entreaties, looking at one or two individuals with an expression of utter disdain.] [As soon as she enters the ring, a sound technician provides Jane with a microphone and then clears out, not sure if he’s about to be caught in some sort of crossfire.] “You people make me sick!” [Boo!] “No, seriously, you people make me sick to the very pit of my stomach!” [BOO!] “Each and every one of you came out here tonight to see some people tearing each other’s bodies apart. You didn’t come to see true wrestling, you came to watch animals subjecting one another to all manner of cruelty. Half of you probably couldn’t tell the difference between an airplane spin and an armbar. Why? Because you’re swine, you’re inbreeds and you’re precisely what’s brought wrestling all the way down to its current state.” [The fans are pretty livid about all of this.] [Jane, on the other hand, seems to be happy to vent. She sneers at the miasma of anger being generated by the crowd.] “But you paid for blood and you’ll get blood: Boston Bancroft’s blood. I am going to take your precious rookie of a champion and I am going to break him down in front of you. You’ll see him in all his horrid, sobbing glory right here on the floor of this ring before me. He’ll be handing me his title after tonight, just to avoid a second beating. And then…” [Jane waits impatiently for the overwhelming chorus of jeering to die down before continuing, tapping her foot and frowning.] “And then I’m going to enjoy defending against Blue Collar Pa. It’ll be his last dance, mind you. But at least he’ll have come so close to making his dreams come true before falling flat on his masked face. Now, shut your faces and watch the fall of your first so-called champion.” [Jane throws her microphone down and begins a shouting argument with some fans close to the ring, gesturing wildly.] NON-TITLE SHOWCASE MAIN EVENT Jane Katze versus Boston Bancroft (c) ["Nightcrawler" by AC/DC began pumping through the PA system, followed by flashing red lights. Jane took notice and stood by waiting for The Campeonato De La Raza to make his grand entrance. And with the championship secured around his waist, Boston Bancroft came out from the back. He held his trademark baseball bat off to his side and shook his head.] [The champion walked down the aisle way shrugging off a few fans that had tried to get a hold of him and walked up the steps before slowly climbing between the two ropes. He glared at Jane who shot back a similar look to him. Boston handed off his championship to the referee who handed it off to someone else. The two stared at each other for a moment longer and the bell sounded.] [Boston started things off by blatantly pie facing Jane down to the canvas. She picked herself up and skipped the typical woman role bullshit and went off with a series of vicious punches and a nice trip down to the canvas. Katze was unrelenting in the attack but Boston kept his distance and even fired off a few punches of his own. Jane was going to have a fat lip in the morning but she was there to make a statement.] [The two locked up and Jane quickly flowed around the back and bent Boston's arm back with a hammerlock. He bounced back into the ropes, demanding that referee call the rope break. It was done and Boston turned around to knee Jane right in the stomach. There wasn't going to be any fooling around the last time, Boston had a point of his own to prove. He suplexed Jane across the ring. She managed to skid a good amount into the ropes, allowing her to get right back up and fire off a kick right to Boston's knee. Bancroft feel to his knee and ducked the next kick aimed for his temple. Bancroft tackled Jane down and began laying in the punches. Deep down he probably didn't want to bash in her face but by the way he was teeing off, he was enjoying the hell out of himself.] [The referee broke up the exchange, damn near DQing the champion but excessive violence. But since this was the same night of the death match, everything was put into perspective. Jane got right back up, taking her lickings well and ready to dish out some her own. She buried her knee right into Boston's stomach and took Boston down with a double arm DDT. Alone she wouldn't be able to do it but kicking out Boston's knee helped with the maneuver. She quickly went for a triangle choke, but Bancroft stiffened his arm up and would not be leveraged around by Jane. Katze dropped the arm and went to work on the shoulder by dropping her knee and her weight against the socket. She kept her knee in the joint and pulled back towards her. Boston pressed her off, but the damage had been done.] [Jane pegged the arm down again and gave it a nice clean stomp. Boston pulled his arm in and Jane hit Bancroft in the mouth again. He too would have a fat lip but he'd be able to hide it a bit better. Jane grabbed the arm and twisted it around. She forced Boston back to his knees and wrenched in the arm wringer some more. Boston grabbed at his arm and the referee asked if he wanted to quit. Bancroft didn't yell back "No" but actually yelled "Move." The champion quickly rolled forward and reversed the hold on Jane who dropped to her knee under the quick exchange of pressure. Boston pinned Jane down by stepping her leg and wrenched the hold in deeper.] [Fighting out of the hold, Jane managed to get a better angle. And with her free arm she contemplated the blatant low blow but resisted with a closed fist to the stomach. The referee asked if Jane would submit but she grabbed hold of him, effectively cheating but not being nearly as blatant as the previous match. Boston was forced to break the hold but quickly sent Jane over with a snap mare and a kick right to the small of the back. Bancroft followed up with a headlock but Jane quickly snapped in a kick right to Boston's face.] [He stumbled into the corner and Jane quickly took him out of the turnbuckle with a hurricanrana. Katze climbed the turnbuckle to the second rope and leaped off with a flying knee drop right across the chest. Boston began coughing as Jane went for the pin, but she only received the two count.] [Instinctively Jane rolled Boston around and locked in her pentagram choke She wrenched in the hold and rocked it back and forth but Bancroft would not submit to the hold. Bancroft began kicking his feet towards the ropes in an attempt to drag the two towards them but Jane wrenched the hold in a bit tighter. Boston finally got the toe of his boot to hook around on the rope and the referee gave Jane to the count of 5 to break the hold. She did but she went for the hold a second time, this time Boston had it blocked and began pounding Jane's chest in with elbow shots.] [Boston got to his feet and Jane soon followed but she quickly got a toe kick doubling her over. Boston went for another kick but Jane grabbed hold of the leg and gave it a great big twist with a dragon screw maneuver. Jane went for a standing leg lock into ankle hold. Bancroft began he approach to the side of the ring but Jane pulled him back to the center. Boston rolled forward breaking the hold and Jane stumbled forward into the ropes.] [Bancroft got to his feet and as Jane bounced back from the ropes he hit Katze with a mule kick and drilled her down with the Cradle of Liberty, the reverse fisherman buster. He hooked the leg as the referee counted the three count.] Winner via The Cradle of Liberty: Boston Bancroft [The referee raised Boston's arm in victory as Jane was still laid out on the canvas. Bancroft took his arm back in and flipped Jane over and locked in The Boston Massacre, his elevated, standing camel clutch. Official came out from the back and forced the champion to break the hold. Boston grabbed the campeonato de la raza as he left for the back as officials checked on Jane.] "Now, let me tell you something about the guys here in the Silver State..." The crowd around Angus had somewhat dissipated, some of them no doubt bored with the "traditional" wrestling during a deathmatch tournament. What are you gonna do though, these guys are killing eachother tonight, they deserved thirty minutes to rest. "Everyone here outside of Jane Katze is a future superstar. Nevermind that Justin Brooks doesn't understand the term "niche fed," and nevermind that Boston Bancroft runs his mouth more than even I do, everyone here from that moron Fappity all the way up the line are the future of the WWA." He pauses. "Except Jane. Fuck that emotional little slit, fuck her right in the ass with Stephen Greer's axe." I hope she reads this, too, maybe she'll quit in the middle of another roleplay period. Yeah, fuck the fourth wall, too. "Now, I hope you fuckers don't mind, but we're going to have to take a short intermission so that the ring crew (re: SSB rookies) can set up the monstrosity that's going to house our Final match." ~~~ The 2009 Violent Suicide Tournament was about to reach its gory conclusion and the backstage area was buzzing with anticipation. The final four competitors were each pumping themselves up and trying to recover as best they could from the multitude of injuries they carried over from their previous matches. They each had to be ready to step out in front of the crowd and make an impact one more time. This was all about remaining focused and concentrating on the task in hand, ignoring the urge to quit. Smash! Jak Nemesis covered his ears to lessen the sound of the glass that had just slipped out of his hand smashing into little pieces upon hitting the concrete floor. As if he hadn’t suffered through enough over the past two nights, his body was worn down almost to the brink of collapse. He wiped the sweat from his brow and began to pace the room, backwards and forwards. Jak stopped for a second and thought back to those sessions with his psychiatrist. Maybe she was right, maybe they all were. Maybe competing in this type of environment was crazy. Jak began breathing heavily; he took the hood on the back of his pullover jacket and pulled it up tight over his head as he stared down at the floor whilst again wiping the sweat from his brow and examining a deep cut on his arm – he wasn’t even sure how he had got it. ‘This is my fucking time’ he thought to himself. Jak Nemesis lived and breathed for moments like this. Pain was his forte – he could not only handle it and take more pain than just about anybody else but he could dish it out better than anybody too. Past experiences in Jak’s life - all the glorious ups and the horrible downs had led him to this defining moment. Why he was putting himself through this was a question he himself could not even begin to answer, but for some sick reason and despite all the suffering he was going through...a large part of him loved it. Jak stood alone in silence and simply listened, oblivious to what was going on around him. He could just about make out the sound of the blood thirsty crowd out in the arena, anticipating the final bout. Soon it would his turn to step out from behind the curtain and into the bright lights for the last time, this one for all the marbles. Jak removed his pullover hoody and adjusted the black elbow pad on his left arm, looking at the blood stains on his t-shirt, each one telling its own story. This was the time to do exactly what he had arrived in Las Vegas to do – not merely survive, not only fight...but win. With that thought Jak took a deep breath…and paced the room again with a determined look in his dark brown eyes. Self-proclaimed King of the Deathmatch? It was time for Jak Nemesis to prove it. Apocalypse Cage Match Corey Reznor versus Jack Nemesis versus Robert Divine versus Ulfric ~~~ Match to be added. |