Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 19, 2017 9:09:20 GMT
Scott Stevens vs. The Iron Terror
Blackfront: Our next match up tonight is an interesting one to say the least.
Ace: That’s right because tonight we are going to see a retard get put out of his misery.
Blackfront: We may because in a few short moments we will see the former Wildfire champion, Scott Stevens, take on the terrifying newcomer, Iron Terror.
Ace: Does Stevens have a death wish? Did he not see what happened to Dylan Daniels last show?
Blackfront: Maybe he does because he knows that if he can defeat an imposing and destructive force like the Iron Terror he proved to him and everyone he still has it.
Ace: Well he’s about to have it for fifteen minutes tops.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
Blackfront: Is this the match Stevens needs to get back on track to championship opportunities or will it become a notch on the Iron Terror’s belt?
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Jordan: Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Ace: Dead man walking…...
Jordan: Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds...
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares out towards the rabid crowd in attendance.
Jordan: This...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Blackfront: Stevens looks focused here tonight.
Ace: Stevens has a good poker face, but we all know that face is just hiding the truth and that truth is he’s scared and I can smell it on him. (Sniff. Sniff.) I think he pissed himself.
As Tommy laughs at his own comment and Stevens begins to pace around the ring like a caged animal as……
"GRIPPING THE WHEEL, HIS KNUCKLES WHITE WITH DESIRE."
The driving bassline and distorted guitars of White Zombie's "Black Sunshine" blast out over the sound system. The lights dim to almost black, the backdrop is lit by sporadic flashes.
"THE WHEELS ON HIS MUSTANG EXPLODING ON THE HIGHWAY LIKE A SLUG FROM A .45"
Steam fills the entry way, and behind it, a massive figure appears.
"TRUE DEATH. 500 HORSEPOWER. MAXIMUM PERFORMANCE. THIS... IS BLACK SUNSHINE!"
The backlighting flares bright white as The Iron Terror raises his arms and walks through the glowing smoke. He exhales a mouthful of smoke as he stalks towards the ring, glowering at the fans.
Blackfront: Will you get off of me!
Ace: I’m scared!
Jumping from the floor to the ring apron in one bound, he doffs his hooded long coat and steps into the ring. He stoically ignores as the referee checks him for foreign objects, instead glowering at Stevens across the ring as the official signals for the bell.
Ding. Ding.
As soon as the bell is heard the Iron Terror rushes towards Stevens and attempts to catch the Texan off guard with a splash in the corner, but Stevens is able to avoid it which causes the Iron Terror to stun himself for a brief moment as he hits the top turnbuckle allowing Stevens to grab him from behind with a roll up.
One.
Two.
No!
Iron Terror is able to kick out at the last second.
Blackfront: The match almost ended right there.
Ace: But almost doesn’t cut it.
As the Iron Terror quickly scrambles to his feet he sees a smiling Texan who points to his head indicating his smarter than him.
Blackfront: Stevens showing he’s a step ahead of Iron Terror.
Ace: Yeah, well, if he isn’t careful the Iron Terror will break that finger and shove it up his ass, and from what I hear Stevens likes that sort of thing.
The Iron Terror rushes towards Stevens and pushes him into the corner and begins to unload rights and lefts to the body of the Texan.
Blackfront: Stevens needs to get out of there quick.
Ace: Wish I had some popcorn.
The referee is to a count of four before Iron Terror stops his attack momentarily before continuing the assault. Stevens does his best to cover up, but the onslaught of each punch causes the former champion to wince in pain with each body blow. Stevens gets a moment to breath as the Iron Terror takes a break from his attack so he’s not disqualified and that’s all it takes for Scott to recover as he quickly grabs Iron Terror by his gear and drive him face first into the middle turnbuckle.
As Stevens begins to clear the cobwebs he waits for the Iron Terror to come out of the corner and as he does he rushes towards him looking to send his head into the upper deck of the arena with a massive clothesline, but the Iron Terror saw it coming.
Blackfront: Terror ducks under the clothesline.
Ace: Too slow.
As Stevens quickly turns around he is grabbed by a waiting Terror that lifts him high into the air.
Ace: The end is near.
As the Iron Terror looks to throw the Texan across the ring, Stevens shows he still has some fight left in him as he wiggles free and lands behind the Iron Terror and delivers a Scorpion Death Drop.
Blackfront: Stevens with a nice counter.
Stevens remains on top of Terror as the ref checks the shoulders before counting.
One.
Two.
No.
Terror was able to get the shoulder up but Scott anticipated this as he cinches in a dragon sleeper.
Ace: DQ! DQ! That’s an illegal choke!
The official asks if Terror wants to quit but the Man from Hell’s Highway is too busy kneeing Stevens in the face to answer.
Blackfront: How much more shots can Stevens take?
Ace: Hopefully until a tooth flies out.
As the final knee breaks the submission and Stevens holds his face in pain, the Iron Terror gets to his feet as rushes at Stevens but the Texan is aware of his surroundings and delivers a terrifying spinebuster and Scott jumps to his feet and pumps his arms while letting out a primal scream.
Blackfront: Stevens with a beautiful spinebuster but he’s wasting time showboating.
Stevens makes his way over to the downed opponent and reaches down to pick up the Iron Terror and receives and upkick for his trouble.
Ace: I think I saw a tooth, love it.
The Iron Terror knocks the Texan down with a clothesline, but Stevens quickly gets to his feet and his knocked back to the canvas with another clothesline. Stevens gets back up and the Iron Terror rocks him with a savate kick to the chest that sends the Texan into the corner and he follows it up with a cannonball attack.
Blackfront: Nice series of moves from the Iron Terror as they have Stevens reeling.
The Iron Terror begins stomping away on Stevens. Terror delivers one final stomp before running the ropes looking to deliver another cannonball splash, but Stevens is able to roll out of the ring in the nick of time.
Ace: NO!
Blackfront: That’s the opportunity Stevens needed to get the momentum back on his side.
Ace: Get up Terror!
As Stevens lays on the outside of the ring he sees his opponent is down and he rolls into the ring and pulls the Iron Terror from the corner and makes a cover.
One.
Two.
NO!
Iron Terror with a shoulder up.
Blackfront: Stevens with a lax cover on…..another cover.
Stevens quickly lays on top of Terror again and again gets only a count of two from the official and this doesn’t sit well with Stevens as he gets in his face and says it was a three.
Blackfront: Stevens letting his emotions get the better of him.
Ace: Surprised it took this long.
Stevens turns his attention to the back his opponent who has make it up to a knee and casually walks over and locks in a front facelock before shouting.
Stevens: It’s over!
Blackfront: Stevens seems like he wants to end it here and now and is calling his home run shot.
Ace: Cocky much?
Stevens looks to transition from a front facelock to a spinning Toxic Sting, but Iron Terror has other plans as he shoves the Texan off.
Blackfront: Iron Terror has some fight left in him.
Stevens turns around and rushes at Iron Terror full force going for a decapitating Texas-size lariat before Iron Terror knows what hit him, but Terror ducks under and sends the Texan chest first into the corner after a massive superkick to the back of Stevens’ head.
Blackfront: That kick has thrown Stevens for a loop.
Ace: Surprised it caused any damage since his brain is so small.
As Stevens staggers back, the Iron Terror bullrushes forward and pushes Stevens chest first again into the turnbuckles before deliver the 11:59.
Blackfront: The Iron Terror just delivered a massive 11:59 to Stevens, and I think that’s all she wrote.
The Iron Terror turns over the Texan and hooks a leg as the official begins his count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Ace: Suck it Stevens!
The bell rings to signal the end of the match and the Iron Terror’s victory over the former Wildfire champion. As the referee holds Iron Terror’s hand in victory Stevens sits up and looks devastated by the loss.
Blackfront: Look at Stevens, he looks heartbroken by the loss.
Ace: That’s what happens when you aren’t good enough to begin with and you get cocky and showboat when you think you had victory at hand.
Stevens continues to sit in the ring talking to himself as he cannot believe he lost when all of a sudden he slaps the mat and springs to his feet before blindsiding the Iron Terror as he tries to leave the ring.
Blackfront: What’s this?
Ace: Stevens being the sore loser that he is.
The crowd doesn’t know what to make of it, but takes a swing at the official as he tries to step in but misses as the referee heads to the back.
Stevens: You think you’re better than me?
Stevens yells as he drops begins to stomp away on the Iron Terror.
Stevens: I’m better than you! I’m better than everyone in this fucking building!
Stevens says as he continues to stomp away on the Iron Terror.
Blackfront: A brutal and cowardly assault by Stevens.
Ace: I’m kind of liking this side of Stevens.
Blackfront: You would.
Stevens stops his assault and waits to deliver the killing blow.
Stevens: Now I end you.
He says as he picks up Iron Terror and places him between his legs.
Blackfront: Oh God, could he be…..
A sadistic smile slowly grows on the Texan’s face as he reaches down to pick him up.
Blackfront: Stevens looking for that Spike Piledriver of his.
Ace: I think he wants to break his neck.
As Stevens begins to lift him up an army of black and whites storm the ring and pull Iron Terror away from Stevens and surround him.
Blackfront: Thank God, that could’ve ended badly.
Stevens tries to get to Iron Terror, but the officials have him protected so Stevens throws his hands up and exits the ring with a smile and a laugh.
Blackfront: I think we have just seen Scott Stevens snap ladies and gentlemen. We saw signs of him becoming unhinged when he was being terrorized with Jestal, but I think this latest defeat finally pushed him over the edge.
Ace: And I love it!
Officials continue to check on the Iron Terror and Stevens admires his handiwork from a top the stage before heading backstage.
Blackfront: Our next match up tonight is an interesting one to say the least.
Ace: That’s right because tonight we are going to see a retard get put out of his misery.
Blackfront: We may because in a few short moments we will see the former Wildfire champion, Scott Stevens, take on the terrifying newcomer, Iron Terror.
Ace: Does Stevens have a death wish? Did he not see what happened to Dylan Daniels last show?
Blackfront: Maybe he does because he knows that if he can defeat an imposing and destructive force like the Iron Terror he proved to him and everyone he still has it.
Ace: Well he’s about to have it for fifteen minutes tops.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
Blackfront: Is this the match Stevens needs to get back on track to championship opportunities or will it become a notch on the Iron Terror’s belt?
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Jordan: Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Ace: Dead man walking…...
Jordan: Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds...
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares out towards the rabid crowd in attendance.
Jordan: This...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Blackfront: Stevens looks focused here tonight.
Ace: Stevens has a good poker face, but we all know that face is just hiding the truth and that truth is he’s scared and I can smell it on him. (Sniff. Sniff.) I think he pissed himself.
As Tommy laughs at his own comment and Stevens begins to pace around the ring like a caged animal as……
"GRIPPING THE WHEEL, HIS KNUCKLES WHITE WITH DESIRE."
The driving bassline and distorted guitars of White Zombie's "Black Sunshine" blast out over the sound system. The lights dim to almost black, the backdrop is lit by sporadic flashes.
"THE WHEELS ON HIS MUSTANG EXPLODING ON THE HIGHWAY LIKE A SLUG FROM A .45"
Steam fills the entry way, and behind it, a massive figure appears.
"TRUE DEATH. 500 HORSEPOWER. MAXIMUM PERFORMANCE. THIS... IS BLACK SUNSHINE!"
The backlighting flares bright white as The Iron Terror raises his arms and walks through the glowing smoke. He exhales a mouthful of smoke as he stalks towards the ring, glowering at the fans.
Blackfront: Will you get off of me!
Ace: I’m scared!
Jumping from the floor to the ring apron in one bound, he doffs his hooded long coat and steps into the ring. He stoically ignores as the referee checks him for foreign objects, instead glowering at Stevens across the ring as the official signals for the bell.
Ding. Ding.
As soon as the bell is heard the Iron Terror rushes towards Stevens and attempts to catch the Texan off guard with a splash in the corner, but Stevens is able to avoid it which causes the Iron Terror to stun himself for a brief moment as he hits the top turnbuckle allowing Stevens to grab him from behind with a roll up.
One.
Two.
No!
Iron Terror is able to kick out at the last second.
Blackfront: The match almost ended right there.
Ace: But almost doesn’t cut it.
As the Iron Terror quickly scrambles to his feet he sees a smiling Texan who points to his head indicating his smarter than him.
Blackfront: Stevens showing he’s a step ahead of Iron Terror.
Ace: Yeah, well, if he isn’t careful the Iron Terror will break that finger and shove it up his ass, and from what I hear Stevens likes that sort of thing.
The Iron Terror rushes towards Stevens and pushes him into the corner and begins to unload rights and lefts to the body of the Texan.
Blackfront: Stevens needs to get out of there quick.
Ace: Wish I had some popcorn.
The referee is to a count of four before Iron Terror stops his attack momentarily before continuing the assault. Stevens does his best to cover up, but the onslaught of each punch causes the former champion to wince in pain with each body blow. Stevens gets a moment to breath as the Iron Terror takes a break from his attack so he’s not disqualified and that’s all it takes for Scott to recover as he quickly grabs Iron Terror by his gear and drive him face first into the middle turnbuckle.
As Stevens begins to clear the cobwebs he waits for the Iron Terror to come out of the corner and as he does he rushes towards him looking to send his head into the upper deck of the arena with a massive clothesline, but the Iron Terror saw it coming.
Blackfront: Terror ducks under the clothesline.
Ace: Too slow.
As Stevens quickly turns around he is grabbed by a waiting Terror that lifts him high into the air.
Ace: The end is near.
As the Iron Terror looks to throw the Texan across the ring, Stevens shows he still has some fight left in him as he wiggles free and lands behind the Iron Terror and delivers a Scorpion Death Drop.
Blackfront: Stevens with a nice counter.
Stevens remains on top of Terror as the ref checks the shoulders before counting.
One.
Two.
No.
Terror was able to get the shoulder up but Scott anticipated this as he cinches in a dragon sleeper.
Ace: DQ! DQ! That’s an illegal choke!
The official asks if Terror wants to quit but the Man from Hell’s Highway is too busy kneeing Stevens in the face to answer.
Blackfront: How much more shots can Stevens take?
Ace: Hopefully until a tooth flies out.
As the final knee breaks the submission and Stevens holds his face in pain, the Iron Terror gets to his feet as rushes at Stevens but the Texan is aware of his surroundings and delivers a terrifying spinebuster and Scott jumps to his feet and pumps his arms while letting out a primal scream.
Blackfront: Stevens with a beautiful spinebuster but he’s wasting time showboating.
Stevens makes his way over to the downed opponent and reaches down to pick up the Iron Terror and receives and upkick for his trouble.
Ace: I think I saw a tooth, love it.
The Iron Terror knocks the Texan down with a clothesline, but Stevens quickly gets to his feet and his knocked back to the canvas with another clothesline. Stevens gets back up and the Iron Terror rocks him with a savate kick to the chest that sends the Texan into the corner and he follows it up with a cannonball attack.
Blackfront: Nice series of moves from the Iron Terror as they have Stevens reeling.
The Iron Terror begins stomping away on Stevens. Terror delivers one final stomp before running the ropes looking to deliver another cannonball splash, but Stevens is able to roll out of the ring in the nick of time.
Ace: NO!
Blackfront: That’s the opportunity Stevens needed to get the momentum back on his side.
Ace: Get up Terror!
As Stevens lays on the outside of the ring he sees his opponent is down and he rolls into the ring and pulls the Iron Terror from the corner and makes a cover.
One.
Two.
NO!
Iron Terror with a shoulder up.
Blackfront: Stevens with a lax cover on…..another cover.
Stevens quickly lays on top of Terror again and again gets only a count of two from the official and this doesn’t sit well with Stevens as he gets in his face and says it was a three.
Blackfront: Stevens letting his emotions get the better of him.
Ace: Surprised it took this long.
Stevens turns his attention to the back his opponent who has make it up to a knee and casually walks over and locks in a front facelock before shouting.
Stevens: It’s over!
Blackfront: Stevens seems like he wants to end it here and now and is calling his home run shot.
Ace: Cocky much?
Stevens looks to transition from a front facelock to a spinning Toxic Sting, but Iron Terror has other plans as he shoves the Texan off.
Blackfront: Iron Terror has some fight left in him.
Stevens turns around and rushes at Iron Terror full force going for a decapitating Texas-size lariat before Iron Terror knows what hit him, but Terror ducks under and sends the Texan chest first into the corner after a massive superkick to the back of Stevens’ head.
Blackfront: That kick has thrown Stevens for a loop.
Ace: Surprised it caused any damage since his brain is so small.
As Stevens staggers back, the Iron Terror bullrushes forward and pushes Stevens chest first again into the turnbuckles before deliver the 11:59.
Blackfront: The Iron Terror just delivered a massive 11:59 to Stevens, and I think that’s all she wrote.
The Iron Terror turns over the Texan and hooks a leg as the official begins his count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Ace: Suck it Stevens!
The bell rings to signal the end of the match and the Iron Terror’s victory over the former Wildfire champion. As the referee holds Iron Terror’s hand in victory Stevens sits up and looks devastated by the loss.
Blackfront: Look at Stevens, he looks heartbroken by the loss.
Ace: That’s what happens when you aren’t good enough to begin with and you get cocky and showboat when you think you had victory at hand.
Stevens continues to sit in the ring talking to himself as he cannot believe he lost when all of a sudden he slaps the mat and springs to his feet before blindsiding the Iron Terror as he tries to leave the ring.
Blackfront: What’s this?
Ace: Stevens being the sore loser that he is.
The crowd doesn’t know what to make of it, but takes a swing at the official as he tries to step in but misses as the referee heads to the back.
Stevens: You think you’re better than me?
Stevens yells as he drops begins to stomp away on the Iron Terror.
Stevens: I’m better than you! I’m better than everyone in this fucking building!
Stevens says as he continues to stomp away on the Iron Terror.
Blackfront: A brutal and cowardly assault by Stevens.
Ace: I’m kind of liking this side of Stevens.
Blackfront: You would.
Stevens stops his assault and waits to deliver the killing blow.
Stevens: Now I end you.
He says as he picks up Iron Terror and places him between his legs.
Blackfront: Oh God, could he be…..
A sadistic smile slowly grows on the Texan’s face as he reaches down to pick him up.
Blackfront: Stevens looking for that Spike Piledriver of his.
Ace: I think he wants to break his neck.
As Stevens begins to lift him up an army of black and whites storm the ring and pull Iron Terror away from Stevens and surround him.
Blackfront: Thank God, that could’ve ended badly.
Stevens tries to get to Iron Terror, but the officials have him protected so Stevens throws his hands up and exits the ring with a smile and a laugh.
Blackfront: I think we have just seen Scott Stevens snap ladies and gentlemen. We saw signs of him becoming unhinged when he was being terrorized with Jestal, but I think this latest defeat finally pushed him over the edge.
Ace: And I love it!
Officials continue to check on the Iron Terror and Stevens admires his handiwork from a top the stage before heading backstage.