Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 19, 2017 9:15:40 GMT
Jack Harmen vs Scott Stevens
Blackfront: This next match is one I’m certainly excited about. The first one on one encounter in the long and storied careers of Scott Stevens, and Jack Harmen.
Ace: I don’t get all the hooplah. But what I do know, is this is now a good ol’ fashion 90s hardcore match! Bring on the chairs, the tables, the flame throwers!
Blackfront: I think you’re getting carried away Ace. This isn’t a blood feud.
Ace: But… But… blood brothers requires blood. We need a sacrifice, and we’re going to get it when these two beat the tar outta each other! I can’t wait!
“Hellraiser” by Motorhead loudly invites this crowd to cheers, as the arena lights darken only to be reilluminated by lasers and spotlights. Scott Stevens emerges onto the entrance way, sneering out to the crowd before making a swift walk to the ring. He reaches out and fist bumps a few fans extended hands, but not as many as usually.
Blackfront: Stevens has been distracted ever since Jestal arrived on the scene. Now, he’s got to deal with UTA’s newest signee, a man who promised that there would be blood.
Ace: And you don’t want to disappoint me!
Stevens climbs the steel steps, and slips into the ring as Jordan stands front and center.
Jordan: Introducing first, from the Great State of Texas, standing at six feet six, two hundrend and fifty-six pounds, he is SCOOOOTTTT…. STEEEEEEVEEEENNNS!
Stevens grips his fists and cracks his knuckles as he stares toward the entranceway. His music slowly dies out.
A light fog envelops the entrance ramp as “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne rings out over the pa system. The UTA crowd rise to their feet in anticipation as the opening line echoes out, and Jack Harmen steps out onto the entranceway. His manager Mary-Lynn Mayweather, a tiny petite redhead dressed in a red skirt suit follows, only for Harmen to shake his head and send her to the back. Jack turns to the UTA crowd and raises his hand in his trademark devil horn taunt, only for the cameras to catch…
Blackfront: Is that… barbed wire?
Ace: YAY! Interesting!
Blackfront: Jack Harmen has already raised the stakes and the match hasn’t even begun!
Harmen stomps down to the ring, slapping fans with his one non-barbed wire covered hand. He tries to get both sides of the rampway, but has to miss a few. He makes his way to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. The ref immediately steps in front of Harmen’s path, telling him to remove the barbed wire. Harmen protests, shouting, “But it’s a hardcore match!” In that case…
Blackfront: Scott Stevens jumps the bell! He caught Harmen with a vicious right that sends the Lunatic back into the corner. This is a new side of Stevens we’re seein’ here Ace.
Ace: Can’t say I don’t appreciate it.
Stevens hits a few more rights on Harmen as he tries to defend himself in the corner. Stevens hooks Harmen and irish whips him to the far side, as Harmen hits the turnbuckle sternum first. He bounces out, clutching his chest, only for Stevens to lift and toss Harmen HIGH in the air in a flapjack. As Harmen tries to land on his feet...
Blackfront: Debbie Does Dallas! An enhanced version as Stevens hits Harmen with a european uppercut out of that flapjack!
Harmen rolls out of the ring, clutching his chin, trying to regroup. Stevens doesn’t give him the time, sliding out himself and then shoving Jack from behind, chest first into the turnbuckle post. Harmen tumbles and rolls to the guardrail, as Stevens charges and catches him with Don’t Mess with Texas (Running Knee Trembler), sandwiching him against the guardrail. Stevens hooks Harmen and tosses him into the ring. As Harmen rolls, all the way to the other side and the corner ropes, Stevens searches under the ring.
He pulls out a chair and tosses it into the ring.
And another.
And another, another, another. The UTA crowd cheers with every chair thrown.
Ace: Well, Harmen wanted this.
Blackfront: Not sure if he expected this vicious streak in his first match in UTA.
Ace: Could very well wind up being his last.
Harmen reaches down and grabs a steel chair as Stevens slides in. The two men size each other up, and each swing, their steel chairs clattering against each other. They try again, the vibration tingling up their arms as Harmen drops his chair from the impact. Stevens goes for a wild swing, but Harmen ducks and rolls underneath. He keeps the momentum going, running off the far side, and charges toward Stevens.
Blackfront: Locomotive! Ducked by Stevens! That kick has knocked countless men unconscious.
Ace: But not tonight!
Stevens grabs Harmen by his wild hair from behind and slams him back first onto the mat and the pile of steel chairs he threw in. Stevens off the far ropes, and leaps for a body splash, but Harmen rolls out of the way. Stevens eats steel, as Harmen rubs the back of his head and rolls to the ring apron. Stevens clutches his chest, wind taken from him as he stumbles to his feet. He turns to Harmen, and doesn’t have time to react as Jack springboards off the top rope and catches Stevens in a Lou Thesz Press, followed up by a flurry of barbed wire assisted right hands to the face.
Ace: No! What are you doing! Keep punching him!
Blackfront: Harmen got his shots in and now he’s lining Stevens up. He’s worse for the wear so far, might be trying to bide time to recover from Stevens’ initial assault.
Stevens recovers as Harmen picks up a steel chair. Harmen tosses the chair at Stevens, who catches it. Stevens holds it, as Harmen just punches it. He winces in pain, clutching his fist and shouting “Why would I do that!” before Stevens clocks Harmen in the back. Harmen tumbles, and Stevens takes the opportunity to slam the steel chair three more times into Harmen’s back, before turning him over for the cover.
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Harmen barely gets a shoulder up. Stevens doesn’t look pleased, and grabs Harmen to his feet by his hair. Belly to belly suplex onto the steel chair pile. Stevens on top for another pin.
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Two.
Kickout, just barely. Harmen, groggily, begins to try to turn the pile into a more flat and widened section, as Stevens grabs him by his hair again. Wild right hand by Harmen is ducked, and Stevens hits him with a German Suplex in response. Harmen misses the chairs as he falls, and back rolls into the corner. He slowly pulls himself up, using the middle ropes and then the top, as Stevens charges and hits a huge splash. Stevens with an irish whip, Harmen having to stomp on chairs as he’s thrown to the other side of the ring. He hits the corner hard. Stevens reaches down and grabs a fresh steel chair, and sizes up Jack, as Jack is groggily fiddling with something in the corner. Stevens chairs, and leaps.
Blackfront: Harmen dodges, and he has the protective padding from the turnbuckle post as he does! Stevens slams himself chest and steel chair first onto the top turnbuckle!
Ace: Jeez. That sound was sickening. I love it.
Harmen tries to remove the steel padding from his hand, but the barbed wire has caught it and he can’t swat it off. Now, it just looks like his fist is a turnbuckle post. The chair Stevens held fell over the top rope and clatters on the outside. Harmen grabs Stevens’ by his neck and drags him out of the corner…
Blackfront: Cold snow onto those chairs! That elevated lifting neck palmed ddt just slammed Stevens’ face first onto that unforgiving steel!
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Two.
Stevens kicks out. Harmen slams his turnbuckle pad covered, barbed wired fist into the mat in frustration. He stands to his feet, then walks to the far corner. He holds the top rope, leaning down, sizing Stevens up.
Blackfront: I think Harmen is sizing Stevens up for his patented Locomotive Ace.
Jack Harmen uses his free hand to tell Stevens to get back to his feet, and once he does.
Blackfront: Harmen charges… REMEMBER THE ALAMO! Stevens counters with a superkick, and falls back first onto Harmen!
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Two.
Thr-NO! Harmen barely gets a shoulder up! Stevens can’t believe it, and he can’t believe what he next sees.
Blackfront: Oh holy jeebus, what is that clown-shoes doing out here!? He has no right!
Ace: That is Jestal, setting up a table bridging across the apron and the guardrail. I think it’s pretty obvious what he’s doing here. He’s got those weird smiling ruby plastic lips, hell, he’s wearing one right now!
Indeed, the crowd boos as Jestal sets up the table. He smiles toward Stevens, who’s staring at him in exasperation. Stevens stands and rushes toward the ropes, as the referee steps in his way, pointing him back to his opponent. Jestal simply smiles with those fake ruby lips, and waves. Stevens looks livid, trying to bullrush out of the ring to attack, only for the ref to hug him and keep him from exiting the ring.
Until Jack Harmen rushes up from behind, and catches a distracted Stevens by lifting and tossing him over the top rope.
And through the exact table Jestal just set up.
The crowd oohs and awhs as Harmen collapses back onto the mat, clutching his head from Steven's superkick. The crowd turn to boos as Jestal ignores them. He lifts up Stevens, who's dazed and confused. Jestal props Stevens up against the guardrail.
He takes a few moments to laugh at Stevens, and pulls out Clucky. They two look at each other, and then back at Stevens, letting out a large guffaw belly laugh. Stevens throws a wild right to defend himself, looking to tee off on Jestal with all the strength he had left. Jestal ducks, as the official shouts in the ring, and Jestal turns, striking Stevens square in the head with Clucky.
Ace: Welcome to KFC Scott Stevens!
Blackfront: Jestal is just destroying the integrity of this match! Harmen's down, he doesn't realize Jestal hit Stevens with that loaded rubber chicken!
Ace: It has a name.
Blackfront: And I won't be saying it.
Jestal grabs Stevens and throws him back into the ring as Harmen recovers and stares at him, shouting, “What the hell!” Jestal cackles and laughs at Jack, tossing his head back in wild glee, before flipping his own body over the guardrail and rushing from the scene of the crime, rubber chicken in tow.
Blackfront: I don’t think Harmen knew Jestal had even set up that table! Nor that Jestal continued the assault after Harmen tossed Stevens over! That superkick REALLY rang his bell.
Ace: Are you serious? He’s a twenty five year veteran. He has ring presence. He knew exactly what he was doing, because he’s working with that clown prince of nuisance!
Blackfront: You’re inferring.
Ace: I’m just not blind. You can turn your back on the signs, but I’m looking at it front and center Blackfront.
Harmen shakes his head, none-too pleased. He looks at the fallen Stevens, and then grabs a steel chair. He climbs up the top turnbuckles, and looks around at the confused crowd.
Blackfront: Five and a half star frogsplash! Steel chair assisted! That might even be a six star!
Ace: Harmen is obviously capitalizing on Jestal’s distraction. C’mon Blackfront. Will you admit it now?
Blackfront: Oh shut up Ace. Harmen’s hooking both legs for the cover.
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The crowd cheers as Jack Harmen has his hand raised by the official. “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne rings out over the pa system, as Jack looks around the arena, searching for Jestal in the crowd. It’s just a sea of faithful fans, and Harmen shakes hishead, rubbing the bridge of his temple.
Blackfront: Harmen may have won the battle, but this war is not finished. And there may be a mad clown involved in the crossfire.
Ace: Captain. Oblivious here doesn’t want to admit this war is a handicapped one.
Blackfront: Would you stop it!
Ace: Only when you open your eyes you blind fool
Blackfront: This next match is one I’m certainly excited about. The first one on one encounter in the long and storied careers of Scott Stevens, and Jack Harmen.
Ace: I don’t get all the hooplah. But what I do know, is this is now a good ol’ fashion 90s hardcore match! Bring on the chairs, the tables, the flame throwers!
Blackfront: I think you’re getting carried away Ace. This isn’t a blood feud.
Ace: But… But… blood brothers requires blood. We need a sacrifice, and we’re going to get it when these two beat the tar outta each other! I can’t wait!
“Hellraiser” by Motorhead loudly invites this crowd to cheers, as the arena lights darken only to be reilluminated by lasers and spotlights. Scott Stevens emerges onto the entrance way, sneering out to the crowd before making a swift walk to the ring. He reaches out and fist bumps a few fans extended hands, but not as many as usually.
Blackfront: Stevens has been distracted ever since Jestal arrived on the scene. Now, he’s got to deal with UTA’s newest signee, a man who promised that there would be blood.
Ace: And you don’t want to disappoint me!
Stevens climbs the steel steps, and slips into the ring as Jordan stands front and center.
Jordan: Introducing first, from the Great State of Texas, standing at six feet six, two hundrend and fifty-six pounds, he is SCOOOOTTTT…. STEEEEEEVEEEENNNS!
Stevens grips his fists and cracks his knuckles as he stares toward the entranceway. His music slowly dies out.
A light fog envelops the entrance ramp as “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne rings out over the pa system. The UTA crowd rise to their feet in anticipation as the opening line echoes out, and Jack Harmen steps out onto the entranceway. His manager Mary-Lynn Mayweather, a tiny petite redhead dressed in a red skirt suit follows, only for Harmen to shake his head and send her to the back. Jack turns to the UTA crowd and raises his hand in his trademark devil horn taunt, only for the cameras to catch…
Blackfront: Is that… barbed wire?
Ace: YAY! Interesting!
Blackfront: Jack Harmen has already raised the stakes and the match hasn’t even begun!
Harmen stomps down to the ring, slapping fans with his one non-barbed wire covered hand. He tries to get both sides of the rampway, but has to miss a few. He makes his way to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. The ref immediately steps in front of Harmen’s path, telling him to remove the barbed wire. Harmen protests, shouting, “But it’s a hardcore match!” In that case…
Blackfront: Scott Stevens jumps the bell! He caught Harmen with a vicious right that sends the Lunatic back into the corner. This is a new side of Stevens we’re seein’ here Ace.
Ace: Can’t say I don’t appreciate it.
Stevens hits a few more rights on Harmen as he tries to defend himself in the corner. Stevens hooks Harmen and irish whips him to the far side, as Harmen hits the turnbuckle sternum first. He bounces out, clutching his chest, only for Stevens to lift and toss Harmen HIGH in the air in a flapjack. As Harmen tries to land on his feet...
Blackfront: Debbie Does Dallas! An enhanced version as Stevens hits Harmen with a european uppercut out of that flapjack!
Harmen rolls out of the ring, clutching his chin, trying to regroup. Stevens doesn’t give him the time, sliding out himself and then shoving Jack from behind, chest first into the turnbuckle post. Harmen tumbles and rolls to the guardrail, as Stevens charges and catches him with Don’t Mess with Texas (Running Knee Trembler), sandwiching him against the guardrail. Stevens hooks Harmen and tosses him into the ring. As Harmen rolls, all the way to the other side and the corner ropes, Stevens searches under the ring.
He pulls out a chair and tosses it into the ring.
And another.
And another, another, another. The UTA crowd cheers with every chair thrown.
Ace: Well, Harmen wanted this.
Blackfront: Not sure if he expected this vicious streak in his first match in UTA.
Ace: Could very well wind up being his last.
Harmen reaches down and grabs a steel chair as Stevens slides in. The two men size each other up, and each swing, their steel chairs clattering against each other. They try again, the vibration tingling up their arms as Harmen drops his chair from the impact. Stevens goes for a wild swing, but Harmen ducks and rolls underneath. He keeps the momentum going, running off the far side, and charges toward Stevens.
Blackfront: Locomotive! Ducked by Stevens! That kick has knocked countless men unconscious.
Ace: But not tonight!
Stevens grabs Harmen by his wild hair from behind and slams him back first onto the mat and the pile of steel chairs he threw in. Stevens off the far ropes, and leaps for a body splash, but Harmen rolls out of the way. Stevens eats steel, as Harmen rubs the back of his head and rolls to the ring apron. Stevens clutches his chest, wind taken from him as he stumbles to his feet. He turns to Harmen, and doesn’t have time to react as Jack springboards off the top rope and catches Stevens in a Lou Thesz Press, followed up by a flurry of barbed wire assisted right hands to the face.
Ace: No! What are you doing! Keep punching him!
Blackfront: Harmen got his shots in and now he’s lining Stevens up. He’s worse for the wear so far, might be trying to bide time to recover from Stevens’ initial assault.
Stevens recovers as Harmen picks up a steel chair. Harmen tosses the chair at Stevens, who catches it. Stevens holds it, as Harmen just punches it. He winces in pain, clutching his fist and shouting “Why would I do that!” before Stevens clocks Harmen in the back. Harmen tumbles, and Stevens takes the opportunity to slam the steel chair three more times into Harmen’s back, before turning him over for the cover.
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Harmen barely gets a shoulder up. Stevens doesn’t look pleased, and grabs Harmen to his feet by his hair. Belly to belly suplex onto the steel chair pile. Stevens on top for another pin.
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Two.
Kickout, just barely. Harmen, groggily, begins to try to turn the pile into a more flat and widened section, as Stevens grabs him by his hair again. Wild right hand by Harmen is ducked, and Stevens hits him with a German Suplex in response. Harmen misses the chairs as he falls, and back rolls into the corner. He slowly pulls himself up, using the middle ropes and then the top, as Stevens charges and hits a huge splash. Stevens with an irish whip, Harmen having to stomp on chairs as he’s thrown to the other side of the ring. He hits the corner hard. Stevens reaches down and grabs a fresh steel chair, and sizes up Jack, as Jack is groggily fiddling with something in the corner. Stevens chairs, and leaps.
Blackfront: Harmen dodges, and he has the protective padding from the turnbuckle post as he does! Stevens slams himself chest and steel chair first onto the top turnbuckle!
Ace: Jeez. That sound was sickening. I love it.
Harmen tries to remove the steel padding from his hand, but the barbed wire has caught it and he can’t swat it off. Now, it just looks like his fist is a turnbuckle post. The chair Stevens held fell over the top rope and clatters on the outside. Harmen grabs Stevens’ by his neck and drags him out of the corner…
Blackfront: Cold snow onto those chairs! That elevated lifting neck palmed ddt just slammed Stevens’ face first onto that unforgiving steel!
One.
Two.
Stevens kicks out. Harmen slams his turnbuckle pad covered, barbed wired fist into the mat in frustration. He stands to his feet, then walks to the far corner. He holds the top rope, leaning down, sizing Stevens up.
Blackfront: I think Harmen is sizing Stevens up for his patented Locomotive Ace.
Jack Harmen uses his free hand to tell Stevens to get back to his feet, and once he does.
Blackfront: Harmen charges… REMEMBER THE ALAMO! Stevens counters with a superkick, and falls back first onto Harmen!
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Two.
Thr-NO! Harmen barely gets a shoulder up! Stevens can’t believe it, and he can’t believe what he next sees.
Blackfront: Oh holy jeebus, what is that clown-shoes doing out here!? He has no right!
Ace: That is Jestal, setting up a table bridging across the apron and the guardrail. I think it’s pretty obvious what he’s doing here. He’s got those weird smiling ruby plastic lips, hell, he’s wearing one right now!
Indeed, the crowd boos as Jestal sets up the table. He smiles toward Stevens, who’s staring at him in exasperation. Stevens stands and rushes toward the ropes, as the referee steps in his way, pointing him back to his opponent. Jestal simply smiles with those fake ruby lips, and waves. Stevens looks livid, trying to bullrush out of the ring to attack, only for the ref to hug him and keep him from exiting the ring.
Until Jack Harmen rushes up from behind, and catches a distracted Stevens by lifting and tossing him over the top rope.
And through the exact table Jestal just set up.
The crowd oohs and awhs as Harmen collapses back onto the mat, clutching his head from Steven's superkick. The crowd turn to boos as Jestal ignores them. He lifts up Stevens, who's dazed and confused. Jestal props Stevens up against the guardrail.
He takes a few moments to laugh at Stevens, and pulls out Clucky. They two look at each other, and then back at Stevens, letting out a large guffaw belly laugh. Stevens throws a wild right to defend himself, looking to tee off on Jestal with all the strength he had left. Jestal ducks, as the official shouts in the ring, and Jestal turns, striking Stevens square in the head with Clucky.
Ace: Welcome to KFC Scott Stevens!
Blackfront: Jestal is just destroying the integrity of this match! Harmen's down, he doesn't realize Jestal hit Stevens with that loaded rubber chicken!
Ace: It has a name.
Blackfront: And I won't be saying it.
Jestal grabs Stevens and throws him back into the ring as Harmen recovers and stares at him, shouting, “What the hell!” Jestal cackles and laughs at Jack, tossing his head back in wild glee, before flipping his own body over the guardrail and rushing from the scene of the crime, rubber chicken in tow.
Blackfront: I don’t think Harmen knew Jestal had even set up that table! Nor that Jestal continued the assault after Harmen tossed Stevens over! That superkick REALLY rang his bell.
Ace: Are you serious? He’s a twenty five year veteran. He has ring presence. He knew exactly what he was doing, because he’s working with that clown prince of nuisance!
Blackfront: You’re inferring.
Ace: I’m just not blind. You can turn your back on the signs, but I’m looking at it front and center Blackfront.
Harmen shakes his head, none-too pleased. He looks at the fallen Stevens, and then grabs a steel chair. He climbs up the top turnbuckles, and looks around at the confused crowd.
Blackfront: Five and a half star frogsplash! Steel chair assisted! That might even be a six star!
Ace: Harmen is obviously capitalizing on Jestal’s distraction. C’mon Blackfront. Will you admit it now?
Blackfront: Oh shut up Ace. Harmen’s hooking both legs for the cover.
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The crowd cheers as Jack Harmen has his hand raised by the official. “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne rings out over the pa system, as Jack looks around the arena, searching for Jestal in the crowd. It’s just a sea of faithful fans, and Harmen shakes hishead, rubbing the bridge of his temple.
Blackfront: Harmen may have won the battle, but this war is not finished. And there may be a mad clown involved in the crossfire.
Ace: Captain. Oblivious here doesn’t want to admit this war is a handicapped one.
Blackfront: Would you stop it!
Ace: Only when you open your eyes you blind fool