Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 19, 2017 9:21:31 GMT
Scott Stevens vs David Hightower
Blackfront: Well folks, we’ve been waiting for this one for a long time now. This has been building for weeks!
“A Country Boy Can Survive” By Hank Williams begins to play over the loudspeaker. The fans boo as David Hightower waists no time coming through the curtain.
Ace: Oh yea! It’s on now!
Jordan: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a NO DISQUALIFICATIONS match! Coming to the ring first, hailing from West Memphis, Arkansas… weighing in at 250 lbs…. The Toughest Dog In The Yard…. David HIGHTOOOWWWWEEEERRRRRRRR!
David ignors the fans who reach for him, as well as the ones who boo. He heads straight for the ring, and rubs the cast on his arm. He rolls in, and walks to his corner, no flash, no posing, he’s ready for a fight.
As Hightower paces back in forth in his corner like a rabid dog, 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: No more sneak attacks, no more tag matches, we are finally getting the one on one match everyone has been waiting for especially this man.
Ace: There can only be one winner and that will be David Hightower!
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.
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 down at his opponent.
Jordan: This...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Blackfront: The intensity in Stevens’ eyes says it all.
Ace: Hightower is about to knock that intensity out like he has done since the beginning.
As the music begins to fade out, David Hightower stomps around the ring.
Blackfront: Stevens can not wait to get his hands on David, you can see it in his eyes.
Scott steps up, his stare never leaving Hightower, who finally walks over. The two stand nose to nose in the center of the ring as the bell sounds. The fans go crazy.
Blackfront: These two men are ready to go.
Ace: It's going to be explosive!
They begin yelling at each other, aggression filling the atmosphere as they move in even closer, literally standing face to face. Finally, David pulls his fist back and brings a hard shot to the side of Steven’s head.
Blackfront: And we're off! Stevens rocked by that shot, now returning with his own. Another hard right from Hightower. Scott Stevens replies with a jarring fist of his own.
Ace: Out of the gate these two are bringing it!
The fans go crazy as they slam their fist into each other's heads back and forward. Hightower yet to use the cast on his arm.
Blackfront: Stevens grabs Hightowers arm. He whi- No! reversal. The Texan sent running. off of the ropes. He ducks a clothesline attempt by the West Memphis native. Off of the ropes again. on the return, he leaps...
Scott Stevens thrusts everything he has with a flying shoulder block.
Blackfront: And Stevens takes David off his feet with that shoulder!
The fans cheer. Scott quickly rolls over and pushes up, as does Hightower
Blackfront: Both men back on their feet quickly. The shorter but stronger Hightower charges Scott Stevens. This time he ducks another clothesline.
They both swing around to face each other.
Blackfront: David Hightower now with a boot to the gut of the Scorpion!
David grabs Scott’s head and yanks it backward, sending him to the canvas.
Ace: Stevens started out with momentum, but once Hightower gets turned on, there's no stopping him.
Blackfront: The Toughest Dog in the Yard now stomping away at his opponent with pure aggression. This is what he is known for folks, unadulterated hate.
He stomps Stevens, making his way around him as he stomps different parts of his body.
Blackfront: David Hightower now lifting Stevens back up.
Sliding behind him, David placing him in a modified Nelson, grabbing Stevens face and pulling backward.
Blackfront: Stevens trying to get free, but the power of Hightower may be too much.
Ace: I hate to say it Jason, but I think Stoovins picked off more than he could chew when he challenged Hightower to this match.
Blackfront: You may be right Tommy. He is trying to fight free.
Stevens is finally able to wiggle free as he stomps the foot. Scott rolls around behind Hightower, slaps him in his own full nelson lock as the fans cheer.
Blackfront: The Scorpion able to free himself and now has David locked in. He lifts up... FULL NELSON SLAM BY SCOTT STEVENS!
The fans cheer as Hightower hits the canvas and the ring shakes
Ace: Stevens able to change things up, but he's got to be weak. He needs to end this one soon. This is a No DQ match and we’re yet to see any rules broken! What the hell!?
Blackfront: Scott Stevens is indeed not one hundred percent right now after the last WrestleUTA on Hulu, where he was thrown off the stage, but he is still in this, as he lifts Hightower up to his feet by his good arm.
Hightower swings his fist/cast up as he rises, catching Stevens off guard and knocking the Texan straight onto his back. Hightower takes a minute to catch his breath before locking his eyes on the Texan.
Blackfront: There it is! The first use of that cast by David Hightower, he’s been using that thing as a weapon for weeks!
Ace: Ha! I love it! That’s what Stevens gets for breaking the hand of The West Memphis Maniac!
Hightower moves over to where Stevens is starting to stand up and clubs him again on the upper back. Stevens arches his back in pain as the sick thud of the cast meets skin. After three blows to the back Stevens is floored onto his stomach. Hightower holds the cast up high and the fans toss the boos.
Ace: This match will be much shorter than anticipated if Hightower keeps this up!
Blackfront: You’re not kidding Tommy, that cast has to feel like a ton of bricks dropping across the back of Scott Stevens.
Stevens crawls to the ropes, slides underneath, and begins to get up on the apron. Hightower sees this, walks over and swings for the fences with the cast. Scott Stevens ducks at the last second, grabs the head of Hightower and brings him down neck first across the top rope! Hightower stumbles to the middle of the ring holding his throat. Stevens takes the opportunity to get back in the ring as David turns back around.
Blackfront: David charges... Once more Stevens ducks the clothesline.
Both men turn to each other.
Blackfront: Scott with a boot to the gut! He grabs the arm... Hightower whipped hard into the ropes. Stevens follows...
As Hightower hits, The Texan throws his arm out and catches him, sending him over the top rope and crashing to the floor.
Blackfront: David Hightower hits the ground with force!
Ace: I don't care who you are Jason, that floor does not feel good.
Blackfront: David didn't get the scars on his body by being in safe matches.
Stevens steps through the ropes and to the apron as Hightower rolls over and begins to push up.
Blackfront: Stevens heading outside of the ring now. He grabs the head of Hightower, lifting hi- NO! with a shot to the midsection, and another. Hightower is up... Stevens sent hard into the barrier!
The fans slap the back of Stevens as he is propped up on the barrier. Hightower runs at him.
Blackfront: CLOTHESLINE BY DAVID HIGHTOWER! STEVENS IS IN THE FANS SECTION!
The Texan goes over the top of the barrier and crashes into the front row. David lets out a loud roar of testosterone.
Blackfront: David Hightower searching under the ring for something.
Ace: Oh this can't be good Jason.
Blackfront: It looks as if he is pulling out a table.
He slides the table out, lifting it as he stands up. He begins pulling the legs down as Stevens uses the barrier to begin pulling himself to his feet.
Blackfront: Hightower has that table set up outside. This is not good at all.
Ace: Maybe you should just call it a day Stoovins...
He heads over and slams a forearm into the back of Stevens before grabbing his head and yanking him over the top of the barrier. He continues to hold his head, grabbing the shorts of Scott before lifting him up and dropping him backwards through the table.
Blackfront: OH MY GOD! SCOTT STEVENS THROUGH THE TABLE!
Ace: He may be dead Jason!
The fans are on their feet with excitement chanting HOLT SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Hightower rolls over and stands up
Blackfront: The Toughest Dog in the Yard admiring his handy work as Stevens lies motionless.
Ace: How could he not be?
Hightower grabs Stevens by the head and lifts him up and sets him against the ring post.
Blackfront: David looking to put the Texas legend away now and quite frankly I'm glad. No man's body should have to go through that!
Hightower backs up and comes running full speed toward Scott Stevens. He puts the cast out and tries to smash the face of Stevens which is sandwhiched by the ring post.
Ace: Oh No!
Blackfront: Stevens moved! It looks like Hightowers cast met straight steel on that one! And he is hurting!
Scott Stevens shakes the cobwebs loose and looks around. He sees Hightower favoring his hand and looks to take over. He reaches over the guardrail and grabs a folding chair. He closes it, and turns around at the same time as his opponent. Stevens reacts quicker and shoves the end of the chair into the gut of David Hightower. He doubles over, Stevens lifts the chair high above his head and comes crashing down across the back of David Hightower.
Ace: Hey! What’s going on here!? I thought Hightower was gunna cream this guy!?
Blackfront: Stevens now lifts Hightower back up, and he...is he?... He’s pinning the cast of David Hightower against the ringpost and...OH MY GOD!
Ace: OWWWWWWWWWIE!
Stevens blasts the cast with the steel chair, slamming it against the ringpost as well. The pain on Hightowers face is incredulous as he drops to his knees holding his wrist. The camera zooms in.
Ace: Jason! There’s a crack in the cast from that chair shot! You can’t do that to an injured man!
Blackfront: Hightower has been driving Stevens mad for weeks, what are you talking about!? But yes, there is most definitely a break in that cast folks, and it looks like Stevens has found it himself!
Stevens tries to use his fingers to pry at the cast but a swipe from the other arm of Hightower makes him realize that won’t work. So he tries another tactic….
Blackfront: Stevens has the cast and arm of Hightower and he’s slamming it repeatedly into that ring post!
Ace: There’s pieces of cast falling off with each shot! Disqualify that man!
Blackfront: This match is No DQ Tommy!
On about the fifth or sixth slam into the post, the cast finally breaks away and all that's left is the hand of Hightower. He clutches at it, trying to get his arm back from Stevens but he throws it against the post unguarded one time for good measure.
Blackfront: Hightower is hurt! Hightower is hurt! Stevens may have shattered that arm into a million pieces!
Ace: Stop the match! He has a broken hand!
The announcer’s pleas fall on deaf ears as Hightower rolls around clutching his wrist in pain. Stevens sees the steel chair lying on the ground a few feet away and a sinister grin forms over the Texan’s face as he walks over and picks it up.
Ace: Oh God! You’re above this Stevens!
Blackfront: After what Hightower has done to him over the last few weeks do you blame him?
Stevens holds the chair up and the arena goes berserk.
Ace: What’s wrong with these people?!?!?!? Can’t wait until Trump builds the Wall and they all get deported! Disgusting heathens!
Hightower looks back at Stevens and a rare look of fear fills the Big Dog’s eyes as he sees the chair in Stevens hands. Hightower begins to crawl to safety but Stevens stalks him around the ring looking to vent his built up frustration. Stevens makes a beeline at the West Memphis native as introduces his metal knee brace to the back of Hightower’s head.
Blackfront: Don’t Mess With Texas from Stevens!
Ace: Fuck Texas!
Stevens begins to stomp away on Hightower targeting the head and arm of Hightower. With each stomp to the head we begin to see blood beginning to trickle down onto the mat.
Blackfront: Hightower’s been busted open! Stevens draws first blood!
Ace: MEDIC!
Stevens takes a few steps back before running and kicking Hightower in the side which sends all the air out of the Big Dog causing Hightower to roll over onto his back gasping for air and we see his face is dripping with blood. Stevens stands over Hightower and begins a verbal assault of him before loudly ending the barrage with a hearty, “FUCK YOU!”
Ace: This is a PG show! Stevens is trying to get us cancelled with his foul language and brutal assault of a handicapped man! Some role model he is ladies and gentlemen.
Blackfront: You dropped the F-bomb a few…..
Ace: Shut the fuck up!
Stevens slowly raises the steel chair high above his head.
Blackfront: Stevens is looking to finish of Hightower right here.
Ace: I can’t look!
However, the end isn’t near as the match continues as Hightower goes low with a quick kick to the Texan’s privates.
Blackfront: Desperation move by Hightower and the match continues.
Ace: Desperation? He had it perfectly planned!
Stevens drops the chair and to one knee as he tries to catch his breath giving the Big Dog time to recover.
Blackfront: Hightower’s back up and he doesn’t look happy.
Ace: Is he ever happy?
Hightower feels the back of his head and when he sees his own blood all he sees is red. Blood begins to drip down the face of Hightower as he lets out a primal roar and charges at Stevens who is back to his feet.
Blackfront: The Dog’s Pounce!
The momentum sends Stevens stumbling backwards and the side of his face connects with the steel ring post causing flesh to be sliced open and blood to flow.
Ace: Bleed Stevens! BLEEEEEEED!
While Stevens tries to clear the blood from his eyes, Hightower lifts the ring apron up and begins to look for something.
Blackfront: Oh god, Hightower is looking for something to inflict more pain.
Ace: I wonder what it could be?
We soon find out what The Big Dog was looking for as he brings out a steel chain with a metal padlock on the end.
Blackfront: Hightower and his patented chain. Stevens needs to get out of dodge here.
Ace: We aren’t in Dodge we are in Hotlanta!
Blackfront: Oy vey.
Hightower extends the chain and charges at Stevens looking to decapitate him but the Texan bends down and sends Hightower flying overhead with a back body drop.
Blackfront: Stevens narrowly escaped having his head taken off and this is the moment he needs to take control of the match.
Ace: Biased much?
Before Stevens can take advantage of the situation Hightower is back up to his feet and he lashes his chain at the Texan which causes the former Wildfire champion to wince in pain.
Blackfront: That padlock just connected with the spine of Stevens.
Ace: Steel always wins against bone.
Stevens begins to crawl on all fours as Hightower begins to use his chain as a whip and connects with Stevens’ back once again causing the Texan to yell out in pain.
Blackfront: Stevens showing tremendous heart and fortitude here tonight, but Hightower may be just too much to handle for the Scorpion.
Ace: Well Texans are naturally stupid.
Hightower continues to stalk his prey and goes to whip Stevens once more who quickly rolls into the ring to avoid the hit and the Big Dog follows him in. Hightower circles Stevens swinging his chain and goes to whip him, and Stevens rolls out of the way and rocks Hightower with a jumping European uppercut.
Blackfront: Debbie Does Dallas!
The uppercut sends Hightower back into the nearest corner. Stevens slaps his face to stay alert as his face is a crimson mask now.
Ace: Stevens looks like a used tampon.
The Scorpion runs towards the corner and jumps connecting with a splash in the corner.
Blackfront: Stinger Splash from the Scorpion and he’s looking to end it right now!
Stevens kicks Hightower in the gut and goes for the Toxic Sting but there is some fight left in the Big Dog as he shoves the Texan away.
Ace: Hightower isn’t Old Yeller, you can’t put him down that easily.
As Stevens turns around he sees Hightower charging at him with chain extended and ducks underneath.
Blackfront: Stevens escapes decapitation again.
Ace: He has to be the luckiest man on the planet.
Stevens turns around and catches a chain to the side. Hightower continues to whip Stevens unmercifully until Stevens catches it and grabs ahold of the chain. Stevens quickly wraps it around his hand and wrist and catches Hightower off guard as he yanks him forward and sends him into the corner with a chain shot.
Blackfront: Stevens has the chain now and he is looking to tee off on Hightower.
Stevens begins to unload rights to the body and face of Hightower. Stevens continues the onslaught until a rake of the eyes by Hightower sends the Texan back holding his eyes.
Ace: That’s what I’m talking about! Get him!
Hightower shakes the cobwebs out and charges at Stevens once again knocking the Texan loopy with a lariat. Hightower points to the announce table on the outside as he places Stevens between his legs.
Blackfront: He’s not…..
Ace: I’m getting the hell out of the way!
Hightower lifts Stevens up and Stevens begins pounding away at the Big Dog with his right hand with the chain still wrapped around it. After the third shot to the face Hightower loses his grip and drops to a knee dazed. Stevens takes the chain and begins to tie it around the neck of Hightower. Stevens grabs Hightower by the back of his jeans and tosses him over the top rope and holds onto the chain causes the Big Dog to grasp at the chain as he hangs there.
Blackfront: Stevens just used Closing Time on Hightower and the Big Dog is trying to get free.
The fight from Hightower slowly begins to fade as his breathing begins to grow shorter and shorter and his eyes slowly roll until the back of his head as he goes limp. The referee quickly checks him as he shakes his arm and quickly signals for the bell.
Jordan: And your winner of the match by technical knockout...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Blackfront: Stevens did it! He did the impossible!
Ace: Bullshit! it was a fluke! He got lucky!
As the bell sounds Stevens lets go of the chain and Hightower falls the to the ground as EMTs and other medical staff rush to ringside to check on Hightower as Stevens as his hand raised high in victory. The medical staff tries to stop Stevens so he can be examined, he brushes them off and waves to the fans who continue to cheer for him!
Blackfront: What a hell of a match! What a war!
Ace: And we still have one more match!
Fade.
Blackfront: Well folks, we’ve been waiting for this one for a long time now. This has been building for weeks!
“A Country Boy Can Survive” By Hank Williams begins to play over the loudspeaker. The fans boo as David Hightower waists no time coming through the curtain.
Ace: Oh yea! It’s on now!
Jordan: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a NO DISQUALIFICATIONS match! Coming to the ring first, hailing from West Memphis, Arkansas… weighing in at 250 lbs…. The Toughest Dog In The Yard…. David HIGHTOOOWWWWEEEERRRRRRRR!
David ignors the fans who reach for him, as well as the ones who boo. He heads straight for the ring, and rubs the cast on his arm. He rolls in, and walks to his corner, no flash, no posing, he’s ready for a fight.
As Hightower paces back in forth in his corner like a rabid dog, 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: No more sneak attacks, no more tag matches, we are finally getting the one on one match everyone has been waiting for especially this man.
Ace: There can only be one winner and that will be David Hightower!
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.
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 down at his opponent.
Jordan: This...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Blackfront: The intensity in Stevens’ eyes says it all.
Ace: Hightower is about to knock that intensity out like he has done since the beginning.
As the music begins to fade out, David Hightower stomps around the ring.
Blackfront: Stevens can not wait to get his hands on David, you can see it in his eyes.
Scott steps up, his stare never leaving Hightower, who finally walks over. The two stand nose to nose in the center of the ring as the bell sounds. The fans go crazy.
Blackfront: These two men are ready to go.
Ace: It's going to be explosive!
They begin yelling at each other, aggression filling the atmosphere as they move in even closer, literally standing face to face. Finally, David pulls his fist back and brings a hard shot to the side of Steven’s head.
Blackfront: And we're off! Stevens rocked by that shot, now returning with his own. Another hard right from Hightower. Scott Stevens replies with a jarring fist of his own.
Ace: Out of the gate these two are bringing it!
The fans go crazy as they slam their fist into each other's heads back and forward. Hightower yet to use the cast on his arm.
Blackfront: Stevens grabs Hightowers arm. He whi- No! reversal. The Texan sent running. off of the ropes. He ducks a clothesline attempt by the West Memphis native. Off of the ropes again. on the return, he leaps...
Scott Stevens thrusts everything he has with a flying shoulder block.
Blackfront: And Stevens takes David off his feet with that shoulder!
The fans cheer. Scott quickly rolls over and pushes up, as does Hightower
Blackfront: Both men back on their feet quickly. The shorter but stronger Hightower charges Scott Stevens. This time he ducks another clothesline.
They both swing around to face each other.
Blackfront: David Hightower now with a boot to the gut of the Scorpion!
David grabs Scott’s head and yanks it backward, sending him to the canvas.
Ace: Stevens started out with momentum, but once Hightower gets turned on, there's no stopping him.
Blackfront: The Toughest Dog in the Yard now stomping away at his opponent with pure aggression. This is what he is known for folks, unadulterated hate.
He stomps Stevens, making his way around him as he stomps different parts of his body.
Blackfront: David Hightower now lifting Stevens back up.
Sliding behind him, David placing him in a modified Nelson, grabbing Stevens face and pulling backward.
Blackfront: Stevens trying to get free, but the power of Hightower may be too much.
Ace: I hate to say it Jason, but I think Stoovins picked off more than he could chew when he challenged Hightower to this match.
Blackfront: You may be right Tommy. He is trying to fight free.
Stevens is finally able to wiggle free as he stomps the foot. Scott rolls around behind Hightower, slaps him in his own full nelson lock as the fans cheer.
Blackfront: The Scorpion able to free himself and now has David locked in. He lifts up... FULL NELSON SLAM BY SCOTT STEVENS!
The fans cheer as Hightower hits the canvas and the ring shakes
Ace: Stevens able to change things up, but he's got to be weak. He needs to end this one soon. This is a No DQ match and we’re yet to see any rules broken! What the hell!?
Blackfront: Scott Stevens is indeed not one hundred percent right now after the last WrestleUTA on Hulu, where he was thrown off the stage, but he is still in this, as he lifts Hightower up to his feet by his good arm.
Hightower swings his fist/cast up as he rises, catching Stevens off guard and knocking the Texan straight onto his back. Hightower takes a minute to catch his breath before locking his eyes on the Texan.
Blackfront: There it is! The first use of that cast by David Hightower, he’s been using that thing as a weapon for weeks!
Ace: Ha! I love it! That’s what Stevens gets for breaking the hand of The West Memphis Maniac!
Hightower moves over to where Stevens is starting to stand up and clubs him again on the upper back. Stevens arches his back in pain as the sick thud of the cast meets skin. After three blows to the back Stevens is floored onto his stomach. Hightower holds the cast up high and the fans toss the boos.
Ace: This match will be much shorter than anticipated if Hightower keeps this up!
Blackfront: You’re not kidding Tommy, that cast has to feel like a ton of bricks dropping across the back of Scott Stevens.
Stevens crawls to the ropes, slides underneath, and begins to get up on the apron. Hightower sees this, walks over and swings for the fences with the cast. Scott Stevens ducks at the last second, grabs the head of Hightower and brings him down neck first across the top rope! Hightower stumbles to the middle of the ring holding his throat. Stevens takes the opportunity to get back in the ring as David turns back around.
Blackfront: David charges... Once more Stevens ducks the clothesline.
Both men turn to each other.
Blackfront: Scott with a boot to the gut! He grabs the arm... Hightower whipped hard into the ropes. Stevens follows...
As Hightower hits, The Texan throws his arm out and catches him, sending him over the top rope and crashing to the floor.
Blackfront: David Hightower hits the ground with force!
Ace: I don't care who you are Jason, that floor does not feel good.
Blackfront: David didn't get the scars on his body by being in safe matches.
Stevens steps through the ropes and to the apron as Hightower rolls over and begins to push up.
Blackfront: Stevens heading outside of the ring now. He grabs the head of Hightower, lifting hi- NO! with a shot to the midsection, and another. Hightower is up... Stevens sent hard into the barrier!
The fans slap the back of Stevens as he is propped up on the barrier. Hightower runs at him.
Blackfront: CLOTHESLINE BY DAVID HIGHTOWER! STEVENS IS IN THE FANS SECTION!
The Texan goes over the top of the barrier and crashes into the front row. David lets out a loud roar of testosterone.
Blackfront: David Hightower searching under the ring for something.
Ace: Oh this can't be good Jason.
Blackfront: It looks as if he is pulling out a table.
He slides the table out, lifting it as he stands up. He begins pulling the legs down as Stevens uses the barrier to begin pulling himself to his feet.
Blackfront: Hightower has that table set up outside. This is not good at all.
Ace: Maybe you should just call it a day Stoovins...
He heads over and slams a forearm into the back of Stevens before grabbing his head and yanking him over the top of the barrier. He continues to hold his head, grabbing the shorts of Scott before lifting him up and dropping him backwards through the table.
Blackfront: OH MY GOD! SCOTT STEVENS THROUGH THE TABLE!
Ace: He may be dead Jason!
The fans are on their feet with excitement chanting HOLT SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Hightower rolls over and stands up
Blackfront: The Toughest Dog in the Yard admiring his handy work as Stevens lies motionless.
Ace: How could he not be?
Hightower grabs Stevens by the head and lifts him up and sets him against the ring post.
Blackfront: David looking to put the Texas legend away now and quite frankly I'm glad. No man's body should have to go through that!
Hightower backs up and comes running full speed toward Scott Stevens. He puts the cast out and tries to smash the face of Stevens which is sandwhiched by the ring post.
Ace: Oh No!
Blackfront: Stevens moved! It looks like Hightowers cast met straight steel on that one! And he is hurting!
Scott Stevens shakes the cobwebs loose and looks around. He sees Hightower favoring his hand and looks to take over. He reaches over the guardrail and grabs a folding chair. He closes it, and turns around at the same time as his opponent. Stevens reacts quicker and shoves the end of the chair into the gut of David Hightower. He doubles over, Stevens lifts the chair high above his head and comes crashing down across the back of David Hightower.
Ace: Hey! What’s going on here!? I thought Hightower was gunna cream this guy!?
Blackfront: Stevens now lifts Hightower back up, and he...is he?... He’s pinning the cast of David Hightower against the ringpost and...OH MY GOD!
Ace: OWWWWWWWWWIE!
Stevens blasts the cast with the steel chair, slamming it against the ringpost as well. The pain on Hightowers face is incredulous as he drops to his knees holding his wrist. The camera zooms in.
Ace: Jason! There’s a crack in the cast from that chair shot! You can’t do that to an injured man!
Blackfront: Hightower has been driving Stevens mad for weeks, what are you talking about!? But yes, there is most definitely a break in that cast folks, and it looks like Stevens has found it himself!
Stevens tries to use his fingers to pry at the cast but a swipe from the other arm of Hightower makes him realize that won’t work. So he tries another tactic….
Blackfront: Stevens has the cast and arm of Hightower and he’s slamming it repeatedly into that ring post!
Ace: There’s pieces of cast falling off with each shot! Disqualify that man!
Blackfront: This match is No DQ Tommy!
On about the fifth or sixth slam into the post, the cast finally breaks away and all that's left is the hand of Hightower. He clutches at it, trying to get his arm back from Stevens but he throws it against the post unguarded one time for good measure.
Blackfront: Hightower is hurt! Hightower is hurt! Stevens may have shattered that arm into a million pieces!
Ace: Stop the match! He has a broken hand!
The announcer’s pleas fall on deaf ears as Hightower rolls around clutching his wrist in pain. Stevens sees the steel chair lying on the ground a few feet away and a sinister grin forms over the Texan’s face as he walks over and picks it up.
Ace: Oh God! You’re above this Stevens!
Blackfront: After what Hightower has done to him over the last few weeks do you blame him?
Stevens holds the chair up and the arena goes berserk.
Ace: What’s wrong with these people?!?!?!? Can’t wait until Trump builds the Wall and they all get deported! Disgusting heathens!
Hightower looks back at Stevens and a rare look of fear fills the Big Dog’s eyes as he sees the chair in Stevens hands. Hightower begins to crawl to safety but Stevens stalks him around the ring looking to vent his built up frustration. Stevens makes a beeline at the West Memphis native as introduces his metal knee brace to the back of Hightower’s head.
Blackfront: Don’t Mess With Texas from Stevens!
Ace: Fuck Texas!
Stevens begins to stomp away on Hightower targeting the head and arm of Hightower. With each stomp to the head we begin to see blood beginning to trickle down onto the mat.
Blackfront: Hightower’s been busted open! Stevens draws first blood!
Ace: MEDIC!
Stevens takes a few steps back before running and kicking Hightower in the side which sends all the air out of the Big Dog causing Hightower to roll over onto his back gasping for air and we see his face is dripping with blood. Stevens stands over Hightower and begins a verbal assault of him before loudly ending the barrage with a hearty, “FUCK YOU!”
Ace: This is a PG show! Stevens is trying to get us cancelled with his foul language and brutal assault of a handicapped man! Some role model he is ladies and gentlemen.
Blackfront: You dropped the F-bomb a few…..
Ace: Shut the fuck up!
Stevens slowly raises the steel chair high above his head.
Blackfront: Stevens is looking to finish of Hightower right here.
Ace: I can’t look!
However, the end isn’t near as the match continues as Hightower goes low with a quick kick to the Texan’s privates.
Blackfront: Desperation move by Hightower and the match continues.
Ace: Desperation? He had it perfectly planned!
Stevens drops the chair and to one knee as he tries to catch his breath giving the Big Dog time to recover.
Blackfront: Hightower’s back up and he doesn’t look happy.
Ace: Is he ever happy?
Hightower feels the back of his head and when he sees his own blood all he sees is red. Blood begins to drip down the face of Hightower as he lets out a primal roar and charges at Stevens who is back to his feet.
Blackfront: The Dog’s Pounce!
The momentum sends Stevens stumbling backwards and the side of his face connects with the steel ring post causing flesh to be sliced open and blood to flow.
Ace: Bleed Stevens! BLEEEEEEED!
While Stevens tries to clear the blood from his eyes, Hightower lifts the ring apron up and begins to look for something.
Blackfront: Oh god, Hightower is looking for something to inflict more pain.
Ace: I wonder what it could be?
We soon find out what The Big Dog was looking for as he brings out a steel chain with a metal padlock on the end.
Blackfront: Hightower and his patented chain. Stevens needs to get out of dodge here.
Ace: We aren’t in Dodge we are in Hotlanta!
Blackfront: Oy vey.
Hightower extends the chain and charges at Stevens looking to decapitate him but the Texan bends down and sends Hightower flying overhead with a back body drop.
Blackfront: Stevens narrowly escaped having his head taken off and this is the moment he needs to take control of the match.
Ace: Biased much?
Before Stevens can take advantage of the situation Hightower is back up to his feet and he lashes his chain at the Texan which causes the former Wildfire champion to wince in pain.
Blackfront: That padlock just connected with the spine of Stevens.
Ace: Steel always wins against bone.
Stevens begins to crawl on all fours as Hightower begins to use his chain as a whip and connects with Stevens’ back once again causing the Texan to yell out in pain.
Blackfront: Stevens showing tremendous heart and fortitude here tonight, but Hightower may be just too much to handle for the Scorpion.
Ace: Well Texans are naturally stupid.
Hightower continues to stalk his prey and goes to whip Stevens once more who quickly rolls into the ring to avoid the hit and the Big Dog follows him in. Hightower circles Stevens swinging his chain and goes to whip him, and Stevens rolls out of the way and rocks Hightower with a jumping European uppercut.
Blackfront: Debbie Does Dallas!
The uppercut sends Hightower back into the nearest corner. Stevens slaps his face to stay alert as his face is a crimson mask now.
Ace: Stevens looks like a used tampon.
The Scorpion runs towards the corner and jumps connecting with a splash in the corner.
Blackfront: Stinger Splash from the Scorpion and he’s looking to end it right now!
Stevens kicks Hightower in the gut and goes for the Toxic Sting but there is some fight left in the Big Dog as he shoves the Texan away.
Ace: Hightower isn’t Old Yeller, you can’t put him down that easily.
As Stevens turns around he sees Hightower charging at him with chain extended and ducks underneath.
Blackfront: Stevens escapes decapitation again.
Ace: He has to be the luckiest man on the planet.
Stevens turns around and catches a chain to the side. Hightower continues to whip Stevens unmercifully until Stevens catches it and grabs ahold of the chain. Stevens quickly wraps it around his hand and wrist and catches Hightower off guard as he yanks him forward and sends him into the corner with a chain shot.
Blackfront: Stevens has the chain now and he is looking to tee off on Hightower.
Stevens begins to unload rights to the body and face of Hightower. Stevens continues the onslaught until a rake of the eyes by Hightower sends the Texan back holding his eyes.
Ace: That’s what I’m talking about! Get him!
Hightower shakes the cobwebs out and charges at Stevens once again knocking the Texan loopy with a lariat. Hightower points to the announce table on the outside as he places Stevens between his legs.
Blackfront: He’s not…..
Ace: I’m getting the hell out of the way!
Hightower lifts Stevens up and Stevens begins pounding away at the Big Dog with his right hand with the chain still wrapped around it. After the third shot to the face Hightower loses his grip and drops to a knee dazed. Stevens takes the chain and begins to tie it around the neck of Hightower. Stevens grabs Hightower by the back of his jeans and tosses him over the top rope and holds onto the chain causes the Big Dog to grasp at the chain as he hangs there.
Blackfront: Stevens just used Closing Time on Hightower and the Big Dog is trying to get free.
The fight from Hightower slowly begins to fade as his breathing begins to grow shorter and shorter and his eyes slowly roll until the back of his head as he goes limp. The referee quickly checks him as he shakes his arm and quickly signals for the bell.
Jordan: And your winner of the match by technical knockout...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Blackfront: Stevens did it! He did the impossible!
Ace: Bullshit! it was a fluke! He got lucky!
As the bell sounds Stevens lets go of the chain and Hightower falls the to the ground as EMTs and other medical staff rush to ringside to check on Hightower as Stevens as his hand raised high in victory. The medical staff tries to stop Stevens so he can be examined, he brushes them off and waves to the fans who continue to cheer for him!
Blackfront: What a hell of a match! What a war!
Ace: And we still have one more match!
Fade.