Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 20, 2017 6:07:23 GMT
SCOTT STEVENS VS. EL TREBOL JR.
Williams: After that blockbuster announcement, it’s main event time, folks! El Trébol Jr. gets his second shot at UTA gold, and this time, it comes against our reigning Wildfire Champion!
Emo: This is Stevens’ first defence of the belt he took from Colton Thorpe a few weeks ago at Season’s Beatings. That was a HUGE victory itself, but I can almost guarantee that El Trébol Jr. is unlike any competitor he’s ever faced before.
Williams: A midget luchador with two redneck sidekicks and a green bodysuit. I’d say that’s a safe assessment, Doc, but Trébol’s had quite the impact here in the UTA, and already has a win over the reigning UTA Champion, Sean Jackson, to his name.
Emo: You’re absolutely right, Jen. This is gonna be one hell of a fight!
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the UTA Wildfire Championship!
The slow intro to "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya" begins to play over the PA system as the anticipation is built until those very words are spoken. Green and Black pyros fire off up and down the stage as El Trébol Jr bursts out from the back into the ramp.
Williams: Losing to Kendrix the other week was a setback, but don’t think it’ll hinder El T’s performance tonight.
Emo: This Little Green Bean fights with a passion that belies his diminutive size, and that win over Jackson is particularly pertinent tonight…
Williams: Absolutely! Stevens fell to Jackson just a couple of weeks ago. While Trébol’s still a clear underdog here, he’s already one-upped Stevens in that regard.
Announcer: Introducing the challenger! Making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts… he stands at 4’7” and weighs-in at 120lbs...
As the music intensifies, the mini luchador practically runs down the ramp before leaping into a slide under the bottom rope.
Announcer: EL! TRÉBOOOOOLLLLLL! JUNIIIIIIIOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRR!
Rolling forward to his feet, Trébol clambers onto the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his little arms high into the air, rocking out to the song for a few moments before it finally dies away. Then, dropping to the mat, he moves over into his corner to await the start of the match.
Williams: How do you rate his chances tonight, Doc?
Emo: He absolutely has a chance. A lot of people laughed when this guy first appeared on the scene, and while hanging around with the Dibbins Boys has contributed to that, nobody can take away from his in-ring performances.
Williams: His size will always hinder him, but it does give him a significant speed advantage over the lumbering veteran Stevens. Let’s see if he can outpace the big man!
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 opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
Emo: A bad man with a bad attitude, Jen.
Williams: Stevens’s morals have taken a significant downturn since winning the strap. It’s almost like the success is going to his head.
Emo: On the contrary, Jen. I feel like Scott Stevens is finally figuring-out what he needs to do to be a UTA success, and that’s become one of the meanest competitors in the company.
Announcer: … aaaaaaaand his opponent!
The jeers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Announcer: He is the reigning, defending, UTA Wildfire Champion...
Walking down the aisle, Stevens almost laughs as he stares El Trébol Jr. down.
Announcer: Standing at 6’6”, and weighing in at 256lbs…
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
Announcer: SCOTTTTTTTTTTT! STEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNSSSSSSS!
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Williams: Stevens looks extremely confident tonight.
Emo: As he should. He’s a big hoss going into a fight with a leprechaun, and he’s developed a real champion’s attitude in recent spats with Cayle Murray and Ron Hall.
Williams: I just hope he isn’t taking Trébol lightly. The little man is no joke, and if Stevens overlooks him, he’s in for a rude awakening.
Emo: Hard not to overlook a guy who’s two feet shorter than you. Am I right?!
Williams: …
Emo: Fair enough.
Motorhead cuts, and the bell rings. Stevens, having handed his Wildfire Championship to the referee, clenches and unclenches his fists, eyeing-up his pacing opponent. He lets a smile creep across his face again he stands almost perfectly still, awaiting El Trébol’s first move.
Williams: Looks like Stevens is in no hurry to get things started.
Emo: Indeed. All he has to do is get hold of El Trébol once, but getting hold of him is a challenge in itself. There’s no need for Scott to tire himself out early-on.
The After Hours GM’s first move is to run the ropes, just to gauge a reaction from Stevens. The champ stays stoic as El Trébol stops a few feet away from him, then turns at a 90 degree angle and runs again. This time, the Green Bean stops himself from even rebounding.
Williams: Interesting approach from El Trébol here, testing the waters before diving-in.
Emo: And he’s smart not to dive-in against a beast like Stevens, Jen. Like I said, one big power move and El T’s night is over.
Unsure how to read the Wildfire champion’s lack of reaction, El Trébol keeps prodding. This time he charges right at the Texan, and baseball slides beyond him. Stevens is relatively slow to turn, allowing El Trébol time to fire-off a couple of leg kicks, then hit the ropes before trouble finds him. El T ducks beneath a big boot on the rebound, bounces back again, and front dropkicks Stevens in the knee! Scott takes a tumble, and El Trébol backs off a little.
Williams: What a flurry from the After Hours head honcho! A couple of quick darts, followed by the first significant shot to Stevens’ vertical base.
Emo: And he didn’t jump-in like an idiot after wobbling Stevens either, and instead took a few steps back before Scott could get his hands on him. Great start.
Clutching his knee, Stevens slowly rises back up to his full height. He sees his bodysuit-clad opponent across the ring, motioning for him to come forward, and momentarily sees red. Stevens stomps towards El Trébol with menace, but the Green Bean rolls out of the ring before Scott can grab him!
Williams: El Trébol goes to the outside…
Emo: But here comes Stevens!
As soon as Scott Stevens gets to the outside, El Trébol turns on his heels and takes off around the outside. Stevens takes his first sprinting step, then stops himself, realising what’s happening. The Texan wags his finger and rolls back inside.
Emo: Ha! Scott’s wise to this! El Trébol was trying to tire him out by starting a chase, but Stevens sidestepped the trap.
Williams: Smart work from both of them, and El Trébol’s still on the outside.
Now it’s Stevens’ turn to call his opponent forward. El Trébol starts climbing the ring steps, drawing Stevens towards the corner, before ascending to the top turnbuckle. Scott swipes at him, but El Trébol hops over his head, and rolls across the ring to safety! El Trébol takes refuge in the opposite corner, and Stevens turns, shambling towards him once again.
Williams: The evasiveness continues, but here comes Stevens!
Before Scott is even halfway across the ring, El Trébol dashes out of the corner. He hits the ropes and comes back. Recalling the last time, Stevens throws a low kick, but El T jumps over it, lands on the mat, and forward rolls through. Back on his feet, he shoulder blocks the back of Stevens’ knee!
Emo: Ooof!
Williams: The Champ’s on his knees!
El Trébol throws some sharp elbows into Stevens’ kidneys! The Texan’s back arches in pain, but he’s able to start rising to his feet, but the back of his legs take a pounding from some more Green Bean leg kicks. Nonetheless, Stevens rises through the strikes, but when he turns around, El Trébol is nowhere to be found.
Emo: Jeesh, this guy is ridiculously quick!
Behind Stevens, El Trébol attacks the knee with another shoulder block. Again Stevens drops, but this time, his opponent takes a few steps back, then comes at him with a bulldog!
Williams: Down goes Scott Stevens!
Emo: Kiss the mat!
El Trébol Jr. applies the lateral press.
...1!
But Stevens’ forcefully pushes him off with both hands! As the After Hours GM rolls away, the big man starts getting up.
Emo: There’s that first display of Scott Stevens’ power, Jen, and it comes from a kick-out. That says a lot.
Williams: It does. This has been all El Trébol Jr. thus far! He’s using his speed and agility expertly, and is evading Stevens at every juncture.
Emo: The Scorpion’s gotta get his hands on the little man very, very soon, because he’ll blow-out has gas tank if he has to chase him around the ring much longer.
Williams: Make no mistake though, Stevens will be well aware of this predicament. He’s a wily ring veteran with decades of experience, and he won’t allow himself to make any silly mistakes.
Both wrestlers are back on their feet. El Trébol opts for a different approach this time, sprinting around one side of the ring, then doubling-back, and heading in the opposite direction. Scott Stevens feints to the right, forcing the quicker man to the left and adjusts his own stance to back him into the corner.
Emo: Stevens working the angles now.
Scott can’t get his hands on El Trébol, though. The little guy steps between the top and middle ropes, and runs across the apron. Once halfway across, he climbs back into the ring and runs to the ropes again.
Williams: El Trébol escapes again, but here comes Stevens!
El Trébol hears the lumbering Texan coming, hops up, and springboards off the second rope. The dropkicking hits Stevens square in the chest, stumbling him backwards.
Williams: Big move by El Trébol! Stevens is wobbling!
El Trébol, again, runs to the ropes, hops onto them, and uses the spring to propel himself at the champ. This time, however, Scott catches him…
Williams: Oh no…
Emo: Ha! Trébol went for a cross body, and he’s about to go SPLAT!
Stevens throws his body backwards, and sends El Trébol flying with the fall away slam!
Williams: There’s that power move that El Trébol had done so well to avoid.
Emo: That’s a big one, Jen! We’re about to see the tides turn.
Wearing a big smile as he climbs back to his feet, Stevens dusts his hands off, then turns to Trébol. The smaller man is in some degree of pain as Scott yanks him up by the head, then tosses him effortlessly into the corner. Stevens fires-off a series of rights and lefts to the body, crippling El Trébol’s comeback before it can begin, before doubling him over with a knife-edge chop.
Emo: And now, Jen, the punishment begins!
El Trébol stumbles out of the corner, clutching his leg, but Stevens hooks his arms from behind. The Texan pulls him high into the air, and drives his shoulders into the mat with a big full nelson slam!
Williams: Jesus Christ!
Emo: Stevens is now in firm control, Jen, and all it took was a couple of moves. That’s the advantage he has against El Trébol.
Williams: I’m not too sure about the condition of his leg though. Stevens looks to be walking with a slight limp. The focused attacks seem to have taken something away from him.
Emo: That doesn’t matter when you’re not chasing a leprechaun around though, Jen.
With his opponent down, Stevens covers.
...1!
...2!
But El Trébol kicks out.
Stevens just smirks, rises to a knelt position, and shakes his head.
Williams: It’s gonna take a bit more than that to put El Trébol away, Doc. This guy’s got heart.
Scott wraps his arms around El Trébol’s torso and deadlifts him off the mat. He pulls backwards with the gutwrench suplex…
Emo: He landed on his feet!
A little wobbly, sure, but El T’s catlike agility comes through! He ducks beneath Scott’s attempt to grab him, and kicks the leg again!
Williams: El Trébol is back in this!
A second kick sents Scott to the knelt position, and El Trébol steps back, dashes forward, and spins around Stevens’ head.
Emo: Tornado DD--
Williams: NO!
As El Trébol comes back around, however, Stevens grabs his little body and slides him across his shoulders. Scott falls backwards, neutralising El Trébol with a big Samoan drop!
Emo: I knew this would happen eventually, Jennifer! A third power move in relatively quick succession, and the Little Green Bean is out of commission.
Williams: He’s not out of the fight, but Stevens is just too good a wrestler to not inflict some serious offence sooner or later. It took a while, but he’s really cooking now.
Back on his feet, Stevens wanders across the ring instead of continuing the assault. He leans against the ropes, catching his breath.
Emo: A lot of mileage on that body, Jen. This is some valuable recovery time.
Williams: But he can’t be too lax, Doc. For all the punishment he’s taken, El Trébol can spring into action out of nowhere.
Stevens, however, goes back to his challenger before that can happen. He puts hands on El Trébol and hoists him back to his feet. A knee that would hit a normal man’s gut catches El Trébol in the solar plexus and stumbles him to the ropes. Scott follows and puts two hands to El Trébol’s throat, blatantly choking him.
Williams: C’mon, ref!
The referee rightly begins the count, but Scott pulls El T away from the ropes before he’s in any real danger of being DQ’d. Stevens wrenches Trébol’s little arm, then cleans him out with a big hook kick.
Emo: That’ll clean any man’s clock, let alone a guy who’s 4’7” short.
Williams: Stevens is known for his power game, but also brings a significant striking acumen to the fight.
Emo: He’s as tough as old boots, and can dish it out with the best of him. Those qualities, coupled with his newfound ruthless streak, make him a worthy Wildfire Champion!
Standing tall over his fallen challenger, Stevens mockingly kicks El Trébol softly in the side a couple of times. Laughing hard, he lets him get to all fours, before coming forward and punting him viciously punting him in the stomach!
Williams: OHHHHHH!
Emo: Just like Jack Black in Anchorman, Jen! That’s how Scott Stevens rolls!
El Trébol falls towards the corner. Stevens pulls him out of there, then makes the cover.
...1!
...2!
No! He kicks out!
Emo: Another let-off, Jen, but I don’t see how El Trébol gets back into this one. Scott Stevens is hitting him hard, and he can’t use that speed and agility when lying flat on his back.
Williams: His odds of winning diminish every time Stevens hurts him, but you can’t rule him out, Doc! Even though his back’s against the wall, El Trébol Jr. has demonstrated an ability to overturn lopsided odds plenty of times already.
In full offensive flow and in firm control of the match, Stevens once again pulls El Trébol to his feet. This time he tosses him onto his shoulders….
Williams: What’s he gonna do here?
… then drivers him into the mat!
Emo: Houston, We Have a Problem! That Death Valley Driver is one of Stevens’ favourite moves!
And again, Scott makes the cover.
...1!
Emo: This must be it.
...2!
...3?
…
…
…
NO! El Trébol Jr. kicks-out!
Emo: What the--?! How does he keep doing this?!
Williams: El Trébol kicks-out AGAIN! And look at the frustration from Stevens!
Stevens bashes two balled fists into the mat, then turns to the referee, holding-up three fingers.
Emo: Calm yourself down, Stevens!
Williams: The champion’s really getting riled-up now! El Trébol is proving to be incredibly tough to put away, despite all the damage he’s sustained, and Stevens isn’t liking it one bit!
Despite his rising blood pressure, the Scorpion gets back up, wipes the sweat from his brow, and grabs his opponent. He tosses El Trébol’s head between his thighs, and throws an arm in the air.
Williams: This is it, folks. Stevens is looking for the Spike Piledriver.
Emo: Finally, the Wildfire Champ puts this bold challenger out of his misery.
Stevens pulls El Trébol up. He hoists him into the air and readies to drop down.
Williams: Wait!
But El Trébol’s smaller stature comes to his rescue! He bends his knees, cross his legs and feet around Stevens’ head, and uses his core strength to sit himself up!
Williams: Great escape from El Trébol!
Emo: He’s not out of there yet, though!
El Trébol throws his fist into Stevens’ skull furiously. Stevens adjusts, and with his opponent still in the air, looks to throw him down with a powerbomb! He lifts him several inches over his shoulders, but El Trébol pushes his foots into Stevens’ forehead and flips free of the big man!
Emo: How the hell?!
Williams: He’s out! El Trébol is out!
On his feet but wobbling from all the damage taken, it takes El Trébol a moment or two to steady himself. Raging, Scott Stevens lunges at him, but Trébol ducks under the charge!
Stevens turns around…
MIS JOYAS!
Williams: He hit it!
Emo: Running groin headbutt! That’ll knock anyone down!
Knowing there’s no time to waste, El Trebol heads to a corner and climbs up the turnbuckles. It takes him a few moments to steady himself.
Williams: Can he do it, Doc?!
Emo: This is his last chance, Jen! He’s gotta pull this off!
Williams: One final shot to win! Here comes El Trebol Jr.!
The Moonsault is perfect, and El Trebol lands on Stevens’ shoulders as intended. Then comes the Inverted Frankensteiner…
Williams: Al Ver Verde!
Emo: HE HIT IT! SCOTT STEVENS IS SEEING GREEN!
Williams: What a move, Doc! What a move! And now the cover!
...1!
Emo: Kick-out, Stevens!
...2!
…
…
…
… 3!!!
Williams: WHOA!
Emo: WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
Williams: What a win, what a comeback!
Dropkick Murphys start playing over the speakers, and El Trebol Jr. climbs to his feet, both arms in the air.
Announcers: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and the NEW UTA WILDFIRE CHAMPION… EL! TREBOOOOLLLLLLL! JUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIOOOOOOORRRRRRRRR!
Emo: I can barely believe what I’ve just seen, Jen!
Williams: What a huge comeback! El Trebol felt the full brunt of Scott Stevens’ brutal offence tonight, but his continued kick-outs really frustrated the Texan!
Emo: In the end, when Stevens went for the piledriver, Trebol fought his way out of an incredibly tight spot, found his opening, an executed perfectly! It’s a huge, huge victory for the little man!
The new champions clutches his belt in both hands, admiring the prize.
Williams: El Trébol Jr. has only been a UTA wrestler for a few months, but he’s already put the World Champion away, and now he’s got a belt of his own! What a story!
Emo: From hanging-out with the Dibbins Boys to capturing one of the most prestigous titles in the game! Tonight belongs to El T!
Williams: Folks, we’re running out of time tonight! Thanks for joining us!
As the copyright symbol appears in the bottom corner, Victory goes off the air with a final shot of the new Wildfire Championship hoisting his belt in the air.
Williams: After that blockbuster announcement, it’s main event time, folks! El Trébol Jr. gets his second shot at UTA gold, and this time, it comes against our reigning Wildfire Champion!
Emo: This is Stevens’ first defence of the belt he took from Colton Thorpe a few weeks ago at Season’s Beatings. That was a HUGE victory itself, but I can almost guarantee that El Trébol Jr. is unlike any competitor he’s ever faced before.
Williams: A midget luchador with two redneck sidekicks and a green bodysuit. I’d say that’s a safe assessment, Doc, but Trébol’s had quite the impact here in the UTA, and already has a win over the reigning UTA Champion, Sean Jackson, to his name.
Emo: You’re absolutely right, Jen. This is gonna be one hell of a fight!
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the UTA Wildfire Championship!
The slow intro to "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya" begins to play over the PA system as the anticipation is built until those very words are spoken. Green and Black pyros fire off up and down the stage as El Trébol Jr bursts out from the back into the ramp.
Williams: Losing to Kendrix the other week was a setback, but don’t think it’ll hinder El T’s performance tonight.
Emo: This Little Green Bean fights with a passion that belies his diminutive size, and that win over Jackson is particularly pertinent tonight…
Williams: Absolutely! Stevens fell to Jackson just a couple of weeks ago. While Trébol’s still a clear underdog here, he’s already one-upped Stevens in that regard.
Announcer: Introducing the challenger! Making his way to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts… he stands at 4’7” and weighs-in at 120lbs...
As the music intensifies, the mini luchador practically runs down the ramp before leaping into a slide under the bottom rope.
Announcer: EL! TRÉBOOOOOLLLLLL! JUNIIIIIIIOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRR!
Rolling forward to his feet, Trébol clambers onto the nearest turnbuckle, throwing his little arms high into the air, rocking out to the song for a few moments before it finally dies away. Then, dropping to the mat, he moves over into his corner to await the start of the match.
Williams: How do you rate his chances tonight, Doc?
Emo: He absolutely has a chance. A lot of people laughed when this guy first appeared on the scene, and while hanging around with the Dibbins Boys has contributed to that, nobody can take away from his in-ring performances.
Williams: His size will always hinder him, but it does give him a significant speed advantage over the lumbering veteran Stevens. Let’s see if he can outpace the big man!
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 opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
Emo: A bad man with a bad attitude, Jen.
Williams: Stevens’s morals have taken a significant downturn since winning the strap. It’s almost like the success is going to his head.
Emo: On the contrary, Jen. I feel like Scott Stevens is finally figuring-out what he needs to do to be a UTA success, and that’s become one of the meanest competitors in the company.
Announcer: … aaaaaaaand his opponent!
The jeers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Announcer: He is the reigning, defending, UTA Wildfire Champion...
Walking down the aisle, Stevens almost laughs as he stares El Trébol Jr. down.
Announcer: Standing at 6’6”, and weighing in at 256lbs…
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
Announcer: SCOTTTTTTTTTTT! STEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNSSSSSSS!
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Williams: Stevens looks extremely confident tonight.
Emo: As he should. He’s a big hoss going into a fight with a leprechaun, and he’s developed a real champion’s attitude in recent spats with Cayle Murray and Ron Hall.
Williams: I just hope he isn’t taking Trébol lightly. The little man is no joke, and if Stevens overlooks him, he’s in for a rude awakening.
Emo: Hard not to overlook a guy who’s two feet shorter than you. Am I right?!
Williams: …
Emo: Fair enough.
Motorhead cuts, and the bell rings. Stevens, having handed his Wildfire Championship to the referee, clenches and unclenches his fists, eyeing-up his pacing opponent. He lets a smile creep across his face again he stands almost perfectly still, awaiting El Trébol’s first move.
Williams: Looks like Stevens is in no hurry to get things started.
Emo: Indeed. All he has to do is get hold of El Trébol once, but getting hold of him is a challenge in itself. There’s no need for Scott to tire himself out early-on.
The After Hours GM’s first move is to run the ropes, just to gauge a reaction from Stevens. The champ stays stoic as El Trébol stops a few feet away from him, then turns at a 90 degree angle and runs again. This time, the Green Bean stops himself from even rebounding.
Williams: Interesting approach from El Trébol here, testing the waters before diving-in.
Emo: And he’s smart not to dive-in against a beast like Stevens, Jen. Like I said, one big power move and El T’s night is over.
Unsure how to read the Wildfire champion’s lack of reaction, El Trébol keeps prodding. This time he charges right at the Texan, and baseball slides beyond him. Stevens is relatively slow to turn, allowing El Trébol time to fire-off a couple of leg kicks, then hit the ropes before trouble finds him. El T ducks beneath a big boot on the rebound, bounces back again, and front dropkicks Stevens in the knee! Scott takes a tumble, and El Trébol backs off a little.
Williams: What a flurry from the After Hours head honcho! A couple of quick darts, followed by the first significant shot to Stevens’ vertical base.
Emo: And he didn’t jump-in like an idiot after wobbling Stevens either, and instead took a few steps back before Scott could get his hands on him. Great start.
Clutching his knee, Stevens slowly rises back up to his full height. He sees his bodysuit-clad opponent across the ring, motioning for him to come forward, and momentarily sees red. Stevens stomps towards El Trébol with menace, but the Green Bean rolls out of the ring before Scott can grab him!
Williams: El Trébol goes to the outside…
Emo: But here comes Stevens!
As soon as Scott Stevens gets to the outside, El Trébol turns on his heels and takes off around the outside. Stevens takes his first sprinting step, then stops himself, realising what’s happening. The Texan wags his finger and rolls back inside.
Emo: Ha! Scott’s wise to this! El Trébol was trying to tire him out by starting a chase, but Stevens sidestepped the trap.
Williams: Smart work from both of them, and El Trébol’s still on the outside.
Now it’s Stevens’ turn to call his opponent forward. El Trébol starts climbing the ring steps, drawing Stevens towards the corner, before ascending to the top turnbuckle. Scott swipes at him, but El Trébol hops over his head, and rolls across the ring to safety! El Trébol takes refuge in the opposite corner, and Stevens turns, shambling towards him once again.
Williams: The evasiveness continues, but here comes Stevens!
Before Scott is even halfway across the ring, El Trébol dashes out of the corner. He hits the ropes and comes back. Recalling the last time, Stevens throws a low kick, but El T jumps over it, lands on the mat, and forward rolls through. Back on his feet, he shoulder blocks the back of Stevens’ knee!
Emo: Ooof!
Williams: The Champ’s on his knees!
El Trébol throws some sharp elbows into Stevens’ kidneys! The Texan’s back arches in pain, but he’s able to start rising to his feet, but the back of his legs take a pounding from some more Green Bean leg kicks. Nonetheless, Stevens rises through the strikes, but when he turns around, El Trébol is nowhere to be found.
Emo: Jeesh, this guy is ridiculously quick!
Behind Stevens, El Trébol attacks the knee with another shoulder block. Again Stevens drops, but this time, his opponent takes a few steps back, then comes at him with a bulldog!
Williams: Down goes Scott Stevens!
Emo: Kiss the mat!
El Trébol Jr. applies the lateral press.
...1!
But Stevens’ forcefully pushes him off with both hands! As the After Hours GM rolls away, the big man starts getting up.
Emo: There’s that first display of Scott Stevens’ power, Jen, and it comes from a kick-out. That says a lot.
Williams: It does. This has been all El Trébol Jr. thus far! He’s using his speed and agility expertly, and is evading Stevens at every juncture.
Emo: The Scorpion’s gotta get his hands on the little man very, very soon, because he’ll blow-out has gas tank if he has to chase him around the ring much longer.
Williams: Make no mistake though, Stevens will be well aware of this predicament. He’s a wily ring veteran with decades of experience, and he won’t allow himself to make any silly mistakes.
Both wrestlers are back on their feet. El Trébol opts for a different approach this time, sprinting around one side of the ring, then doubling-back, and heading in the opposite direction. Scott Stevens feints to the right, forcing the quicker man to the left and adjusts his own stance to back him into the corner.
Emo: Stevens working the angles now.
Scott can’t get his hands on El Trébol, though. The little guy steps between the top and middle ropes, and runs across the apron. Once halfway across, he climbs back into the ring and runs to the ropes again.
Williams: El Trébol escapes again, but here comes Stevens!
El Trébol hears the lumbering Texan coming, hops up, and springboards off the second rope. The dropkicking hits Stevens square in the chest, stumbling him backwards.
Williams: Big move by El Trébol! Stevens is wobbling!
El Trébol, again, runs to the ropes, hops onto them, and uses the spring to propel himself at the champ. This time, however, Scott catches him…
Williams: Oh no…
Emo: Ha! Trébol went for a cross body, and he’s about to go SPLAT!
Stevens throws his body backwards, and sends El Trébol flying with the fall away slam!
Williams: There’s that power move that El Trébol had done so well to avoid.
Emo: That’s a big one, Jen! We’re about to see the tides turn.
Wearing a big smile as he climbs back to his feet, Stevens dusts his hands off, then turns to Trébol. The smaller man is in some degree of pain as Scott yanks him up by the head, then tosses him effortlessly into the corner. Stevens fires-off a series of rights and lefts to the body, crippling El Trébol’s comeback before it can begin, before doubling him over with a knife-edge chop.
Emo: And now, Jen, the punishment begins!
El Trébol stumbles out of the corner, clutching his leg, but Stevens hooks his arms from behind. The Texan pulls him high into the air, and drives his shoulders into the mat with a big full nelson slam!
Williams: Jesus Christ!
Emo: Stevens is now in firm control, Jen, and all it took was a couple of moves. That’s the advantage he has against El Trébol.
Williams: I’m not too sure about the condition of his leg though. Stevens looks to be walking with a slight limp. The focused attacks seem to have taken something away from him.
Emo: That doesn’t matter when you’re not chasing a leprechaun around though, Jen.
With his opponent down, Stevens covers.
...1!
...2!
But El Trébol kicks out.
Stevens just smirks, rises to a knelt position, and shakes his head.
Williams: It’s gonna take a bit more than that to put El Trébol away, Doc. This guy’s got heart.
Scott wraps his arms around El Trébol’s torso and deadlifts him off the mat. He pulls backwards with the gutwrench suplex…
Emo: He landed on his feet!
A little wobbly, sure, but El T’s catlike agility comes through! He ducks beneath Scott’s attempt to grab him, and kicks the leg again!
Williams: El Trébol is back in this!
A second kick sents Scott to the knelt position, and El Trébol steps back, dashes forward, and spins around Stevens’ head.
Emo: Tornado DD--
Williams: NO!
As El Trébol comes back around, however, Stevens grabs his little body and slides him across his shoulders. Scott falls backwards, neutralising El Trébol with a big Samoan drop!
Emo: I knew this would happen eventually, Jennifer! A third power move in relatively quick succession, and the Little Green Bean is out of commission.
Williams: He’s not out of the fight, but Stevens is just too good a wrestler to not inflict some serious offence sooner or later. It took a while, but he’s really cooking now.
Back on his feet, Stevens wanders across the ring instead of continuing the assault. He leans against the ropes, catching his breath.
Emo: A lot of mileage on that body, Jen. This is some valuable recovery time.
Williams: But he can’t be too lax, Doc. For all the punishment he’s taken, El Trébol can spring into action out of nowhere.
Stevens, however, goes back to his challenger before that can happen. He puts hands on El Trébol and hoists him back to his feet. A knee that would hit a normal man’s gut catches El Trébol in the solar plexus and stumbles him to the ropes. Scott follows and puts two hands to El Trébol’s throat, blatantly choking him.
Williams: C’mon, ref!
The referee rightly begins the count, but Scott pulls El T away from the ropes before he’s in any real danger of being DQ’d. Stevens wrenches Trébol’s little arm, then cleans him out with a big hook kick.
Emo: That’ll clean any man’s clock, let alone a guy who’s 4’7” short.
Williams: Stevens is known for his power game, but also brings a significant striking acumen to the fight.
Emo: He’s as tough as old boots, and can dish it out with the best of him. Those qualities, coupled with his newfound ruthless streak, make him a worthy Wildfire Champion!
Standing tall over his fallen challenger, Stevens mockingly kicks El Trébol softly in the side a couple of times. Laughing hard, he lets him get to all fours, before coming forward and punting him viciously punting him in the stomach!
Williams: OHHHHHH!
Emo: Just like Jack Black in Anchorman, Jen! That’s how Scott Stevens rolls!
El Trébol falls towards the corner. Stevens pulls him out of there, then makes the cover.
...1!
...2!
No! He kicks out!
Emo: Another let-off, Jen, but I don’t see how El Trébol gets back into this one. Scott Stevens is hitting him hard, and he can’t use that speed and agility when lying flat on his back.
Williams: His odds of winning diminish every time Stevens hurts him, but you can’t rule him out, Doc! Even though his back’s against the wall, El Trébol Jr. has demonstrated an ability to overturn lopsided odds plenty of times already.
In full offensive flow and in firm control of the match, Stevens once again pulls El Trébol to his feet. This time he tosses him onto his shoulders….
Williams: What’s he gonna do here?
… then drivers him into the mat!
Emo: Houston, We Have a Problem! That Death Valley Driver is one of Stevens’ favourite moves!
And again, Scott makes the cover.
...1!
Emo: This must be it.
...2!
...3?
…
…
…
NO! El Trébol Jr. kicks-out!
Emo: What the--?! How does he keep doing this?!
Williams: El Trébol kicks-out AGAIN! And look at the frustration from Stevens!
Stevens bashes two balled fists into the mat, then turns to the referee, holding-up three fingers.
Emo: Calm yourself down, Stevens!
Williams: The champion’s really getting riled-up now! El Trébol is proving to be incredibly tough to put away, despite all the damage he’s sustained, and Stevens isn’t liking it one bit!
Despite his rising blood pressure, the Scorpion gets back up, wipes the sweat from his brow, and grabs his opponent. He tosses El Trébol’s head between his thighs, and throws an arm in the air.
Williams: This is it, folks. Stevens is looking for the Spike Piledriver.
Emo: Finally, the Wildfire Champ puts this bold challenger out of his misery.
Stevens pulls El Trébol up. He hoists him into the air and readies to drop down.
Williams: Wait!
But El Trébol’s smaller stature comes to his rescue! He bends his knees, cross his legs and feet around Stevens’ head, and uses his core strength to sit himself up!
Williams: Great escape from El Trébol!
Emo: He’s not out of there yet, though!
El Trébol throws his fist into Stevens’ skull furiously. Stevens adjusts, and with his opponent still in the air, looks to throw him down with a powerbomb! He lifts him several inches over his shoulders, but El Trébol pushes his foots into Stevens’ forehead and flips free of the big man!
Emo: How the hell?!
Williams: He’s out! El Trébol is out!
On his feet but wobbling from all the damage taken, it takes El Trébol a moment or two to steady himself. Raging, Scott Stevens lunges at him, but Trébol ducks under the charge!
Stevens turns around…
MIS JOYAS!
Williams: He hit it!
Emo: Running groin headbutt! That’ll knock anyone down!
Knowing there’s no time to waste, El Trebol heads to a corner and climbs up the turnbuckles. It takes him a few moments to steady himself.
Williams: Can he do it, Doc?!
Emo: This is his last chance, Jen! He’s gotta pull this off!
Williams: One final shot to win! Here comes El Trebol Jr.!
The Moonsault is perfect, and El Trebol lands on Stevens’ shoulders as intended. Then comes the Inverted Frankensteiner…
Williams: Al Ver Verde!
Emo: HE HIT IT! SCOTT STEVENS IS SEEING GREEN!
Williams: What a move, Doc! What a move! And now the cover!
...1!
Emo: Kick-out, Stevens!
...2!
…
…
…
… 3!!!
Williams: WHOA!
Emo: WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
Williams: What a win, what a comeback!
Dropkick Murphys start playing over the speakers, and El Trebol Jr. climbs to his feet, both arms in the air.
Announcers: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and the NEW UTA WILDFIRE CHAMPION… EL! TREBOOOOLLLLLLL! JUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIOOOOOOORRRRRRRRR!
Emo: I can barely believe what I’ve just seen, Jen!
Williams: What a huge comeback! El Trebol felt the full brunt of Scott Stevens’ brutal offence tonight, but his continued kick-outs really frustrated the Texan!
Emo: In the end, when Stevens went for the piledriver, Trebol fought his way out of an incredibly tight spot, found his opening, an executed perfectly! It’s a huge, huge victory for the little man!
The new champions clutches his belt in both hands, admiring the prize.
Williams: El Trébol Jr. has only been a UTA wrestler for a few months, but he’s already put the World Champion away, and now he’s got a belt of his own! What a story!
Emo: From hanging-out with the Dibbins Boys to capturing one of the most prestigous titles in the game! Tonight belongs to El T!
Williams: Folks, we’re running out of time tonight! Thanks for joining us!
As the copyright symbol appears in the bottom corner, Victory goes off the air with a final shot of the new Wildfire Championship hoisting his belt in the air.