Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:24:46 GMT
UNDERCARD
DEANDRE JOHNSON JR. VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The majority of the fans turn their attention to the entrance once a generic elevator music is played on the sound system. The following question pops up on the big screen:
Are you fed up with the obscenity in 4CW?
The question fades as the TV-PG sign slowly expands until it reaches the edges of the screen. Suddenly, the elevator music is cut off, and “Pause 4 Porno” by Dr. Dre promptly begins to play.
“Y’all ready to get nasty?”
The TV-PG logo cracks in multiple pieces, revealing a Parental Advisory — EXPLICIT CONTENT sign. The loud moaning echoes throughout the arena as Taboo emerges from behind the curtains. He adjusts his balaclava mask and stands motionless at the center of the entrance stage. After that, he tilts his head down a bit while his black eyes focus on the ring.
POWERS: ”Standing six feet, four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds. He is the self-entitled ‘Exxxplicit’, proudly representing the three-two-three, Los Angeles, California… TTAABBOOOO!!!”
Without further ado, Taboo begins to make his way to the ring. Once he approaches the ringside, he quickly rolls into the ring and gets up to his feet. Next, the man slowly paces toward his corner just to lower his head and grab the top ropes, patiently waiting for the bell to ring.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring next!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and make you want me”
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 “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.
“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: ”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.
POWERS: ”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.
POWERS: ”This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”We have a nice one lined up next for you folks.”
VASSA: ”DeAndre Johnson Jr. has been on quite the tear since signing with 4CW not too long ago. He’s undefeated yo this day but tonight he will face his toughest challenge to date, Scott Stevens!”
JOHNSON: ”There’s no doubt about that. Just a few months back, Scott Stevens challenged for the 4CW Championship, barely coming up short against the former champion, Elijah Carlson.”
VASSA: ”Those two gave each other hell in that match and ever since, it seems as if Scott has been on a bit of a slump.”
JOHNSON: ”It happens to everyone, especially if you’ve been in the business as long as he has. A win here tonight to carry on from his win last week could easily get things headed back in the right direction for him.”
VASSA: ”It isn’t going to be easy. DeAndre has come to 4CW to make an impact and thus far he’s done just that. Don’t sleep on the rookie folks. This kid has potential.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Locking up in the center of the ring, Stevens quickly overpowers Johnson, driving him backwards across the ring and slamming him against the corner. Letting up, Stevens takes a step back, giving Johnson a moment to readjust himself and come out of the corner. Before you know it, Stevens then connects with a quick sucker punch to the mouth, knocking him back into the corner. Grabbing onto Johnson’s wrist, Stevens then pulls him into a knee to his gut, knocking the air from his lungs before pushing him back against the corner. Still holding onto his wrist, Stevens then leans back and pulls Johnson out of the corner before using all of his strength to whip him across the ring. Just before he lets up, Johnson reverses the throw and sends Stevens charging into the corner instead. Bouncing off the corner, Stevens stumbles forward into a flying headbutt from Johnson, knocking him backwards and crashing into the corner once more.
Back on his feet, Johnson throws his hand in the air, giving the Houston crowd the ‘west coast’ hand sign. He then runs forward and jumps up onto the middle rope, springboarding off and leaping to the side where he connects with a drop kick to Stevens face. Dropping down to a seated position with his back against the corner, Stevens arms drape over the middle ropes, leaving himself exposed as he catches his breath. Pushing himself to his feet, Johnson then grabs onto the top rope and uses it as leverage as he presses his foot against Stevens’ face. After a few seconds, Johnson eases up before pulling Stevens to his feet and away from the corner.
Hitting Stevens with a left, he then follows up with a right. Spinning in place, Johnson goes for a discuss clothesline but comes up short as Stevens ducks underneath the blow. As Johnson turns around to face him, Stevens quickly gives him a nasty eye rake, temporarily blinding him and out of the refs line of sight. Stepping in beside DeAndre, Stevens grabs onto him before slamming him face first to the mat with a forward Russian leg sweep. Rolling Johnson over to his back, Stevens then makes the cover as the official races over with the count.
ONE
.
.
TW–
JOHNSON: ”Only a two count!”
VASSA: ”Not even!”
JOHNSON: ”Johnson had things going in his favor until Scott was able to sneak in a nasty eye rake unnoticed by the official.”
VASSA: ”What eye rake? I didn’t see anything.”
JOHNSON: ”Mhmm…”
Pushing himself up, Stevens pulls Johnson up as well before wrapping him up with both arms and throwing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Johnson hits the mat and bounces up to his feet. Favoring his back, he slowly makes his turn to face Stevens only to walk into the big mans arms again. Lifting Johnson into the air, Stevens then slams him down onto his back with another belly to belly suplex, this time landing on top of him with all of his weight. Standing tall, Stevens kicks Johnson in the ribs a few times before turning to the ropes and taking off towards them. Bouncing off and coming back on the rebound, Stevens displays a few theatrics for the crowd before coming down with an elbow drop.
THUD!!!
Rolling out of the way, Johnson dodges the elbow drop attempt as Stevens crashes hard against the canvas with nothing to break his fall. Pulling his arm in close, Stevens cradles his elbow with his other arm as Johnson gets back to his feet. As Stevens leans up to an upright position, Johnson takes off to the ropes behind him and as he comes back on the return, he leaps forward, leading with his legs, and plants both feet into Stevens’ back with a running drop kick. A loud moan escapes from Stevens mouth as the pain shoots down his spine and to his legs. Back on his feet, DeAndre pulls Stevens up from the mat before hitting him with two overhead rights and then whipping him into the corner. Just as Stevens crashes against the corner, DeAndre is right there behind him, flying through the air and connecting with a body splash! Dropping back down to his feet, DeAndre takes a few steps back, allowing Stevens to slump down the corner and into a seated position with his back resting against the corner.
Slapping his hands together in excitement, DeAndre then jumps up and down, waving his arms and working the crowd into a road. He then turns away and races to the opposite side of the ring before leaping into the air and landing onto the middle ropes of the corner. Fist pumping his arms into the air, DeAndre roars at the Houston crowd before hopping back down from the corner. With the entire arena in a frenzy, DeAndre then turns back to face Stevens who is still sitting against the corner. Taking off into a sprint, Johnson rushes across the ring and once he’s three-fourths of the way there, he leaps forward, spreads his legs and goes for a bronco buster.
VASSA: ”It’s Tea-bagging Time!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s disgus–“
“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The entire arena gasps as Stevens throws his foot into the air, planting it into DeAndre’s crotch as he closes in, blocking the bronco buster attempt.
VASSA: ”AAAHHHHHH MY BALLS!!!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s painful just watching. I can’t imagine how DeAndre is feeling right now.”
On his back, Johnson rolls back and forth on the mat, holding his crotch in tremendous pain. Pulling himself up from the corner, Stevens is then rushes by the official who gives him a warning for the low blow. Arguing his case, Stevens pleads that it was an act of self defense and after a few more moments of bickering back and forth, the official steps out of the way.
Pulling Johnson up from the mat, Stevens lifts him into the air into a fireman’s carry hold. Showing off his strength, Stevens then presses DeAndre high above his head before dropping him down across his knee with a gut buster. As if the pain in his stomach was bad enough from the kick to the crotch, Johnson looks to be in even more agony after that high impact move. Standing tall, Stevens circles Johnson momentarily before moving in with a mixture of kicks and stomps to the back.
He then lifts Johnson up to his feet before applying a wrist lock. Pulling Johnson in, Stevens hits him with a shoulder block, dropping him to one knee. With the wrist lock still applied, Stevens pulls him back to his feet and into another shoulder block, this time dropping him straight to his back. Turning to the nearby corner, Stevens climbs to the top. Looking over the entire ring, the big man then lines up his shot before leaping from the corner and flying down to Johnson with a diving headbutt.
TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!
VASSA: ”OOOHHHHHH!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Stevens misses the headbutt attempt from the top rope.”
VASSA: ”I know he has a thick skull but even he’s going to be feeling that one in the morning.”
Both wrestlers slowly begin to climb to their feet, DeAndre standing first near the ropes. In a bit of a daze, he leans against them to regain his focus while Stevens climbs to his feet. Looking to DeAndre, Stevens then takes off and charges towards him. As he closes in, Johnson hears the footsteps getting closer and closer. Turning around in a flash, Johnson side steps Stevens and takes him down, throat first to the middle rope with a drop-toe hold. Stevens hangs over the top rope as Johnson pops back to his feet. Taking off across the ring, Johnson hits the ropes and comes back faster than ever. Leaping forward, Johnson lands on top of Stevens, hitting him with a leapfrog body guillotine before sliding through the ropes and landing feet to the floor. Stevens body instantly bounces off the ropes before he launches into the air and crashes flat on his back to the canvas.
VASSA: ”Oh man, that ain’t good!”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe not for Stevens, but it is for DeAndre! He just hit him with Yo Death!!!”
VASSA: ”Don’t ever say that again, please.”
Sliding back into the ring, DeAndre crawls over to Stevens before rolling across his body and hooking the leg.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
“Pause 4 Porno” hits the speakers as DeAndre victoriously rises to his feet with confidence. Stepping in beside him, the official raises his hand into the air. Throwing up his other hand, DeAndre flashes the “west coast” hand signal once more as Mike Powers makes the official announcement.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, DEANDRE JOHNSON JUNIOR… TTAABBOOOO!!!
DEANDRE JOHNSON JR. VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The majority of the fans turn their attention to the entrance once a generic elevator music is played on the sound system. The following question pops up on the big screen:
Are you fed up with the obscenity in 4CW?
The question fades as the TV-PG sign slowly expands until it reaches the edges of the screen. Suddenly, the elevator music is cut off, and “Pause 4 Porno” by Dr. Dre promptly begins to play.
“Y’all ready to get nasty?”
The TV-PG logo cracks in multiple pieces, revealing a Parental Advisory — EXPLICIT CONTENT sign. The loud moaning echoes throughout the arena as Taboo emerges from behind the curtains. He adjusts his balaclava mask and stands motionless at the center of the entrance stage. After that, he tilts his head down a bit while his black eyes focus on the ring.
POWERS: ”Standing six feet, four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds. He is the self-entitled ‘Exxxplicit’, proudly representing the three-two-three, Los Angeles, California… TTAABBOOOO!!!”
Without further ado, Taboo begins to make his way to the ring. Once he approaches the ringside, he quickly rolls into the ring and gets up to his feet. Next, the man slowly paces toward his corner just to lower his head and grab the top ropes, patiently waiting for the bell to ring.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring next!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and make you want me”
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 “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.
“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: ”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.
POWERS: ”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.
POWERS: ”This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”We have a nice one lined up next for you folks.”
VASSA: ”DeAndre Johnson Jr. has been on quite the tear since signing with 4CW not too long ago. He’s undefeated yo this day but tonight he will face his toughest challenge to date, Scott Stevens!”
JOHNSON: ”There’s no doubt about that. Just a few months back, Scott Stevens challenged for the 4CW Championship, barely coming up short against the former champion, Elijah Carlson.”
VASSA: ”Those two gave each other hell in that match and ever since, it seems as if Scott has been on a bit of a slump.”
JOHNSON: ”It happens to everyone, especially if you’ve been in the business as long as he has. A win here tonight to carry on from his win last week could easily get things headed back in the right direction for him.”
VASSA: ”It isn’t going to be easy. DeAndre has come to 4CW to make an impact and thus far he’s done just that. Don’t sleep on the rookie folks. This kid has potential.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Locking up in the center of the ring, Stevens quickly overpowers Johnson, driving him backwards across the ring and slamming him against the corner. Letting up, Stevens takes a step back, giving Johnson a moment to readjust himself and come out of the corner. Before you know it, Stevens then connects with a quick sucker punch to the mouth, knocking him back into the corner. Grabbing onto Johnson’s wrist, Stevens then pulls him into a knee to his gut, knocking the air from his lungs before pushing him back against the corner. Still holding onto his wrist, Stevens then leans back and pulls Johnson out of the corner before using all of his strength to whip him across the ring. Just before he lets up, Johnson reverses the throw and sends Stevens charging into the corner instead. Bouncing off the corner, Stevens stumbles forward into a flying headbutt from Johnson, knocking him backwards and crashing into the corner once more.
Back on his feet, Johnson throws his hand in the air, giving the Houston crowd the ‘west coast’ hand sign. He then runs forward and jumps up onto the middle rope, springboarding off and leaping to the side where he connects with a drop kick to Stevens face. Dropping down to a seated position with his back against the corner, Stevens arms drape over the middle ropes, leaving himself exposed as he catches his breath. Pushing himself to his feet, Johnson then grabs onto the top rope and uses it as leverage as he presses his foot against Stevens’ face. After a few seconds, Johnson eases up before pulling Stevens to his feet and away from the corner.
Hitting Stevens with a left, he then follows up with a right. Spinning in place, Johnson goes for a discuss clothesline but comes up short as Stevens ducks underneath the blow. As Johnson turns around to face him, Stevens quickly gives him a nasty eye rake, temporarily blinding him and out of the refs line of sight. Stepping in beside DeAndre, Stevens grabs onto him before slamming him face first to the mat with a forward Russian leg sweep. Rolling Johnson over to his back, Stevens then makes the cover as the official races over with the count.
ONE
.
.
TW–
JOHNSON: ”Only a two count!”
VASSA: ”Not even!”
JOHNSON: ”Johnson had things going in his favor until Scott was able to sneak in a nasty eye rake unnoticed by the official.”
VASSA: ”What eye rake? I didn’t see anything.”
JOHNSON: ”Mhmm…”
Pushing himself up, Stevens pulls Johnson up as well before wrapping him up with both arms and throwing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Johnson hits the mat and bounces up to his feet. Favoring his back, he slowly makes his turn to face Stevens only to walk into the big mans arms again. Lifting Johnson into the air, Stevens then slams him down onto his back with another belly to belly suplex, this time landing on top of him with all of his weight. Standing tall, Stevens kicks Johnson in the ribs a few times before turning to the ropes and taking off towards them. Bouncing off and coming back on the rebound, Stevens displays a few theatrics for the crowd before coming down with an elbow drop.
THUD!!!
Rolling out of the way, Johnson dodges the elbow drop attempt as Stevens crashes hard against the canvas with nothing to break his fall. Pulling his arm in close, Stevens cradles his elbow with his other arm as Johnson gets back to his feet. As Stevens leans up to an upright position, Johnson takes off to the ropes behind him and as he comes back on the return, he leaps forward, leading with his legs, and plants both feet into Stevens’ back with a running drop kick. A loud moan escapes from Stevens mouth as the pain shoots down his spine and to his legs. Back on his feet, DeAndre pulls Stevens up from the mat before hitting him with two overhead rights and then whipping him into the corner. Just as Stevens crashes against the corner, DeAndre is right there behind him, flying through the air and connecting with a body splash! Dropping back down to his feet, DeAndre takes a few steps back, allowing Stevens to slump down the corner and into a seated position with his back resting against the corner.
Slapping his hands together in excitement, DeAndre then jumps up and down, waving his arms and working the crowd into a road. He then turns away and races to the opposite side of the ring before leaping into the air and landing onto the middle ropes of the corner. Fist pumping his arms into the air, DeAndre roars at the Houston crowd before hopping back down from the corner. With the entire arena in a frenzy, DeAndre then turns back to face Stevens who is still sitting against the corner. Taking off into a sprint, Johnson rushes across the ring and once he’s three-fourths of the way there, he leaps forward, spreads his legs and goes for a bronco buster.
VASSA: ”It’s Tea-bagging Time!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s disgus–“
“OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The entire arena gasps as Stevens throws his foot into the air, planting it into DeAndre’s crotch as he closes in, blocking the bronco buster attempt.
VASSA: ”AAAHHHHHH MY BALLS!!!”
JOHNSON: ”That’s painful just watching. I can’t imagine how DeAndre is feeling right now.”
On his back, Johnson rolls back and forth on the mat, holding his crotch in tremendous pain. Pulling himself up from the corner, Stevens is then rushes by the official who gives him a warning for the low blow. Arguing his case, Stevens pleads that it was an act of self defense and after a few more moments of bickering back and forth, the official steps out of the way.
Pulling Johnson up from the mat, Stevens lifts him into the air into a fireman’s carry hold. Showing off his strength, Stevens then presses DeAndre high above his head before dropping him down across his knee with a gut buster. As if the pain in his stomach was bad enough from the kick to the crotch, Johnson looks to be in even more agony after that high impact move. Standing tall, Stevens circles Johnson momentarily before moving in with a mixture of kicks and stomps to the back.
He then lifts Johnson up to his feet before applying a wrist lock. Pulling Johnson in, Stevens hits him with a shoulder block, dropping him to one knee. With the wrist lock still applied, Stevens pulls him back to his feet and into another shoulder block, this time dropping him straight to his back. Turning to the nearby corner, Stevens climbs to the top. Looking over the entire ring, the big man then lines up his shot before leaping from the corner and flying down to Johnson with a diving headbutt.
TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!
VASSA: ”OOOHHHHHH!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Stevens misses the headbutt attempt from the top rope.”
VASSA: ”I know he has a thick skull but even he’s going to be feeling that one in the morning.”
Both wrestlers slowly begin to climb to their feet, DeAndre standing first near the ropes. In a bit of a daze, he leans against them to regain his focus while Stevens climbs to his feet. Looking to DeAndre, Stevens then takes off and charges towards him. As he closes in, Johnson hears the footsteps getting closer and closer. Turning around in a flash, Johnson side steps Stevens and takes him down, throat first to the middle rope with a drop-toe hold. Stevens hangs over the top rope as Johnson pops back to his feet. Taking off across the ring, Johnson hits the ropes and comes back faster than ever. Leaping forward, Johnson lands on top of Stevens, hitting him with a leapfrog body guillotine before sliding through the ropes and landing feet to the floor. Stevens body instantly bounces off the ropes before he launches into the air and crashes flat on his back to the canvas.
VASSA: ”Oh man, that ain’t good!”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe not for Stevens, but it is for DeAndre! He just hit him with Yo Death!!!”
VASSA: ”Don’t ever say that again, please.”
Sliding back into the ring, DeAndre crawls over to Stevens before rolling across his body and hooking the leg.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
“Pause 4 Porno” hits the speakers as DeAndre victoriously rises to his feet with confidence. Stepping in beside him, the official raises his hand into the air. Throwing up his other hand, DeAndre flashes the “west coast” hand signal once more as Mike Powers makes the official announcement.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, DEANDRE JOHNSON JUNIOR… TTAABBOOOO!!!