Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:26:17 GMT
UNDERCARD
FATE DIVISION
SCOTT STEVENS VS. DAKOTA SMITH
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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!”
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 tall 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: ”SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: ”Have you heard about the lon–“
JOHNSON: ”Knock it off, Vinny. Scott Stevens has made quite a name for himself in 4CW, despite some recent shortcomings.”
VASSA: ”There’s no doubt about that. Just a couple of months ago he challenged Elijah Carlson for the 4CW Championship at All Or Nothing. How did that go? Well… Eli lost the championship at the following pay-per-view to Bronx.”
JOHNSON: ”Scott came up short in his biggest match to date in 4CW but he really stepped up to put himself in that position. He’s been on a bit of a losing streak lately but with a win tonight over a former 4CW Champion, he can really turn things around.”
VASSA: ”He’s got his work cut out for him. Dakota Smith is back on the hunt. He’s hungry and will not stop until he reclaims his heart, or dies trying… and we all know The Butcher just won’t die.”
JOHNSON: ”Scott gave it his all, giving Eli a tough challenge when they faced off. With that same attitude and effort here tonight, Dakota might be in for a big surprise.”
“These voices in my head are telling me you have to die
I obeyed their every wish
I’ll fuck your body infront of your kids
Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult
You’re my latest dish
Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish
I’m a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist”
“Welcome to Hell” starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic – his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.
POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is the former 4CW and Extreme Champion, ‘The Butcher’, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
Rolling in under the bottom rope Dakota plants his fists into the mat and pushes himself, the deranged almost animalistic snarl still firmly on his face. The butcher stalks back and forth in the ring, peering out into the audience once again until it sickens him. He jerks his face away from the audience and stares down the ref for a few moments, a devilish smile forming on his lips as he intimidates the official. A few soft chuckles slip out of Dakota as he slowly slinks back into his corner, his tongue slipping out of from behind his lips as he takes a seat in said corner.
VASSA: ”Now here is a man on a mission. Dakota has made it loud and clear that he wants the 4CW Championship back, he wants his heart back.”
JOHNSON: ”There have been a lot of rumblings over social media from him towards Perry Wallace about these qualifying matches for Ante Up. It seems as if The Butcher has turned against Perry.”
VASSA: ”He hasn’t had too many nice things to say about the man once the first qualifier was booked. He’s out right pissed!”
JOHNSON: ”Just two weeks ago we saw what he did to Cyrus at South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: ”Did to Cyrus? Shit, he left that street in a complete wreck – his crime scene if you will.”
JOHNSON: ”Nonetheless, Dakota has moved past his demons and now has his eyes set on climbing back to the top of the mountain. He has a tough match up here tonight with Scott Stevens but a win will keep him right on track.”
VASSA: ”I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to be standing between Dakota and his goal. Someone could find themselves killed stepping in his path.”
JOHNSON: ”We’ve seen a lot of things from Dakota over the ye–“
Suddenly, Dakota pulls himself up to his feet and bursts out of the corner. Charging towards Stevens, he pushes the official aside as he passes in the center of the ring. Closing in, Dakota ducks his shoulder and lunges forward, aiming his shoulder for Stevens’ midsection. Jumping out of the way, Stevens clears up a path for Dakota’s body to go through the ropes, slamming his shoulder against the ring post. Without hesitation, Stevens grabs ahold of Dakota and then pulls him back through the ropes as the official signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Keeping Dakota folded over, Stevens begins kicking his leg up, driving his knee into Dakota’s face over and over. He then straightens Dakota and locks onto the back of his head with both hands. Using all of his strength, Stevens slams Dakota’s head down, face first onto the turnbuckle. Pulling his head back and turning it to the side, Stevens mouths off to Dakota for a short moment before slamming his face back onto the turnbuckle two more times. Turning Dakota to face him, Stevens grabs him underneath the arms and then slams Dakota’s back against the corner. Keeping Dakota in place, he then grabs onto the top ropes and uses them for leverage as he pulls himself in, delivering ramming knees to Dakota’s stomach.
With Dakota seeming out of it, Stevens drags him away from the corner before wrapping both arms around him and flipping him up and over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Crashing to the canvas, Dakota rolls up to a seated position with his head hanging low. Back on his feet, Stevens then takes off running and hits the ropes directly in front of Dakota. Coming back on the rebound, Stevens drives the brace covering his knee into Dakota’s face, knocking The Butcher flat on his back. Standing over Dakota’s head, Stevens then begins dropping knee shots to Dakota’s face, still using the brace covering his knee as a foreign object.
VASSA: ”Is Scott even allowed to be using that right now?”
JOHNSON: ”Technically… no, at least I don’t believe so. It’s Dakota he’s using it against though. So I guess it’s just another day in the office?”
VASSA: ”Shouldn’t matter who it is! That’s not right.”
JOHNSON: ”Are you seriously defending Dakota right now? You’re terrified of the man.”
VASSA: ”As I should be!”
Pulling Dakota up to his feet, Stevens keeps his head pressed down, folding him over. Raising his right arm high above his head, Stevens then swings downward, hitting Dakota across the back with a forearm shot and dropping him back down to his knees. Stepping in front of Dakota, Stevens grabs onto his head with both hands. Just as he goes to lift Dakota up, The Butcher swings both arms inward, slamming his fists into the sides of Stevens’ torso. He then swats both of Stevens’ hand away from him, freeing himself. Seeing an opening, although not the cleanest one, Dakota slams his head forward, hitting Stevens in the crotch with a headbutt that the official fails to see from standing behind Scott.
Stevens buckles over in a world of pain as Dakota bursts upward to his feet, colliding into Stevens with a European uppercut that sends the big man stumbling backwards. Hitting the ropes, Stevens bounces off and stumbles towards Dakota, right into another European uppercut, this time standing him straight up. Dakota then swings with his left, connecting with a solid blow to the side of Scott’s head. Spinning around, Dakota makes a full revolution and hits Stevens right between the eyes with a discus elbow, dropping him down to both knees. Turning to his right, Dakota takes off for the ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, he hits Stevens with a knee lift underneath the chin and sends him down to the canvas.
JOHNSON: ”Dakota’s turned it around and boy is he taking the beating to Scott.”
VASSA: ”It’s like the street fight two weeks ago but without all the wreckage.”
JOHNSON: ”Stevens got the jump on him from the start but Dakota’s taken charge now and if he keeps it up at this pace this is going to get ugly.”
Pulling Stevens up from the mat, Dakota locks onto his wrist and then goes to whip him to the far corner. With the reverse, Stevens whips Dakota to the ropes instead, sending him charging full speed towards the empty corner. Crashing against the corner, Dakota’s feet shoot up into the air and just as the touch back down, Stevens charges in at full speed. Closing in, Stevens lunges forward but before he knows it, Dakota side steps him and takes him down with a drop toe-hold, smashing his face into the middle turnbuckle. His head bounces off the turnbuckle and instantly, Stevens rolls over before dropping to his back. Grabbing onto the top rope, Dakota begins stomping onto Stevens’ midsection wildly. After nearly a dozen stomps to the gut, Dakota then lifts his leg as high as he can before kicking it down and aiming his foot towards Stevens face.
VASSA: ”WAIT!!!”
Grabbing onto Dakota’s foot, Stevens stops it just inches above his face. He then twists Dakota’s ankle, forcing him to turn his body completely around before falling stomach down to the mat. With an ankle lock in place, Stevens tries to snap Dakota’s ankle right there on the spot. Raising Dakota’s foot up and lifting his leg off the canvas, Stevens then slams it down, driving Dakota’s knee into the mat. Pulling Dakota up from the mat, Stevens hits him across the back of his neck for a forearm shot before spinning him around to face him. Lifting Dakota up from the mat, Scott holds him sideways before dropping back to the mat and throwing him up and over his head and into the corner with a fall away slam. Bouncing off the corner, Dakota crashes face first to the mat.
Back on his feet, Stevens stands over Dakota’s body as he pushes himself up to all fours. He then kicks Dakota in the stomach, pushing him against the corner. Leaving Dakota nowhere to go, Stevens then begins kicking him in the torso over and over until finally pulling him back to his feet. Lifting Dakota into the air, Stevens places him on top of the corner and then ascends there himself. Standing on the middle ropes, Stevens then lifts Dakota up and over his shoulders, holding him in a fireman’s carry position. Jumping backwards and away from the corner, Stevens then pulls Dakota over his head and as he lands on the mat, he drops Dakota across his knee with a gutbuster. Rolling Dakota off his knee and down to the mat on his back, Stevens then makes the cover as the official races over for the count.
ONE
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TW–
JOHNSON: ”Tw–“
VASSA: ”Nope!”
JOHNSON: ”Dakota kicks out just before the two!”
Pushing himself up, Stevens gives Dakota two kicks to the ribs for good measure before pulling him back to his feet. Positioning himself beside Dakota, Stevens then goes for a front Russian leg sweep but gets stopped as Dakota delivers a brutal elbow shot to his nose. Covering his nose with both hands, Stevens’ eyes begin to water, giving Dakota a few moments to create some distance between the two. Moving a few feet behind Stevens, Dakota then rushes in behind and wraps both arms around his large body. Driving him forward, Dakota slams Stevens into the nearby corner chest first. He then applies a half nelson before dragging Stevens away from the corner. Lifting Stevens off his feet, Dakota slams him on top of his head with a half nelson suplex.
Rolling over to his stomach, Stevens remains on the mat, still tending to his nose with one hand and the back of his neck with his other. Hopping over Stevens, Dakota runs to the ropes and as he comes back, he drops a knee to the back of his head, slamming his face into the canvas. Rolling forward, Dakota rises back to his feet in a fluid motion. He then whips around and leaps straight into the air, coming down onto Stevens and planting his feet into his back with a double foot stomp. Jumping up again, Dakota then spreads his legs and falls onto Stevens back. Now sitting on top of Stevens, Dakota begins hammering the sides of his head with lefts and rights. After knocking the big man senseless, Dakota locks onto his head with both hands. Pressing Stevens’ face against the mat, Dakota begins dragging it back and forth from left to right.
Standing tall, he then rolls Stevens over to his back, revealing his face covered in blood. Beside his head, blood is smeared across the canvas. Pulling Stevens to his feet, Dakota drags him towards the corner. Standing between the corner and Stevens, Dakota turns Stevens around to face the opposite direction. Wrapping his arms around Stevens’ waist, Dakota goes to lift him up for a German suplex but comes up short as Stevens locks his leg with his. Dakota slams his head forward, hitting Stevens with a headbutt to the back of the head. He then goes to lift him again but this time, Stevens throws his arm back, hitting Dakota in the ear with an elbow. Reaching up and grabbing Dakota’s head, Stevens then lunges over, pulling Dakota over his back and slamming him to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”Dakota was looking to use that corner as a weapon but Scott just overpowered him and ended that before he could even get started.”
VASSA: ”These two have been beating the hell out of each other from the start. At this rate, it’s going to come down to who wants it more.”
JOHNSON: ”Dakota may be a savage but Stevens clearly has the strength advantage and if used properly, he could very well put The Butcher away for the night.”
VASSA: ”He has an opportunity now let’s see if he takes advantage!”
Lifting his foot up as high as he can, Stevens then slams it down towards Dakota’s head. Rolling out of the way, Dakota avoids the stomp to the face as Stevens foot hits the mat with a thud. Stevens then goes for another stomp but misses again as Dakota continues to roll across the ring. Swinging his body around, Dakota kicks Stevens in the stomach, giving himself a short moment to climb back to his feet. As Dakota stands, Stevens swings forward and connects with a shot to Dakota’s jaw, whipping his head to the side. Dakota sling shots his body and swings it in the opposite direction, taking a shot at Stevens’ with a hook. Ducking underneath the attack, Stevens counters with a solid shot to Dakota’s body.
Standing straight up, Stevens hits Dakota across the chest with back to back knife-edge chops. He then grabs onto Dakota’s wrist before stepping in and closing the gap between the two. Walking Dakota backwards, Stevens presses him against the ropes before whipping him across the ring with a little extra force. Just as Dakota hits the ropes and bounces off, Stevens takes two steps to the center of the ring and then goes for a big boot as Dakota closes in. Dropping to the mat, Dakota slides underneath Stevens’ leg and behind him. Quickly turning around, Stevens reaches down for Dakota but instead catches a foot to the face as Dakota kicks his leg back and over his body, knocking him back a couple of steps.
Pushing himself up to his feet, Dakota’s window of opportunity closes as Stevens rushes in and kicks him in the stomach just as he stands. Buckling over, Dakota gasps for air as the kick depletes his lungs of oxygen. Pulling Dakota’s head between his legs, Stevens then wraps him up around the waist before lifting him up into the air for a powerbomb. Before Stevens has a chance to slam Dakota to the mat, Dakota begins raining down on the top of his head with vicious rights. In a last ditch effort, Stevens attempts to slam Dakota down but instead, Dakota pushes away and drops down to his feet in front of Stevens. Taking a swing for Stevens head, Dakota misses as he ducks. Stevens then pops up and locks onto Dakota’s head for the Toxic Sting. Ripping his head away from Stevens, Dakota pushes him in the back and sends him to the nearby ropes. As Stevens comes back shortly on the rebound, Dakota stops him in his tracks with a swift kick to the stomach. Pulling Stevens in, Dakota wraps his arm around his head before hooking Stevens’ leg. Lifting Stevens into the air with the fisherman’s suplex, Dakota transitions it into a sit-out spinebuster, laying Stevens out as the entire arena goes silent.
JOHNSON: ”Deadman Wonderland!”
VASSA: ”Stevens just about had him with the Toxic Sting and look at him now! He’s laid out by the hands of The Butcher!”
JOHNSON: ”This just might be it right here…”
Rolling over Stevens body and hooking his leg, Dakota props his back across Stevens body as the official drops in beside them for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”That’s all she wrote!”
“Welcome to Hell” hits the speakers as Dakota slowly pushes himself up from Stevens fallen body. The official then grabs his hand to raise it into the air but before he can, Dakota rips it away and growls in his direction. Not wanting any trouble, the official quickly races to the other side of the ring as the bell finally sounds.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
Towering over the unconscious Stevens, Dakota begins yelling down to him before jerking his head upward and gazing over the crowd. Pacing the ring, Dakota slams his fist against his chest and then presses his fingers into his flesh, acting as it he were grabbing his heart. He then pulls his hands away, fists balled and stares at it momentarily as the crowd looks on. Dipping through the ropes, he then makes his way to the back, appearing even angrier than he did before the match.
FATE DIVISION
SCOTT STEVENS VS. DAKOTA SMITH
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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!”
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 tall 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: ”SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: ”Have you heard about the lon–“
JOHNSON: ”Knock it off, Vinny. Scott Stevens has made quite a name for himself in 4CW, despite some recent shortcomings.”
VASSA: ”There’s no doubt about that. Just a couple of months ago he challenged Elijah Carlson for the 4CW Championship at All Or Nothing. How did that go? Well… Eli lost the championship at the following pay-per-view to Bronx.”
JOHNSON: ”Scott came up short in his biggest match to date in 4CW but he really stepped up to put himself in that position. He’s been on a bit of a losing streak lately but with a win tonight over a former 4CW Champion, he can really turn things around.”
VASSA: ”He’s got his work cut out for him. Dakota Smith is back on the hunt. He’s hungry and will not stop until he reclaims his heart, or dies trying… and we all know The Butcher just won’t die.”
JOHNSON: ”Scott gave it his all, giving Eli a tough challenge when they faced off. With that same attitude and effort here tonight, Dakota might be in for a big surprise.”
“These voices in my head are telling me you have to die
I obeyed their every wish
I’ll fuck your body infront of your kids
Cannibalism, I serve you up to the cult
You’re my latest dish
Picking human meat out of my teeth like Albert Fish
I’m a sick fuck pissed at the fact that I still exist”
“Welcome to Hell” starts to vibe over the speaker system, the lights go dark for a few moments before strobe lights begin to flash light throughout the arena. Dakota Smith pushes his way out of the curtain, a look of disgust, and anger on his scarred face. He doesn’t take anytime to stop at the top of the stage instead just marching down the ramp like a man on a mission. His face twitches in an annoyed fashion as he mumbles to himself under his breath. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he comes to a complete halt, standing motionless with his face turned to the ground. The butcher breaths start becoming heavy, and erratic – his whole body moving with each and every breath. Then right when he seemingly gets to his breaking point he lets out a blood curdling roar, slamming his fist across his chest and walking closer to the ring. He slams his fist down on the mat and distorts his head to the side, looking out over the audience like a psychopath waiting to see who stares him in the eyes.
POWERS: ”Making his way down to the ring from The Depths of Hell, he weighs in at two hundred thirty one pounds and stands six feet, two inches tall. He is the former 4CW and Extreme Champion, ‘The Butcher’, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
Rolling in under the bottom rope Dakota plants his fists into the mat and pushes himself, the deranged almost animalistic snarl still firmly on his face. The butcher stalks back and forth in the ring, peering out into the audience once again until it sickens him. He jerks his face away from the audience and stares down the ref for a few moments, a devilish smile forming on his lips as he intimidates the official. A few soft chuckles slip out of Dakota as he slowly slinks back into his corner, his tongue slipping out of from behind his lips as he takes a seat in said corner.
VASSA: ”Now here is a man on a mission. Dakota has made it loud and clear that he wants the 4CW Championship back, he wants his heart back.”
JOHNSON: ”There have been a lot of rumblings over social media from him towards Perry Wallace about these qualifying matches for Ante Up. It seems as if The Butcher has turned against Perry.”
VASSA: ”He hasn’t had too many nice things to say about the man once the first qualifier was booked. He’s out right pissed!”
JOHNSON: ”Just two weeks ago we saw what he did to Cyrus at South Beach Brawl.”
VASSA: ”Did to Cyrus? Shit, he left that street in a complete wreck – his crime scene if you will.”
JOHNSON: ”Nonetheless, Dakota has moved past his demons and now has his eyes set on climbing back to the top of the mountain. He has a tough match up here tonight with Scott Stevens but a win will keep him right on track.”
VASSA: ”I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to be standing between Dakota and his goal. Someone could find themselves killed stepping in his path.”
JOHNSON: ”We’ve seen a lot of things from Dakota over the ye–“
Suddenly, Dakota pulls himself up to his feet and bursts out of the corner. Charging towards Stevens, he pushes the official aside as he passes in the center of the ring. Closing in, Dakota ducks his shoulder and lunges forward, aiming his shoulder for Stevens’ midsection. Jumping out of the way, Stevens clears up a path for Dakota’s body to go through the ropes, slamming his shoulder against the ring post. Without hesitation, Stevens grabs ahold of Dakota and then pulls him back through the ropes as the official signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Keeping Dakota folded over, Stevens begins kicking his leg up, driving his knee into Dakota’s face over and over. He then straightens Dakota and locks onto the back of his head with both hands. Using all of his strength, Stevens slams Dakota’s head down, face first onto the turnbuckle. Pulling his head back and turning it to the side, Stevens mouths off to Dakota for a short moment before slamming his face back onto the turnbuckle two more times. Turning Dakota to face him, Stevens grabs him underneath the arms and then slams Dakota’s back against the corner. Keeping Dakota in place, he then grabs onto the top ropes and uses them for leverage as he pulls himself in, delivering ramming knees to Dakota’s stomach.
With Dakota seeming out of it, Stevens drags him away from the corner before wrapping both arms around him and flipping him up and over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Crashing to the canvas, Dakota rolls up to a seated position with his head hanging low. Back on his feet, Stevens then takes off running and hits the ropes directly in front of Dakota. Coming back on the rebound, Stevens drives the brace covering his knee into Dakota’s face, knocking The Butcher flat on his back. Standing over Dakota’s head, Stevens then begins dropping knee shots to Dakota’s face, still using the brace covering his knee as a foreign object.
VASSA: ”Is Scott even allowed to be using that right now?”
JOHNSON: ”Technically… no, at least I don’t believe so. It’s Dakota he’s using it against though. So I guess it’s just another day in the office?”
VASSA: ”Shouldn’t matter who it is! That’s not right.”
JOHNSON: ”Are you seriously defending Dakota right now? You’re terrified of the man.”
VASSA: ”As I should be!”
Pulling Dakota up to his feet, Stevens keeps his head pressed down, folding him over. Raising his right arm high above his head, Stevens then swings downward, hitting Dakota across the back with a forearm shot and dropping him back down to his knees. Stepping in front of Dakota, Stevens grabs onto his head with both hands. Just as he goes to lift Dakota up, The Butcher swings both arms inward, slamming his fists into the sides of Stevens’ torso. He then swats both of Stevens’ hand away from him, freeing himself. Seeing an opening, although not the cleanest one, Dakota slams his head forward, hitting Stevens in the crotch with a headbutt that the official fails to see from standing behind Scott.
Stevens buckles over in a world of pain as Dakota bursts upward to his feet, colliding into Stevens with a European uppercut that sends the big man stumbling backwards. Hitting the ropes, Stevens bounces off and stumbles towards Dakota, right into another European uppercut, this time standing him straight up. Dakota then swings with his left, connecting with a solid blow to the side of Scott’s head. Spinning around, Dakota makes a full revolution and hits Stevens right between the eyes with a discus elbow, dropping him down to both knees. Turning to his right, Dakota takes off for the ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, he hits Stevens with a knee lift underneath the chin and sends him down to the canvas.
JOHNSON: ”Dakota’s turned it around and boy is he taking the beating to Scott.”
VASSA: ”It’s like the street fight two weeks ago but without all the wreckage.”
JOHNSON: ”Stevens got the jump on him from the start but Dakota’s taken charge now and if he keeps it up at this pace this is going to get ugly.”
Pulling Stevens up from the mat, Dakota locks onto his wrist and then goes to whip him to the far corner. With the reverse, Stevens whips Dakota to the ropes instead, sending him charging full speed towards the empty corner. Crashing against the corner, Dakota’s feet shoot up into the air and just as the touch back down, Stevens charges in at full speed. Closing in, Stevens lunges forward but before he knows it, Dakota side steps him and takes him down with a drop toe-hold, smashing his face into the middle turnbuckle. His head bounces off the turnbuckle and instantly, Stevens rolls over before dropping to his back. Grabbing onto the top rope, Dakota begins stomping onto Stevens’ midsection wildly. After nearly a dozen stomps to the gut, Dakota then lifts his leg as high as he can before kicking it down and aiming his foot towards Stevens face.
VASSA: ”WAIT!!!”
Grabbing onto Dakota’s foot, Stevens stops it just inches above his face. He then twists Dakota’s ankle, forcing him to turn his body completely around before falling stomach down to the mat. With an ankle lock in place, Stevens tries to snap Dakota’s ankle right there on the spot. Raising Dakota’s foot up and lifting his leg off the canvas, Stevens then slams it down, driving Dakota’s knee into the mat. Pulling Dakota up from the mat, Stevens hits him across the back of his neck for a forearm shot before spinning him around to face him. Lifting Dakota up from the mat, Scott holds him sideways before dropping back to the mat and throwing him up and over his head and into the corner with a fall away slam. Bouncing off the corner, Dakota crashes face first to the mat.
Back on his feet, Stevens stands over Dakota’s body as he pushes himself up to all fours. He then kicks Dakota in the stomach, pushing him against the corner. Leaving Dakota nowhere to go, Stevens then begins kicking him in the torso over and over until finally pulling him back to his feet. Lifting Dakota into the air, Stevens places him on top of the corner and then ascends there himself. Standing on the middle ropes, Stevens then lifts Dakota up and over his shoulders, holding him in a fireman’s carry position. Jumping backwards and away from the corner, Stevens then pulls Dakota over his head and as he lands on the mat, he drops Dakota across his knee with a gutbuster. Rolling Dakota off his knee and down to the mat on his back, Stevens then makes the cover as the official races over for the count.
ONE
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TW–
JOHNSON: ”Tw–“
VASSA: ”Nope!”
JOHNSON: ”Dakota kicks out just before the two!”
Pushing himself up, Stevens gives Dakota two kicks to the ribs for good measure before pulling him back to his feet. Positioning himself beside Dakota, Stevens then goes for a front Russian leg sweep but gets stopped as Dakota delivers a brutal elbow shot to his nose. Covering his nose with both hands, Stevens’ eyes begin to water, giving Dakota a few moments to create some distance between the two. Moving a few feet behind Stevens, Dakota then rushes in behind and wraps both arms around his large body. Driving him forward, Dakota slams Stevens into the nearby corner chest first. He then applies a half nelson before dragging Stevens away from the corner. Lifting Stevens off his feet, Dakota slams him on top of his head with a half nelson suplex.
Rolling over to his stomach, Stevens remains on the mat, still tending to his nose with one hand and the back of his neck with his other. Hopping over Stevens, Dakota runs to the ropes and as he comes back, he drops a knee to the back of his head, slamming his face into the canvas. Rolling forward, Dakota rises back to his feet in a fluid motion. He then whips around and leaps straight into the air, coming down onto Stevens and planting his feet into his back with a double foot stomp. Jumping up again, Dakota then spreads his legs and falls onto Stevens back. Now sitting on top of Stevens, Dakota begins hammering the sides of his head with lefts and rights. After knocking the big man senseless, Dakota locks onto his head with both hands. Pressing Stevens’ face against the mat, Dakota begins dragging it back and forth from left to right.
Standing tall, he then rolls Stevens over to his back, revealing his face covered in blood. Beside his head, blood is smeared across the canvas. Pulling Stevens to his feet, Dakota drags him towards the corner. Standing between the corner and Stevens, Dakota turns Stevens around to face the opposite direction. Wrapping his arms around Stevens’ waist, Dakota goes to lift him up for a German suplex but comes up short as Stevens locks his leg with his. Dakota slams his head forward, hitting Stevens with a headbutt to the back of the head. He then goes to lift him again but this time, Stevens throws his arm back, hitting Dakota in the ear with an elbow. Reaching up and grabbing Dakota’s head, Stevens then lunges over, pulling Dakota over his back and slamming him to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”Dakota was looking to use that corner as a weapon but Scott just overpowered him and ended that before he could even get started.”
VASSA: ”These two have been beating the hell out of each other from the start. At this rate, it’s going to come down to who wants it more.”
JOHNSON: ”Dakota may be a savage but Stevens clearly has the strength advantage and if used properly, he could very well put The Butcher away for the night.”
VASSA: ”He has an opportunity now let’s see if he takes advantage!”
Lifting his foot up as high as he can, Stevens then slams it down towards Dakota’s head. Rolling out of the way, Dakota avoids the stomp to the face as Stevens foot hits the mat with a thud. Stevens then goes for another stomp but misses again as Dakota continues to roll across the ring. Swinging his body around, Dakota kicks Stevens in the stomach, giving himself a short moment to climb back to his feet. As Dakota stands, Stevens swings forward and connects with a shot to Dakota’s jaw, whipping his head to the side. Dakota sling shots his body and swings it in the opposite direction, taking a shot at Stevens’ with a hook. Ducking underneath the attack, Stevens counters with a solid shot to Dakota’s body.
Standing straight up, Stevens hits Dakota across the chest with back to back knife-edge chops. He then grabs onto Dakota’s wrist before stepping in and closing the gap between the two. Walking Dakota backwards, Stevens presses him against the ropes before whipping him across the ring with a little extra force. Just as Dakota hits the ropes and bounces off, Stevens takes two steps to the center of the ring and then goes for a big boot as Dakota closes in. Dropping to the mat, Dakota slides underneath Stevens’ leg and behind him. Quickly turning around, Stevens reaches down for Dakota but instead catches a foot to the face as Dakota kicks his leg back and over his body, knocking him back a couple of steps.
Pushing himself up to his feet, Dakota’s window of opportunity closes as Stevens rushes in and kicks him in the stomach just as he stands. Buckling over, Dakota gasps for air as the kick depletes his lungs of oxygen. Pulling Dakota’s head between his legs, Stevens then wraps him up around the waist before lifting him up into the air for a powerbomb. Before Stevens has a chance to slam Dakota to the mat, Dakota begins raining down on the top of his head with vicious rights. In a last ditch effort, Stevens attempts to slam Dakota down but instead, Dakota pushes away and drops down to his feet in front of Stevens. Taking a swing for Stevens head, Dakota misses as he ducks. Stevens then pops up and locks onto Dakota’s head for the Toxic Sting. Ripping his head away from Stevens, Dakota pushes him in the back and sends him to the nearby ropes. As Stevens comes back shortly on the rebound, Dakota stops him in his tracks with a swift kick to the stomach. Pulling Stevens in, Dakota wraps his arm around his head before hooking Stevens’ leg. Lifting Stevens into the air with the fisherman’s suplex, Dakota transitions it into a sit-out spinebuster, laying Stevens out as the entire arena goes silent.
JOHNSON: ”Deadman Wonderland!”
VASSA: ”Stevens just about had him with the Toxic Sting and look at him now! He’s laid out by the hands of The Butcher!”
JOHNSON: ”This just might be it right here…”
Rolling over Stevens body and hooking his leg, Dakota props his back across Stevens body as the official drops in beside them for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”That’s all she wrote!”
“Welcome to Hell” hits the speakers as Dakota slowly pushes himself up from Stevens fallen body. The official then grabs his hand to raise it into the air but before he can, Dakota rips it away and growls in his direction. Not wanting any trouble, the official quickly races to the other side of the ring as the bell finally sounds.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, DAKOTA SSMMIITTHH!!!”
Towering over the unconscious Stevens, Dakota begins yelling down to him before jerking his head upward and gazing over the crowd. Pacing the ring, Dakota slams his fist against his chest and then presses his fingers into his flesh, acting as it he were grabbing his heart. He then pulls his hands away, fists balled and stares at it momentarily as the crowd looks on. Dipping through the ropes, he then makes his way to the back, appearing even angrier than he did before the match.