Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 6:10:26 GMT
UNDERCARD
SCOTT STEVENS VS. CALEB HOUSTON
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
‘The Failsafe’ by Misery Signals hits the PA system. The lights in the arena slowly dim down. As the beat picks up Caleb steps through the curtains. Wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black and gold fight shorts. His head is bowed and focused on the ring in front of him. His arms are hanging down to his sides his hands shaking as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. His stare breaking.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred seventeen pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall… CALEB HHOOUUSSTTOONN!!!”
As he makes the turn at the bottom of the ramp he removes the hood from his head and slowly unzips the sweat shirt. Tossing it out into the crowd before climbing up the steps. Walking to the center of the apron he grabs the top rope and springs himself into the ring. Once he is in the ring the lights slowly being to turn up. His head is still slightly bent his eyes focused on the crowd as he makes his way around the ring testing the ropes. Making his way to the corner he crouches down and places his right hand on the mat awaiting the beginning of the match.
JOHNSON: ”What a refreshing change of pace it has been lately to see Caleb taking an interest in his profession. Kid has all the talent in the world. All he’s needed is a little bit of focus.”
VASSA: ”Well when you’ve got a fine piece like Lauryn at your side it’s easy to get motivated. Trust me. I started on the Jared Subway diet when Kat Jones told me she’d suck my dick if I lost five pounds.”
JOHNSON: ”That never happened..”
VASSA: ”Sure it did. She said I looked like a fat Dean Ambrose.”
JOHNSON: ”Who is that?”
VASSA: ”Oh. Whoops. Gonna have to change my name to Robin Thicke after blurring those lines.”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
JOHNSON: ”You’ve gotta imagine that Stevens is looking for a way to get some kind of retribution after how things went for him on the last edition of Adrenaline, right?”
VASSA: ”Well, Steve, things can’t go much worse for Stevens than they did two weeks ago. JPD was in top form that night and it looked like Scott may have had a few to many to drink before coming to the ring. He can’t just be hoping to bounce back this week. He absolutely NEEDS to bounce back this week”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: ”This contest is scheduled for one fall. 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 raises his arms to the fans.
POWERS: This…is….SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat. He turns back to stare across the ring at his opponent, waiting for the referee to signal for the bell and the beginning of the match.
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”And we’re under way. Stevens certainly has the size advantage here in this match.”
VASSA: ”He does, but for once I’m not sure that matters all that much given the style of wrestling that Caleb usually employs. If you ask me, Caleb is the kind of competitor that is kryptonite to a big guy like Scott Stevens.”
The bout begins with both men meeting in the center of the ring. Stevens moves to tie Caleb up but the smaller, slimmer man is to quick for him, dodging out of the way of the larger mans hands and responding with a stiff kick to the right knee of Scott Stevens. Stevens responds by throwing an off balance right hand at Caleb, which Houston ducks under and then cracks a right kick off the inside of Stevens right knee, causing the big man to howl out in pain. Quickly, Caleb swoops around behind the big man and bounces off the ropes and lowers his shoulder, taking out Stevens right knee from behind with a low shoulder block.
Back on his feet quickly, Caleb leaps as Stevens begins to push himself back up from being dropped to one knee only to have the side of his face met with a stiff kick from Houston, knocking him all the way down to the mat. Caleb follows up with a quick cover, hooking the big, meaty leg of Scott Stevens as the referee slides in.
ONE
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”Caleb’s got some good rhythm here early.”
JOHNSON: ”And he’s doing exactly what he needs to in working one extremity of the larger man and keeping him grounded.”
Houston, pushing himself back up to a standing position, drags Stevens back up to his feet and whips him into the corner. As he comes near, Stevens fires out with an elbow that catches Caleb in the jaw and causes him to stumble backwards half a step. He immediately responds with a quick strike to Stevens jaw and then a boot to his stomach, doubling the big man over before straightening him up and snapping a knife edge chop across his chest. A red welt begins to develop on Stevens chest as Caleb shakes his hand, feeling some of the sting of the chop himself. Casually he puts his hand on Stevens chest and lines up another chop but before he can execute it, Stevens reaches out and wraps both hands around Calebs head, stepping out of the corner and spinning, forcing Caleb into the corner himself.
Immediately Stevens lands boot after boot to Houstons abdomen, stomping continuously until Caleb was seated on the mat with his back against the bottom turnbuckle. Letting out a guttaral roar, Stevens points at Caleb before backing up to the opposite corner. From there he took off at a full sprint across the ring, driving his knee into the temple of his seated opponent before turning and continuing to stomp on the man until the referee stepped in and forced Stevens to back off and give separation.
JOHNSON: ”That’s the Scott Stevens we’ve been looking to see. Vicious. Relentless. Powerful.”
VASSA: ”Ladies and Gentlemen we’re getting word from backstage that Jair Hopkins and Eli Carlson have managed to find each other again and things aren’t pretty. Word is they’re headed our wa-”
While Stevens continues to do work on Houston, a spotlight suddenly shines halfway up the lower bowl of the arena lighting up the bodies of Jair and Eli as they go back and forth. The crowd erupts into cheers and those nearby give the two men enough room to go at it. Eli is the first to back off, making his way over to the stairway in an attempt to get away from Jair who had managed to get a bit of the upper hand on him. Hopkins, quick in pursuit, manages to catch eli with a forearm to the back causing the number one contender to stumble and then tumble down a flight of the concrete steps much to the delight of the crowd.
Back in the ring, Caleb has managed to work his way back to a vertical base and avoid enough of Stevens attacks to catch his breath and shake the cobwebs loose. As Stevens closes again, Caleb leaps and catches him flush with a spinning heel kick, stumbling the man back into the ropes. Caleb charges and clotheslines Stevens over the top rope and then uses that same top rope to launch himself to the outside and across the body of Scott Stevens just as he began to stand again with a flying cross body.
JOHNSON: ”It’s madness out here folks. LOOK OUT STEVENS!”
VASSA: ”Caleb just sent him full speed into the steel steps and that thud was just sickening.”
JOHNSON: ”Now Hopkins and Eli are on the opposite side of the ring. Someone needs to get some order out here..”
VASSA: ”Eli and Jair have no business being out here. Security needs to get a handle on these two or we’re never going to make it to Winter Wasteland.”
On one side of the ring Stevens has fought his way back to his feet and is exchanging blows with Caleb Houston though the smaller man is starting to give way under the force of the larger’s strikes. On the opposite side of the ring, Eli has finally managed to regain some semblance of momentum and has Jair pinned against the ring and is delivering a combinations of kicks and strikes to the champ who is does his best to cover up and fire back when there’s openings. One of those openings allows him to grab Eli by the neck and roll him into the ring. Hopkins immediately follows his Winter Wasteland challenger into the ring.
With all four men in the ring the referee does his best to get things sorted out and get the two men who have no business being there out of the way but the four pay little attention to him. Hopkins backs Eli into the nearby corner and begins wailing on him. Stevens sidesteps a Caleb Houston kick and then spins quickly, wrapping his arms around Houstons neck and driving him into the ground just as Eli shoves Hopkins off of him forcefully and into the referee, knocking the zebra striped official down to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”TEXAS STING BY SCOTT STEVENS! HE’S GOT CALEB HOUSTON PINNED!”
VASSA: ”But Hopkins just accidentally knocked the referee down and he’s woozy. There’s no count to be made!”
Stevens, aware of what is going on, slams his fist onto the mat in frustration and bellows at Jair and Eli, who are completely focused on one another. Hopkins whips Eli across the ring and into the ropes but Eli manages to hold on instead of rebounding at the champ. Jair then charges across the ring at Eli but Eli is quick to scout it and duck down, pulling the top rope down with him and sending Jair spilling over to the outside. Stevens, in the ring, kneels down beside the referee and shakes him, trying to help the man get his wits about him.
Finally, from the back, security hustles down the ramp and gets in between Eli and Jair, pulling them apart. Both men are restrained by multiple officials until finally the two, with some space in between them, begin being lead back up the ramp by the security team. At the top of the ramp Jair manages to break free and launch himself over the group that had Eli restrained, sending bodies sprawling everywhere and Eli stumbling back through the curtain into the backstage area.
Just as the referee begins to climb back to his feet, Stevens stands having no idea that Houston has recovered and is back up to a stable vertical base. As he turns back to face what he believes is an opponent still down and out, he’s met with a vicious spinning kick to the side of his face that drops him immediately. Scott Stevens goes DOWN IN FLAMES and Caleb Houston is quick to cover. The referee, fully aware of what is happening now, drops to the mat and begins to count.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
JOHNSON: ”Well Scott Stevens isn’t going to be happy about the way things went in this match.”
VASSA: ”And he’ll be right to be upset but that right there is why you never turn your back on your opponent. A veteran like Stevens should have known better and he paid the price.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… CALEBBBB HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTON!!!”
As the scene begins to fade backstage the referee raises Calebs hand in the air as he sits back on both knees, his hand holding his neck still feeling the effects of the Toxic Sting that Scott Stevens had hit on him moments earlier.
SCOTT STEVENS VS. CALEB HOUSTON
POWERS: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
‘The Failsafe’ by Misery Signals hits the PA system. The lights in the arena slowly dim down. As the beat picks up Caleb steps through the curtains. Wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black and gold fight shorts. His head is bowed and focused on the ring in front of him. His arms are hanging down to his sides his hands shaking as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. His stare breaking.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred seventeen pounds and standing six feet, one inch tall… CALEB HHOOUUSSTTOONN!!!”
As he makes the turn at the bottom of the ramp he removes the hood from his head and slowly unzips the sweat shirt. Tossing it out into the crowd before climbing up the steps. Walking to the center of the apron he grabs the top rope and springs himself into the ring. Once he is in the ring the lights slowly being to turn up. His head is still slightly bent his eyes focused on the crowd as he makes his way around the ring testing the ropes. Making his way to the corner he crouches down and places his right hand on the mat awaiting the beginning of the match.
JOHNSON: ”What a refreshing change of pace it has been lately to see Caleb taking an interest in his profession. Kid has all the talent in the world. All he’s needed is a little bit of focus.”
VASSA: ”Well when you’ve got a fine piece like Lauryn at your side it’s easy to get motivated. Trust me. I started on the Jared Subway diet when Kat Jones told me she’d suck my dick if I lost five pounds.”
JOHNSON: ”That never happened..”
VASSA: ”Sure it did. She said I looked like a fat Dean Ambrose.”
JOHNSON: ”Who is that?”
VASSA: ”Oh. Whoops. Gonna have to change my name to Robin Thicke after blurring those lines.”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
JOHNSON: ”You’ve gotta imagine that Stevens is looking for a way to get some kind of retribution after how things went for him on the last edition of Adrenaline, right?”
VASSA: ”Well, Steve, things can’t go much worse for Stevens than they did two weeks ago. JPD was in top form that night and it looked like Scott may have had a few to many to drink before coming to the ring. He can’t just be hoping to bounce back this week. He absolutely NEEDS to bounce back this week”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: ”This contest is scheduled for one fall. 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 raises his arms to the fans.
POWERS: This…is….SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat. He turns back to stare across the ring at his opponent, waiting for the referee to signal for the bell and the beginning of the match.
DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”And we’re under way. Stevens certainly has the size advantage here in this match.”
VASSA: ”He does, but for once I’m not sure that matters all that much given the style of wrestling that Caleb usually employs. If you ask me, Caleb is the kind of competitor that is kryptonite to a big guy like Scott Stevens.”
The bout begins with both men meeting in the center of the ring. Stevens moves to tie Caleb up but the smaller, slimmer man is to quick for him, dodging out of the way of the larger mans hands and responding with a stiff kick to the right knee of Scott Stevens. Stevens responds by throwing an off balance right hand at Caleb, which Houston ducks under and then cracks a right kick off the inside of Stevens right knee, causing the big man to howl out in pain. Quickly, Caleb swoops around behind the big man and bounces off the ropes and lowers his shoulder, taking out Stevens right knee from behind with a low shoulder block.
Back on his feet quickly, Caleb leaps as Stevens begins to push himself back up from being dropped to one knee only to have the side of his face met with a stiff kick from Houston, knocking him all the way down to the mat. Caleb follows up with a quick cover, hooking the big, meaty leg of Scott Stevens as the referee slides in.
ONE
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”Caleb’s got some good rhythm here early.”
JOHNSON: ”And he’s doing exactly what he needs to in working one extremity of the larger man and keeping him grounded.”
Houston, pushing himself back up to a standing position, drags Stevens back up to his feet and whips him into the corner. As he comes near, Stevens fires out with an elbow that catches Caleb in the jaw and causes him to stumble backwards half a step. He immediately responds with a quick strike to Stevens jaw and then a boot to his stomach, doubling the big man over before straightening him up and snapping a knife edge chop across his chest. A red welt begins to develop on Stevens chest as Caleb shakes his hand, feeling some of the sting of the chop himself. Casually he puts his hand on Stevens chest and lines up another chop but before he can execute it, Stevens reaches out and wraps both hands around Calebs head, stepping out of the corner and spinning, forcing Caleb into the corner himself.
Immediately Stevens lands boot after boot to Houstons abdomen, stomping continuously until Caleb was seated on the mat with his back against the bottom turnbuckle. Letting out a guttaral roar, Stevens points at Caleb before backing up to the opposite corner. From there he took off at a full sprint across the ring, driving his knee into the temple of his seated opponent before turning and continuing to stomp on the man until the referee stepped in and forced Stevens to back off and give separation.
JOHNSON: ”That’s the Scott Stevens we’ve been looking to see. Vicious. Relentless. Powerful.”
VASSA: ”Ladies and Gentlemen we’re getting word from backstage that Jair Hopkins and Eli Carlson have managed to find each other again and things aren’t pretty. Word is they’re headed our wa-”
While Stevens continues to do work on Houston, a spotlight suddenly shines halfway up the lower bowl of the arena lighting up the bodies of Jair and Eli as they go back and forth. The crowd erupts into cheers and those nearby give the two men enough room to go at it. Eli is the first to back off, making his way over to the stairway in an attempt to get away from Jair who had managed to get a bit of the upper hand on him. Hopkins, quick in pursuit, manages to catch eli with a forearm to the back causing the number one contender to stumble and then tumble down a flight of the concrete steps much to the delight of the crowd.
Back in the ring, Caleb has managed to work his way back to a vertical base and avoid enough of Stevens attacks to catch his breath and shake the cobwebs loose. As Stevens closes again, Caleb leaps and catches him flush with a spinning heel kick, stumbling the man back into the ropes. Caleb charges and clotheslines Stevens over the top rope and then uses that same top rope to launch himself to the outside and across the body of Scott Stevens just as he began to stand again with a flying cross body.
JOHNSON: ”It’s madness out here folks. LOOK OUT STEVENS!”
VASSA: ”Caleb just sent him full speed into the steel steps and that thud was just sickening.”
JOHNSON: ”Now Hopkins and Eli are on the opposite side of the ring. Someone needs to get some order out here..”
VASSA: ”Eli and Jair have no business being out here. Security needs to get a handle on these two or we’re never going to make it to Winter Wasteland.”
On one side of the ring Stevens has fought his way back to his feet and is exchanging blows with Caleb Houston though the smaller man is starting to give way under the force of the larger’s strikes. On the opposite side of the ring, Eli has finally managed to regain some semblance of momentum and has Jair pinned against the ring and is delivering a combinations of kicks and strikes to the champ who is does his best to cover up and fire back when there’s openings. One of those openings allows him to grab Eli by the neck and roll him into the ring. Hopkins immediately follows his Winter Wasteland challenger into the ring.
With all four men in the ring the referee does his best to get things sorted out and get the two men who have no business being there out of the way but the four pay little attention to him. Hopkins backs Eli into the nearby corner and begins wailing on him. Stevens sidesteps a Caleb Houston kick and then spins quickly, wrapping his arms around Houstons neck and driving him into the ground just as Eli shoves Hopkins off of him forcefully and into the referee, knocking the zebra striped official down to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”TEXAS STING BY SCOTT STEVENS! HE’S GOT CALEB HOUSTON PINNED!”
VASSA: ”But Hopkins just accidentally knocked the referee down and he’s woozy. There’s no count to be made!”
Stevens, aware of what is going on, slams his fist onto the mat in frustration and bellows at Jair and Eli, who are completely focused on one another. Hopkins whips Eli across the ring and into the ropes but Eli manages to hold on instead of rebounding at the champ. Jair then charges across the ring at Eli but Eli is quick to scout it and duck down, pulling the top rope down with him and sending Jair spilling over to the outside. Stevens, in the ring, kneels down beside the referee and shakes him, trying to help the man get his wits about him.
Finally, from the back, security hustles down the ramp and gets in between Eli and Jair, pulling them apart. Both men are restrained by multiple officials until finally the two, with some space in between them, begin being lead back up the ramp by the security team. At the top of the ramp Jair manages to break free and launch himself over the group that had Eli restrained, sending bodies sprawling everywhere and Eli stumbling back through the curtain into the backstage area.
Just as the referee begins to climb back to his feet, Stevens stands having no idea that Houston has recovered and is back up to a stable vertical base. As he turns back to face what he believes is an opponent still down and out, he’s met with a vicious spinning kick to the side of his face that drops him immediately. Scott Stevens goes DOWN IN FLAMES and Caleb Houston is quick to cover. The referee, fully aware of what is happening now, drops to the mat and begins to count.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
JOHNSON: ”Well Scott Stevens isn’t going to be happy about the way things went in this match.”
VASSA: ”And he’ll be right to be upset but that right there is why you never turn your back on your opponent. A veteran like Stevens should have known better and he paid the price.”
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… CALEBBBB HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTON!!!”
As the scene begins to fade backstage the referee raises Calebs hand in the air as he sits back on both knees, his hand holding his neck still feeling the effects of the Toxic Sting that Scott Stevens had hit on him moments earlier.