Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 6:11:15 GMT
UNDERCARD
GRUDGE MATCH
SCOTT STEVENS VS. JASON P. DAVIDSON
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: ”This should be one hell of a fight between Scott Stevens and Jason P. Davidson coming up.”
VASSA: ”I think Stevens is going to be in for a world of hurt when JPD gets his hands on him. Scott Stevens is solely responsible for JPD not being there at the very end of the Warzone. I can’t imagine that has sat well with him at all these past two weeks.”
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….SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”At least he seems like he’s ready to go tonight, Vinny. Stevens has the look in his eye that says he’s all business..”
VASSA: ”He’s a hell of a fighter indeed but JPD is one of the top five talents in this company today, in the opinion of myself and former 4CW competitor Jett Wilder, and I think he’s just going to be a bit too much to handle.”
The lights in the arena go completely black as the sound of the opening guitar riffs of “Hail To The King” by Avenged Sevenfold begin to play. A single spotlight shines on the stage.
POWERS: “From Miami, Florida weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-two pounds.. standing at six foot three inches tall…”
Smoke fills the stage as a medieval throne rises to the center of the stage. Seated on the throne is Jason P. Davidson in a fur cape and crown upon his head. The Tag Team Championship proudly displayed on his lap and shining in the spotlight. A loud chorus of boo’s is heard before the lights in the arena go completely black again.
“Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Children roam the streets, now orphans of war
Bodies hanging in the streets to adore”
The lights in the arena come back on and flames explode from either side of the stage as Jason rises from the throne with a mighty roar. He tosses off the cape and locks his eyes down towards the ring as he makes his way down the ramp with the Tag Team Championship slung over his right shoulder.
“Royal flames will carve a path in chaos,
Bringing daylight to the night
Death is riding into town with armor,
They’ve come to take all your rights”
POWERS: “He is the Conqueror… Wrestling’s one true Royalty… the King of Everything… And One Half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions! Here is JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”
Jason makes his way up the steel ring steps and along the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises the Tag Team Championship high into the air as flashbulbs go off all over the arena.
“Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
The King…”
Jason hops down into the ring before walking to the center pushing Powers out of the way as he places the Tag Team Championship back over his right shoulder. He raises his arms into the air letting out another mighty roar as the referee comes over and removes the crown from the top of his head, taking his half of the tag team belt as well. As the music fades both men stare each other down across the ring, neither of them flinching but merely waiting for the bell to be sounded and the fight to truly begin.
DING!!! DING!!!
As soon as the bell sounds there’s no delay in the action. The two men move toward each other in the center of the ring. If one paid close enough attention they would have seen JPD smirk one half second before the entire arena went dead silent.
CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!
VASSA: ”OH MY GOD JPD NEARLY TOOK HIS HEAD OFF WITH THAT SUPERKICK!”
JOHNSON: ”JPD with the quick cover. There’s no way this can be over already, can it? Just like that? It might set a new 4CW record for quickest pinfall.”
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THR–
Without a doubt JPD could have had the pinfall had he wanted it but he wasn’t going to let Stevens off the hook that easily, instead pulling the man’s shoulders off the mat just before the referee’s hand could come down and slap the mat a third time. Now things were going to get fun. Stevens, whose expression on his face looks like he had been hit in the head with a sledgehammer, is pulled back to his feet by JPD and whipped into the corner. With ease, Jason strolls over to the corner and raises his right boot, pressing it to the throat of his opponent as the referee comes over and begins to count to five. He gets all the way to four before JPD breaks the hold and turns to shove the referee away, pointing a finger at the zebra striped official warningly.
Turning back to Stevens, JPD climbs to the middle turnbuckle and begins unloading strike after strike to the side of Scott Stevens head relentlessly. Again, the referee steps in and begins counting to five. At four he wraps his arms around JPD’s waist and physically pulls him down from the middle turnbuckle. Irritated, Jason turns to the official and gets a finger directly in his face and a stern warning that any further infractions would result in his disqualification. Unphased by the warning, JPD smirks in the officials face and then turns back to Stevens. This time JPD places both hands on the middle rope on either side of Stevens body and began ramming his shoulder into his opponents abdomen time after time after time. When Davidson finally lets up, Stevens stumbles out of the corner in an even greater daze than he had been in moments earlier, collapsing to his knees.
VASSA: ”Man oh man we’re seeing that mean streak we spoke about before this match and Stevens just doesn’t seem to have any answer for it.”
JOHNSON: ”So long as things don’t change anytime soon it sure looks like JPD is going to make short work out of Scott Stevens tonight. So much for a grudge match.”
With Stevens on his knees, JPD backs up and takes a moment to size up his opponent before running full speed at him and catching him in the side of the head with a running knee that topples Stevens over onto his back. Immediately back to his feet, JPD bounces off the ropes and comes back full speed at Stevens, leaping and landing a running senton splash across the abdomen of Scott Stevens. Clutching his stomach, Stevens rolls over onto his side as JPD stands up and extends his arms out wide, screaming to the crowd that he is, indeed, the king of everything.
He then takes to the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to a chorus of boos, which does nothing but make him happy and egg him into taunting them more. Out of the corner of his eye a moment later he catches Scott Stevens moving, having found his way back to his hands and knees. For half a second JPD shook his head in dismay, hopping down from the turnbuckle and returning to his opponent. After a brief moments hesitation, or lining Stevens up, JPD took off towards him and connected with a wicked punt kick to the side of Stevens head.
JOHNSON: ”At some point soon the referee needs to step in and put an end to this match. Stevens isn’t defending himself.”
VASSA: ”Well I can promise you that JPD doesn’t look like he has any intention of stopping before that point. You may be right Steve.”
Davidson makes his way over towards Stevens at a relaxed pace as Stevens again pushes himself up to his hands and knees, though it seems clear he has no idea where he’s at or likely even who he is. JPD stands beside him, shaking his head in disappointment as Stevens instinctively grabs hold of JPD’s leg and begins to pull himself up. With one hand JPD leans down and grabs a handful of hair and then, in the blink of an eye, the entire match changed. A sudden burst of clarity struck Stevens and he rolled JPD up into a small package. Almost shocked by the sudden turn of events, the referee slides in as Davidsons feet and legs buck wildly, trying to escape the pinfall.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THR–KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”Oh my God, Stevens almost snatched that one out of thin air. That would have been the most stunning victory of the year, I think.”
JOHNSON: ”The point is he only almost snatched it out of thin air. He went for the Hail Mary, nearly had it, and dropped the ball in the end zone.”
Instantly JPD is back to his feet. Stevens gets back to his feet quickly as well but he’s obviously still feeling the effects of the non stop onslaught by Jason P. Davidson. Both men move towards each other. Stevens gets caught with a boot to the stomach. JPD quickly wraps him up, lifts him up, and drops him on his head with a cradle piledriver. He wastes no time repositioning himself in the in ring, moving alongside of Stevens and wrapping him up in an Anaconda Vice. Stevens fights against it as the crowd tries to encourage him to break out of the hold but eventually the pain is too much for him to bear, leaving Stevens no option but to tap the mat in submission.
VASSA: ”ASCENDED SLUMBER! Holy Shit JPD just made Scott Stevens tap out. I never thought those words would come out of my mouth.”
JOHNSON: ”From start to finish what a complete victory by JPD tonight. Scott Stevens is a talented individual but tonight he was just flat out overmatched.”
In the ring, JPD still has the hold locked in. Beside him the referee is imploring him to release it, slapping him on the arm and shouting at him to let it go but Davidson is having none of it. From the backstage area, officials and security rush to the ring and slide in. It takes five men to finally get JPD to release the submission hold he had applied to Stevens for a victory. When the hold was finally broken the referee helped him up to his feet and raised his hand in the air while Stevens rolled himself out of the ring and was left to be tended to by medical personel.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by submission… JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”
As JPD celebrates in the ring the scene switches backstage…
GRUDGE MATCH
SCOTT STEVENS VS. JASON P. DAVIDSON
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: ”This should be one hell of a fight between Scott Stevens and Jason P. Davidson coming up.”
VASSA: ”I think Stevens is going to be in for a world of hurt when JPD gets his hands on him. Scott Stevens is solely responsible for JPD not being there at the very end of the Warzone. I can’t imagine that has sat well with him at all these past two weeks.”
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….SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”At least he seems like he’s ready to go tonight, Vinny. Stevens has the look in his eye that says he’s all business..”
VASSA: ”He’s a hell of a fighter indeed but JPD is one of the top five talents in this company today, in the opinion of myself and former 4CW competitor Jett Wilder, and I think he’s just going to be a bit too much to handle.”
The lights in the arena go completely black as the sound of the opening guitar riffs of “Hail To The King” by Avenged Sevenfold begin to play. A single spotlight shines on the stage.
POWERS: “From Miami, Florida weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty-two pounds.. standing at six foot three inches tall…”
Smoke fills the stage as a medieval throne rises to the center of the stage. Seated on the throne is Jason P. Davidson in a fur cape and crown upon his head. The Tag Team Championship proudly displayed on his lap and shining in the spotlight. A loud chorus of boo’s is heard before the lights in the arena go completely black again.
“Watch your tongue or have it cut from your head
Save your life by keeping whispers unsaid
Children roam the streets, now orphans of war
Bodies hanging in the streets to adore”
The lights in the arena come back on and flames explode from either side of the stage as Jason rises from the throne with a mighty roar. He tosses off the cape and locks his eyes down towards the ring as he makes his way down the ramp with the Tag Team Championship slung over his right shoulder.
“Royal flames will carve a path in chaos,
Bringing daylight to the night
Death is riding into town with armor,
They’ve come to take all your rights”
POWERS: “He is the Conqueror… Wrestling’s one true Royalty… the King of Everything… And One Half of the 4CW Tag Team Champions! Here is JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”
Jason makes his way up the steel ring steps and along the ring apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises the Tag Team Championship high into the air as flashbulbs go off all over the arena.
“Hail to the king, hail to the one
Kneel to the crown, stand in the sun
Hail to the king
Hail!
Hail!
Hail!
The King…”
Jason hops down into the ring before walking to the center pushing Powers out of the way as he places the Tag Team Championship back over his right shoulder. He raises his arms into the air letting out another mighty roar as the referee comes over and removes the crown from the top of his head, taking his half of the tag team belt as well. As the music fades both men stare each other down across the ring, neither of them flinching but merely waiting for the bell to be sounded and the fight to truly begin.
DING!!! DING!!!
As soon as the bell sounds there’s no delay in the action. The two men move toward each other in the center of the ring. If one paid close enough attention they would have seen JPD smirk one half second before the entire arena went dead silent.
CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!
VASSA: ”OH MY GOD JPD NEARLY TOOK HIS HEAD OFF WITH THAT SUPERKICK!”
JOHNSON: ”JPD with the quick cover. There’s no way this can be over already, can it? Just like that? It might set a new 4CW record for quickest pinfall.”
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THR–
Without a doubt JPD could have had the pinfall had he wanted it but he wasn’t going to let Stevens off the hook that easily, instead pulling the man’s shoulders off the mat just before the referee’s hand could come down and slap the mat a third time. Now things were going to get fun. Stevens, whose expression on his face looks like he had been hit in the head with a sledgehammer, is pulled back to his feet by JPD and whipped into the corner. With ease, Jason strolls over to the corner and raises his right boot, pressing it to the throat of his opponent as the referee comes over and begins to count to five. He gets all the way to four before JPD breaks the hold and turns to shove the referee away, pointing a finger at the zebra striped official warningly.
Turning back to Stevens, JPD climbs to the middle turnbuckle and begins unloading strike after strike to the side of Scott Stevens head relentlessly. Again, the referee steps in and begins counting to five. At four he wraps his arms around JPD’s waist and physically pulls him down from the middle turnbuckle. Irritated, Jason turns to the official and gets a finger directly in his face and a stern warning that any further infractions would result in his disqualification. Unphased by the warning, JPD smirks in the officials face and then turns back to Stevens. This time JPD places both hands on the middle rope on either side of Stevens body and began ramming his shoulder into his opponents abdomen time after time after time. When Davidson finally lets up, Stevens stumbles out of the corner in an even greater daze than he had been in moments earlier, collapsing to his knees.
VASSA: ”Man oh man we’re seeing that mean streak we spoke about before this match and Stevens just doesn’t seem to have any answer for it.”
JOHNSON: ”So long as things don’t change anytime soon it sure looks like JPD is going to make short work out of Scott Stevens tonight. So much for a grudge match.”
With Stevens on his knees, JPD backs up and takes a moment to size up his opponent before running full speed at him and catching him in the side of the head with a running knee that topples Stevens over onto his back. Immediately back to his feet, JPD bounces off the ropes and comes back full speed at Stevens, leaping and landing a running senton splash across the abdomen of Scott Stevens. Clutching his stomach, Stevens rolls over onto his side as JPD stands up and extends his arms out wide, screaming to the crowd that he is, indeed, the king of everything.
He then takes to the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to a chorus of boos, which does nothing but make him happy and egg him into taunting them more. Out of the corner of his eye a moment later he catches Scott Stevens moving, having found his way back to his hands and knees. For half a second JPD shook his head in dismay, hopping down from the turnbuckle and returning to his opponent. After a brief moments hesitation, or lining Stevens up, JPD took off towards him and connected with a wicked punt kick to the side of Stevens head.
JOHNSON: ”At some point soon the referee needs to step in and put an end to this match. Stevens isn’t defending himself.”
VASSA: ”Well I can promise you that JPD doesn’t look like he has any intention of stopping before that point. You may be right Steve.”
Davidson makes his way over towards Stevens at a relaxed pace as Stevens again pushes himself up to his hands and knees, though it seems clear he has no idea where he’s at or likely even who he is. JPD stands beside him, shaking his head in disappointment as Stevens instinctively grabs hold of JPD’s leg and begins to pull himself up. With one hand JPD leans down and grabs a handful of hair and then, in the blink of an eye, the entire match changed. A sudden burst of clarity struck Stevens and he rolled JPD up into a small package. Almost shocked by the sudden turn of events, the referee slides in as Davidsons feet and legs buck wildly, trying to escape the pinfall.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THR–KICKOUT!!!
VASSA: ”Oh my God, Stevens almost snatched that one out of thin air. That would have been the most stunning victory of the year, I think.”
JOHNSON: ”The point is he only almost snatched it out of thin air. He went for the Hail Mary, nearly had it, and dropped the ball in the end zone.”
Instantly JPD is back to his feet. Stevens gets back to his feet quickly as well but he’s obviously still feeling the effects of the non stop onslaught by Jason P. Davidson. Both men move towards each other. Stevens gets caught with a boot to the stomach. JPD quickly wraps him up, lifts him up, and drops him on his head with a cradle piledriver. He wastes no time repositioning himself in the in ring, moving alongside of Stevens and wrapping him up in an Anaconda Vice. Stevens fights against it as the crowd tries to encourage him to break out of the hold but eventually the pain is too much for him to bear, leaving Stevens no option but to tap the mat in submission.
VASSA: ”ASCENDED SLUMBER! Holy Shit JPD just made Scott Stevens tap out. I never thought those words would come out of my mouth.”
JOHNSON: ”From start to finish what a complete victory by JPD tonight. Scott Stevens is a talented individual but tonight he was just flat out overmatched.”
In the ring, JPD still has the hold locked in. Beside him the referee is imploring him to release it, slapping him on the arm and shouting at him to let it go but Davidson is having none of it. From the backstage area, officials and security rush to the ring and slide in. It takes five men to finally get JPD to release the submission hold he had applied to Stevens for a victory. When the hold was finally broken the referee helped him up to his feet and raised his hand in the air while Stevens rolled himself out of the ring and was left to be tended to by medical personel.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by submission… JASON P. DDAAVVIIDDSSOONN!!!”
As JPD celebrates in the ring the scene switches backstage…