Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 6:13:39 GMT
UNDERCARD
SCOTT STEVENS VS. BRYAN WILLIAMS
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. 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.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred fifty-six pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall! He is ‘The Scorpion’… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas. Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
VASSA: “Have you heard…”
JOHNSON: “Don’t you do it!”
VASSA: “Have you heard about the lonesome loser!”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares over the crowd. As icy glare and a throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
“Unsung” immediately begins to play, the heavy guitar riff and drums backing the intense sound ripping out towards the audience. The main riff starts, playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song. Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his right hand and extends his pointer finger. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “Leviathan”, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”
Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn’t waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. With a serious look on his face, Bryan stands in the ring waiting for the start of the match.
JOHNSON: “We have the makings for a possible match of the night with this one folks!”
VASSA: “Both of these guy know how to handle themselves in the ring and pout put on damn good show.”
JOHNSON: “They’re both coming off tough losses from two weeks ago. You can bet that there will be a fire under each of their butts here tonight.”
VASSA: “Two very tough losses. Stevens was practically robbed by his lover getting involved, and Williams, well Hopkins isn’t an easy one to beat for anyone. I don’t care who you are!”
JOHNSON: “Williams has already gotten himself involved earlier in the night so I guess you could say he’s warmed up.”
VASSA: “He warmed his foot right up to Cashe’s balls! That rude piece of shirt!”
JOHNSON: “Shirt?”
VASSA: “Don’t question me! Every time you do it makes me wish to sleep forever just a bit more.”
With both men ready, the official quickly signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
With their sights locked in on one another, both Bryan and Stevens slowly exit their corners and approach each other until standing face to face in the center of the ring. Stevens with the size advantage, looks down to Williams with a grin on his face before holding his hand up and extending his finger. Pushing his hand forward, Stevens pokes Williams in the chest, pushing him back a step. Williams then swats Stevens’ hand away and fires with a right hand across Stevens’ jaw.
VASSA: “Williams isn’t one to be easily intimidated.”
Firing back with a punch of his own, Stevens plants his fist into Williams mouth, knocking him down to one knee. Pushing himself up and lunging forward, but keeping low, Williams wraps Stevens leg up and takes him to the canvas with a single leg takedown. Quickly crawling on top of Stevens, Williams draws back and swings, connecting with a stiff right hand to the face. As Williams draws back once more, Stevens reaches up and locks onto his arm, rolling to the side and throwing Williams off of him.
JOHNSON: “We have a fight on our hands!”
VASSA: “It’s the battle of Texas!”
Both men quickly race to get to their feet, Stevens standing first. Moving in as Bryan gets to one knee, Stevens hits him with a knee lift to the face, knocking him flat on his back. Pulling Williams up from the mat, Stevens wraps him up before lifting him off the mat and slamming him down with a T-bone suplex. The entire ring rattles as Williams slams against the canvas. Standing tall, Stevens doesn’t give Bryan a single moment to recover before kicking him in the side of the head.
Pulling Williams up from the mat again, Stevens locks onto his wrist and then goes to whip him to the ropes. Reversing the throw, Williams sends Stevens racing towards them instead. Jumping forward, Stevens plants both feet onto the middle ropes and springboards off, rotating in mid-air and catching Bryan off guard with a springboard roundhouse.
JOHNSON: “Stevens with the Venomous Injection!”
With Bryan down, Stevens quickly drops down and makes the cover.
ONE
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Before the official can even go for the two, Williams kicks out. Not wasting any time, Stevens pushes himself up while driving his fist downward into Williams’ jaw. Once up, he reaches down and grabs onto Bryan’s head, pulling him up to the mat. Not letting go of his head, Stevens then pulls it in as he lunges his forward, hitting Bryan with a nasty headbutt. Spinning Bryan around, Stevens then wraps him around the waist with both arms, locking his hands in front of Bryan. Lifting Bryan off his feet, Stevens drops him on his head with a German suplex. Keeping his hands locked together, Stevens then rolls over to his side before working his way back to his feet and dragging Bryan up as well. Lifting Williams up again, Stevens drives him into the mat with a second German suplex. With his hands still locked together, Stevens works his way back to his feet again, with Bryan as well. Using all of his strength, Stevens lifts Bryan up for a third time and drops him to the mat with another German suplex.
VASSA: “I think Stevens is trying to tear the ring down with Bryan, using him as a hammer!”
JOHNSON: “It takes quite a bit of strength to perform a triple German suplex and Stevens just did it with ease.”
Crawling over Williams body, Stevens hooks the leg and goes for the quick pin.
ONE
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.
TW–
Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Williams escapes the pin just before the full two count. Looking back and forth from Williams to the official, Stevens then shakes his head in disbelief. Slowly pushing himself up from the mat, Stevens then turns to the ropes to his right. As he comes back on the rebound with a little speed, Stevens jumps up and comes down with a leg drop!
TTHHUUDD!!!
JOHNSON: “Bryan rolled out of the way!”
VASSA: “He’s not ready to go to sleep just yet!”
Releasing a loud grunt, Stevens reaches behind him and massages his lower back as the pain shoots up his spine. On all fours, Williams looks up to Stevens in the seated position. Standing tall, Williams swipes the hair from his face before stepping in and hitting Stevens in the chest with a superkick. Still up, Stevens quickly holds his chest leaving himself exposed as Williams then steps in and hits him with a superkick to the mouth, sending Stevens backwards and slamming his head against the canvas.
VASSA: “Williams has turned things around!”
Pushing himself up almost instantly, Stevens climbs to all fours. Turning to the ropes, Bryan takes off and as he comes back on the rebound with speed, he leaps forward and hits Stevens just as he pops his head up with an enziguri. Falling backwards yet again, Stevens head crashes against the mat for a second time. Just as before, Stevens quickly shakes it off and pushes himself up, showing slight signs of fatigue. Standing back and ready, Williams looks on, allowing Stevens to stand. As he does, Stevens lunges towards Williams but gets lifted off the mat as Williams ducks down rises with him on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Taking a step forward, Bryan then drops Stevens down from the fireman’s carry position with a neckbreaker.
JOHNSON: “Bryan is beating some sense into Stevens’ head.”
VASSA: “With the kicks and crashes against the mat, Stevens is going to end up with a concussion by the time this thing is all said and done.”
Rolling over top of Stevens, Williams makes the cover as the official races over with the count.
ONE
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.
TW–
Kicking his legs with both hands underneath Williams, Stevens bench presses him before throwing him off and breaking the pin attempt.
VASSA: “Fucking mongoloid strength!”
Landing on all fours, Williams quickly pushes himself up before Stevens does. Rushing in, Williams hits Stevens in the face with a forearm shot, keeping him down on his knees. Locking onto him, Williams then pulls him up to his feet and lifts him into the air, dropping him back down with a swinging side slam backbreaker. The entire ring rattles at the impact of Steven’s body slamming against the canvas.
Back on his feet, Bryan backs up towards the corner and patiently waits as Stevens slowly begins pushing himself up. As Stevens rises to his feet, Williams then moves in quickly and plants his foot underneath his chin with a superkick. Stumbling backwards, Stevens crashes into the corner, holding himself up with both arms draped over the top ropes.
JOHNSON: “These superkicks are really doing a number on Scott.”
VASSA: “He just needs to seal the deal!”
A loud roar is heard at the top of the ramp as the fans begin screaming.
VASSA: “UH-OH!!!”
JOHNSON: “It’s Jason Cashe!”
VASSA: “He’s come for some payback after getting hit in the balls twice earlier!”
Hearing the fans erupt behind him, Williams slowly turns around slowly, expecting there to be someone in the ring behind him. Shocked that no one is there, he then looks up at the ramp at Cashe standing at the top of the entrance stage.
JOHNSON: “Bryan should have known that Cashe wouldn’t let what happened earlier slide.”
VASSA: “Can’t these two just wait till Fright Night. Perry has already confirmed that those two will be facing off with Madison for the Pride Championship, whether or not Madison decides to show up or not.”
JOHNSON: “Since when has Cashe been able to show restraint?”
Ignoring what’s now behind him, Williams walks to the ropes, placing both hands across the top. In the far corner across the ring, Stevens slowly comes to his senses, shaking off the superkick to the head.
VASSA: “Bryan better get his head back in the game!”
Looking ahead, Stevens takes notice to what’s going on, Williams distracted by what’s in front of him. Walking lightly, Stevens sneaks up behind Williams and stands there, looking on as Williams is oblivious.
JOHNSON: “Bryan doesn’t even have a clue that Stevens is behind him right now.”
Laughing, Cashe then raises his arm and points to the ring as if hinting to bryan that someone is behind him. Getting the hint, Williams then slowly turns around only to see the big man looking him dead in the eye.
VASSA: “There he is!”
Quick to react, Williams throws a punch for Stevens head, only to have it blocked. Stevens then kicks Williams in the gut, forcing him to lunge over. Grabbing onto Williams head, Stevens applies a three-quarter facelock and then takes him down to the mat face first with a front face bulldog.
JOHNSON: “Toxic Sting!”
VASSA: “Come on Bryan!”
Jumping up and down in excitement, Cashe erupts with laughter at the sight of what just happened. Rolling Williams over to his back, Stevens then hooks the leg and covers him for the pin.
ONE
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.
TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: “Scott Stevens wins it all because Bryan couldn’t keep his head in the game.”
JOHNSON: “Regardless of how it happened, this is a big win for Scott Stevens as we head into Fright Night. He could find himself in the Warzone after tonight’s match.”
VASSA: “Poor Bryan, may he sleep forever in peace.”
“Hellraiser” hits the speakers as Stevens climbs to his feet. Looking up the ramp, he nods to Cashe only to get disrespected as Cashe gives him a middle finger in return before turning his back and exiting to the back. The official then grabs Stevens arm and raises it into the air as the bell sounds.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner… ‘The Scorpion’… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
SCOTT STEVENS VS. BRYAN WILLIAMS
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. 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.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Houston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred fifty-six pounds and standing six feet, six inches tall! He is ‘The Scorpion’… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas. Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
VASSA: “Have you heard…”
JOHNSON: “Don’t you do it!”
VASSA: “Have you heard about the lonesome loser!”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares over the crowd. As icy glare and a throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
“Unsung” immediately begins to play, the heavy guitar riff and drums backing the intense sound ripping out towards the audience. The main riff starts, playing over and over as the lights turn down. Strobes going along to the beat of the song. Bryan walks out from the back, head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his right hand and extends his pointer finger. He holds it up momentarily, eventually beginning to walk down to the ring as the song continues.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall! He is “Leviathan”, BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”
Bryan makes his way to the ring, walking at a brisk pace towards the ring. He doesn’t waste much time getting into the ring, walking up the steel steps and climbing in through the top and middle rope. With a serious look on his face, Bryan stands in the ring waiting for the start of the match.
JOHNSON: “We have the makings for a possible match of the night with this one folks!”
VASSA: “Both of these guy know how to handle themselves in the ring and pout put on damn good show.”
JOHNSON: “They’re both coming off tough losses from two weeks ago. You can bet that there will be a fire under each of their butts here tonight.”
VASSA: “Two very tough losses. Stevens was practically robbed by his lover getting involved, and Williams, well Hopkins isn’t an easy one to beat for anyone. I don’t care who you are!”
JOHNSON: “Williams has already gotten himself involved earlier in the night so I guess you could say he’s warmed up.”
VASSA: “He warmed his foot right up to Cashe’s balls! That rude piece of shirt!”
JOHNSON: “Shirt?”
VASSA: “Don’t question me! Every time you do it makes me wish to sleep forever just a bit more.”
With both men ready, the official quickly signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
With their sights locked in on one another, both Bryan and Stevens slowly exit their corners and approach each other until standing face to face in the center of the ring. Stevens with the size advantage, looks down to Williams with a grin on his face before holding his hand up and extending his finger. Pushing his hand forward, Stevens pokes Williams in the chest, pushing him back a step. Williams then swats Stevens’ hand away and fires with a right hand across Stevens’ jaw.
VASSA: “Williams isn’t one to be easily intimidated.”
Firing back with a punch of his own, Stevens plants his fist into Williams mouth, knocking him down to one knee. Pushing himself up and lunging forward, but keeping low, Williams wraps Stevens leg up and takes him to the canvas with a single leg takedown. Quickly crawling on top of Stevens, Williams draws back and swings, connecting with a stiff right hand to the face. As Williams draws back once more, Stevens reaches up and locks onto his arm, rolling to the side and throwing Williams off of him.
JOHNSON: “We have a fight on our hands!”
VASSA: “It’s the battle of Texas!”
Both men quickly race to get to their feet, Stevens standing first. Moving in as Bryan gets to one knee, Stevens hits him with a knee lift to the face, knocking him flat on his back. Pulling Williams up from the mat, Stevens wraps him up before lifting him off the mat and slamming him down with a T-bone suplex. The entire ring rattles as Williams slams against the canvas. Standing tall, Stevens doesn’t give Bryan a single moment to recover before kicking him in the side of the head.
Pulling Williams up from the mat again, Stevens locks onto his wrist and then goes to whip him to the ropes. Reversing the throw, Williams sends Stevens racing towards them instead. Jumping forward, Stevens plants both feet onto the middle ropes and springboards off, rotating in mid-air and catching Bryan off guard with a springboard roundhouse.
JOHNSON: “Stevens with the Venomous Injection!”
With Bryan down, Stevens quickly drops down and makes the cover.
ONE
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.
Before the official can even go for the two, Williams kicks out. Not wasting any time, Stevens pushes himself up while driving his fist downward into Williams’ jaw. Once up, he reaches down and grabs onto Bryan’s head, pulling him up to the mat. Not letting go of his head, Stevens then pulls it in as he lunges his forward, hitting Bryan with a nasty headbutt. Spinning Bryan around, Stevens then wraps him around the waist with both arms, locking his hands in front of Bryan. Lifting Bryan off his feet, Stevens drops him on his head with a German suplex. Keeping his hands locked together, Stevens then rolls over to his side before working his way back to his feet and dragging Bryan up as well. Lifting Williams up again, Stevens drives him into the mat with a second German suplex. With his hands still locked together, Stevens works his way back to his feet again, with Bryan as well. Using all of his strength, Stevens lifts Bryan up for a third time and drops him to the mat with another German suplex.
VASSA: “I think Stevens is trying to tear the ring down with Bryan, using him as a hammer!”
JOHNSON: “It takes quite a bit of strength to perform a triple German suplex and Stevens just did it with ease.”
Crawling over Williams body, Stevens hooks the leg and goes for the quick pin.
ONE
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.
TW–
Popping his shoulder up from the mat, Williams escapes the pin just before the full two count. Looking back and forth from Williams to the official, Stevens then shakes his head in disbelief. Slowly pushing himself up from the mat, Stevens then turns to the ropes to his right. As he comes back on the rebound with a little speed, Stevens jumps up and comes down with a leg drop!
TTHHUUDD!!!
JOHNSON: “Bryan rolled out of the way!”
VASSA: “He’s not ready to go to sleep just yet!”
Releasing a loud grunt, Stevens reaches behind him and massages his lower back as the pain shoots up his spine. On all fours, Williams looks up to Stevens in the seated position. Standing tall, Williams swipes the hair from his face before stepping in and hitting Stevens in the chest with a superkick. Still up, Stevens quickly holds his chest leaving himself exposed as Williams then steps in and hits him with a superkick to the mouth, sending Stevens backwards and slamming his head against the canvas.
VASSA: “Williams has turned things around!”
Pushing himself up almost instantly, Stevens climbs to all fours. Turning to the ropes, Bryan takes off and as he comes back on the rebound with speed, he leaps forward and hits Stevens just as he pops his head up with an enziguri. Falling backwards yet again, Stevens head crashes against the mat for a second time. Just as before, Stevens quickly shakes it off and pushes himself up, showing slight signs of fatigue. Standing back and ready, Williams looks on, allowing Stevens to stand. As he does, Stevens lunges towards Williams but gets lifted off the mat as Williams ducks down rises with him on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Taking a step forward, Bryan then drops Stevens down from the fireman’s carry position with a neckbreaker.
JOHNSON: “Bryan is beating some sense into Stevens’ head.”
VASSA: “With the kicks and crashes against the mat, Stevens is going to end up with a concussion by the time this thing is all said and done.”
Rolling over top of Stevens, Williams makes the cover as the official races over with the count.
ONE
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.
TW–
Kicking his legs with both hands underneath Williams, Stevens bench presses him before throwing him off and breaking the pin attempt.
VASSA: “Fucking mongoloid strength!”
Landing on all fours, Williams quickly pushes himself up before Stevens does. Rushing in, Williams hits Stevens in the face with a forearm shot, keeping him down on his knees. Locking onto him, Williams then pulls him up to his feet and lifts him into the air, dropping him back down with a swinging side slam backbreaker. The entire ring rattles at the impact of Steven’s body slamming against the canvas.
Back on his feet, Bryan backs up towards the corner and patiently waits as Stevens slowly begins pushing himself up. As Stevens rises to his feet, Williams then moves in quickly and plants his foot underneath his chin with a superkick. Stumbling backwards, Stevens crashes into the corner, holding himself up with both arms draped over the top ropes.
JOHNSON: “These superkicks are really doing a number on Scott.”
VASSA: “He just needs to seal the deal!”
A loud roar is heard at the top of the ramp as the fans begin screaming.
VASSA: “UH-OH!!!”
JOHNSON: “It’s Jason Cashe!”
VASSA: “He’s come for some payback after getting hit in the balls twice earlier!”
Hearing the fans erupt behind him, Williams slowly turns around slowly, expecting there to be someone in the ring behind him. Shocked that no one is there, he then looks up at the ramp at Cashe standing at the top of the entrance stage.
JOHNSON: “Bryan should have known that Cashe wouldn’t let what happened earlier slide.”
VASSA: “Can’t these two just wait till Fright Night. Perry has already confirmed that those two will be facing off with Madison for the Pride Championship, whether or not Madison decides to show up or not.”
JOHNSON: “Since when has Cashe been able to show restraint?”
Ignoring what’s now behind him, Williams walks to the ropes, placing both hands across the top. In the far corner across the ring, Stevens slowly comes to his senses, shaking off the superkick to the head.
VASSA: “Bryan better get his head back in the game!”
Looking ahead, Stevens takes notice to what’s going on, Williams distracted by what’s in front of him. Walking lightly, Stevens sneaks up behind Williams and stands there, looking on as Williams is oblivious.
JOHNSON: “Bryan doesn’t even have a clue that Stevens is behind him right now.”
Laughing, Cashe then raises his arm and points to the ring as if hinting to bryan that someone is behind him. Getting the hint, Williams then slowly turns around only to see the big man looking him dead in the eye.
VASSA: “There he is!”
Quick to react, Williams throws a punch for Stevens head, only to have it blocked. Stevens then kicks Williams in the gut, forcing him to lunge over. Grabbing onto Williams head, Stevens applies a three-quarter facelock and then takes him down to the mat face first with a front face bulldog.
JOHNSON: “Toxic Sting!”
VASSA: “Come on Bryan!”
Jumping up and down in excitement, Cashe erupts with laughter at the sight of what just happened. Rolling Williams over to his back, Stevens then hooks the leg and covers him for the pin.
ONE
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.
TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: “Scott Stevens wins it all because Bryan couldn’t keep his head in the game.”
JOHNSON: “Regardless of how it happened, this is a big win for Scott Stevens as we head into Fright Night. He could find himself in the Warzone after tonight’s match.”
VASSA: “Poor Bryan, may he sleep forever in peace.”
“Hellraiser” hits the speakers as Stevens climbs to his feet. Looking up the ramp, he nods to Cashe only to get disrespected as Cashe gives him a middle finger in return before turning his back and exiting to the back. The official then grabs Stevens arm and raises it into the air as the bell sounds.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner… ‘The Scorpion’… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”