Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 6:14:21 GMT
UNDERCARD
SCOTT STEVENS VS. KEITH DANIELS
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: “Captain Planet making his way down to the ring ladies and gentlemen!”
JOHNSON: “Let’s take a brief moment to remind ourselves to recycle, reduce, and reuse.”
VASSA: “We only get one Ear–“
“Have you heard about the lonesome loser!”
The music abruptly comes to a pause as a recording plays throughout the entire arena. Stopping in his tracks, Stevens quickly scans his surroundings before “Hellraiser” begins playing once more. Turning back to the ring, he continues down the aisle. 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!”
Suddenly, the arena goes dark.
D1
The lights come up as “Blow It Out” by Ludacris blasts throughout the arena. The crowd showers down boos as Keith Daniels steps out onto the stage. He beckons the crowd to boo louder and grins. He smirks and proceeds down the ramp.
POWERS: Making his way to the ring, now residing in Orlando, FL, he stands six feet ten inches tall and weighs in at three-hundred and forty six pounds… He is ‘The Dangerous One’ KEITH DDAANNIIEELLSS!!!!
On his way, he sees a fan in the front row holding a sign that says “KEITH DANIELS IS BETTER THAN YOU” and grabs the sign from him. He holds it up and turns for everyone to see it, only provoking more boos. He then rips the sign in half and tosses it back to the fan before running to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope with surprising agility considering his size. He then stands and climbs a turnbuckle before putting his hand up inviting the crowd to admire him. He steps down and leans against the turnbuckle.
JOHNSON: “We have two seasoned vets in the ring tonight folks and this match is primed to be an instant classic.”
VASSA: “These guys are freaking huge! I don’t think that ring can even contain them”
JOHNSON: “We’re about to find out first hand if it can or can’t.”
VASSA: “Get ready for the match of the evening everyone!”
After checking with both corners, the official throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Not showing any restraint, both Daniels and Stevens quickly leave their corners in a hurry and collide in the center of the ring with an exchange of punches. Connecting with a solid right, Daniels whips Stevens head to the side only to catch a right to the jaw as Stevens swings in retaliation, putting all of his weight behind the punch. Lunging forward, Daniels throws a right for Stevens head only to have it blocked as Stevens swats it to the side and counters with a kick to the midsection.
As Daniels lunges over from the kick to the gut, he steps forward and wraps both arms around Stevens’ legs, lifting him off his feet and slamming him onto his back. Crawling over Stevens, Daniels draws back his right hand, leaving himself exposed as Stevens swings upward, connecting with a fist underneath the chin, knocking Daniels off of him. The two quickly race to their feet, Stevens standing first and then Daniels shortly after. Stevens closes in on Daniels, both arms stretched before closing them to lock on, but as he does, Daniels drops his shoulder and drives it into Stevens’ stomach.
Stepping in beside Stevens, Daniels uses his size advantage to lift the man up with a pump-handle and slams him back first to the canvas. With Stevens down at his feet, Daniels begins stomping on him over and over before reaching down and pulling him up from the mat. Wrapping Stevens up with both arms, Daniels then displays his strength and lifts him into the air and drives him into the mat with a belly to belly suplex.
VASSA: “I expect to see nothing but power moves from both of these big ass mother fuckers!”
JOHNSON: “We have two of 4CW’s biggest people in the ring and I expect nothing but wreckage to be left behind after it’s all said and done.”
VASSA: “We should have put these two in the parking lot instead.”
Pulling Stevens up from the mat, Daniels whips him to the far ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, Daniels takes off towards him and spears him in the center of the ring. With Stevens laid out on the mat, Daniels pushes himself up and then turns to the nearby corner. After making his way over to it, he ascends to the top and quickly turns back around to face Stevens. Leaping away from the corner, the big man soars through the air before gravity takes over and pulls him down to deliver an elbow drop to Stevens’ chest.
JOHNSON: “Almost three hundred fifty pounds of –.”
VASSA: “He missed!”
CCRRAASSHH!!!
Rolling out of the way, Stevens leaves nothing but canvas to break Daniel’s fall as he crashes against it. Up in a hurry, Stevens closes in on Daniels and kicks him repeatedly in the side of the head before dropping a knee onto his face. Standing back up, Stevens then drops another knee, and then stands up to deliver a third. Pulling Daniels up to his feet, Stevens positions himself behind the big man and wraps him up around the waist. Lifting Daniels into the air, Stevens falls back and drives him into the mat with a German suplex.
Rolling over top of Daniels, Stevens mounts himself on top and then begins slamming hammering fists into Daniels’ head. After knocking Daniels into a daze, Stevens rises to his feet and then pulls him up from the mat once more. Holding him up, Stevens slaps him across the chest with a knife edge chop. Daniels takes a swing for Stevens’ head but misses as Stevens ducks underneath and steps in behind him. Locking in a half nelson, Stevens pulls Daniels down and holds him at an upright angle. He then lifts him off his feet and drives him head first into the mat as he transitions the half nelson into a suplex.
VASSA: “Jesus Christ they’re going to tear the ring down!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know how much longer this ring will be able to withstand that kind of weight being dropped on it.”
As Stevens rises to his feet and stands over Daniels, his attention is quickly grabbed as a voice fills the arena.
“Have you heard about the lonesome loser!”
Furious, Stevens begins scanning over the crowd while pacing the ring. After a few moments pass, Stevens turns back to Daniels and makes his way over. Pulling him up to his feet, Stevens draws back and then swings forward, connecting with a powerful right hand to the jaw, knocking Daniels backwards towards the corner.
VASSA: “You got knocked the fuck out!”
JOHNSON: “Watch out!”
Without anywhere to go, the official braces himself as Daniels body closes in on him and squashes him in the corner.
VASSA: “Daniels just killed the ref!”
Falling forward, Daniels crashes to the mat as the official then falls on top of him before rolling over to his side. With a smile on his face, Stevens stands tall in the ring before his attention is grabbed yet again.
“Have you heard about the lonesome loser!”
Stevens looks over the crowd and then to the entrance way but nothing is found. Turning back to Daniels and the official, Stevens steps forward until stopping as a loud roar is heard from the crowd.
VASSA: “What the fu–“
JOHNSON: “It’s Darin Zion!”
Hopping over the barricade, Zion then slides into the ring as Stevens slowly begins to turn around.
VASSA: “What’s he doing here! This ain’t no man to man!”
As Stevens finally turns around, his eyes light up as Zion charges towards him. Leaping into the air, Zion hits him in the side of the head with a running knee strike.
JOHNSON: “OH NO!!!”
Staggering back and forth, Stevens drops to the mat with a thud. Pulling a microphone out from his pocket, Zion stands over Stevens and speaks into it.
ZION: “You knew I’d come…”
Dropping the mic, Zion walks over to the official and shakes him, waking him up. Exiting the ring, Zion slowly backs up the ramp as Daniels crawls over to Stevens fallen body and covers him for the pin. Barely able to even function, the official drags himself beside them and then begins the count.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “Keith Daniels wins it!”
VASSA: “And all thanks to that little annoying fuck, Zion!”
JOHNSON: “Now the question on everyone’s mind is why. Why is he here in 4CW?”
VASSA: “I don’t know but he made a grand appearance tonight!”
JOHNSON: “This is going to be interesting.”
VASSA: “Maybe if someone throws him into head-on traffic!”
Slowly climbing to his feet, Daniels holds on to the ropes, unaware of Zion making his way up the ramp with a smile on his face. The official then raises Daniels’ hand into the air.
POWERS: “Here is your winner… KEITH DDAANNIIEELLSS!!!”
Stopping at the top of the ramp, Zion begins laughing hysterically before turning his back to the ring and disappearing through the entrance way.
SCOTT STEVENS VS. KEITH DANIELS
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: “Captain Planet making his way down to the ring ladies and gentlemen!”
JOHNSON: “Let’s take a brief moment to remind ourselves to recycle, reduce, and reuse.”
VASSA: “We only get one Ear–“
“Have you heard about the lonesome loser!”
The music abruptly comes to a pause as a recording plays throughout the entire arena. Stopping in his tracks, Stevens quickly scans his surroundings before “Hellraiser” begins playing once more. Turning back to the ring, he continues down the aisle. 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!”
Suddenly, the arena goes dark.
D1
The lights come up as “Blow It Out” by Ludacris blasts throughout the arena. The crowd showers down boos as Keith Daniels steps out onto the stage. He beckons the crowd to boo louder and grins. He smirks and proceeds down the ramp.
POWERS: Making his way to the ring, now residing in Orlando, FL, he stands six feet ten inches tall and weighs in at three-hundred and forty six pounds… He is ‘The Dangerous One’ KEITH DDAANNIIEELLSS!!!!
On his way, he sees a fan in the front row holding a sign that says “KEITH DANIELS IS BETTER THAN YOU” and grabs the sign from him. He holds it up and turns for everyone to see it, only provoking more boos. He then rips the sign in half and tosses it back to the fan before running to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope with surprising agility considering his size. He then stands and climbs a turnbuckle before putting his hand up inviting the crowd to admire him. He steps down and leans against the turnbuckle.
JOHNSON: “We have two seasoned vets in the ring tonight folks and this match is primed to be an instant classic.”
VASSA: “These guys are freaking huge! I don’t think that ring can even contain them”
JOHNSON: “We’re about to find out first hand if it can or can’t.”
VASSA: “Get ready for the match of the evening everyone!”
After checking with both corners, the official throws his hand into the air and signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Not showing any restraint, both Daniels and Stevens quickly leave their corners in a hurry and collide in the center of the ring with an exchange of punches. Connecting with a solid right, Daniels whips Stevens head to the side only to catch a right to the jaw as Stevens swings in retaliation, putting all of his weight behind the punch. Lunging forward, Daniels throws a right for Stevens head only to have it blocked as Stevens swats it to the side and counters with a kick to the midsection.
As Daniels lunges over from the kick to the gut, he steps forward and wraps both arms around Stevens’ legs, lifting him off his feet and slamming him onto his back. Crawling over Stevens, Daniels draws back his right hand, leaving himself exposed as Stevens swings upward, connecting with a fist underneath the chin, knocking Daniels off of him. The two quickly race to their feet, Stevens standing first and then Daniels shortly after. Stevens closes in on Daniels, both arms stretched before closing them to lock on, but as he does, Daniels drops his shoulder and drives it into Stevens’ stomach.
Stepping in beside Stevens, Daniels uses his size advantage to lift the man up with a pump-handle and slams him back first to the canvas. With Stevens down at his feet, Daniels begins stomping on him over and over before reaching down and pulling him up from the mat. Wrapping Stevens up with both arms, Daniels then displays his strength and lifts him into the air and drives him into the mat with a belly to belly suplex.
VASSA: “I expect to see nothing but power moves from both of these big ass mother fuckers!”
JOHNSON: “We have two of 4CW’s biggest people in the ring and I expect nothing but wreckage to be left behind after it’s all said and done.”
VASSA: “We should have put these two in the parking lot instead.”
Pulling Stevens up from the mat, Daniels whips him to the far ropes and as he comes back on the rebound, Daniels takes off towards him and spears him in the center of the ring. With Stevens laid out on the mat, Daniels pushes himself up and then turns to the nearby corner. After making his way over to it, he ascends to the top and quickly turns back around to face Stevens. Leaping away from the corner, the big man soars through the air before gravity takes over and pulls him down to deliver an elbow drop to Stevens’ chest.
JOHNSON: “Almost three hundred fifty pounds of –.”
VASSA: “He missed!”
CCRRAASSHH!!!
Rolling out of the way, Stevens leaves nothing but canvas to break Daniel’s fall as he crashes against it. Up in a hurry, Stevens closes in on Daniels and kicks him repeatedly in the side of the head before dropping a knee onto his face. Standing back up, Stevens then drops another knee, and then stands up to deliver a third. Pulling Daniels up to his feet, Stevens positions himself behind the big man and wraps him up around the waist. Lifting Daniels into the air, Stevens falls back and drives him into the mat with a German suplex.
Rolling over top of Daniels, Stevens mounts himself on top and then begins slamming hammering fists into Daniels’ head. After knocking Daniels into a daze, Stevens rises to his feet and then pulls him up from the mat once more. Holding him up, Stevens slaps him across the chest with a knife edge chop. Daniels takes a swing for Stevens’ head but misses as Stevens ducks underneath and steps in behind him. Locking in a half nelson, Stevens pulls Daniels down and holds him at an upright angle. He then lifts him off his feet and drives him head first into the mat as he transitions the half nelson into a suplex.
VASSA: “Jesus Christ they’re going to tear the ring down!”
JOHNSON: “I don’t know how much longer this ring will be able to withstand that kind of weight being dropped on it.”
As Stevens rises to his feet and stands over Daniels, his attention is quickly grabbed as a voice fills the arena.
“Have you heard about the lonesome loser!”
Furious, Stevens begins scanning over the crowd while pacing the ring. After a few moments pass, Stevens turns back to Daniels and makes his way over. Pulling him up to his feet, Stevens draws back and then swings forward, connecting with a powerful right hand to the jaw, knocking Daniels backwards towards the corner.
VASSA: “You got knocked the fuck out!”
JOHNSON: “Watch out!”
Without anywhere to go, the official braces himself as Daniels body closes in on him and squashes him in the corner.
VASSA: “Daniels just killed the ref!”
Falling forward, Daniels crashes to the mat as the official then falls on top of him before rolling over to his side. With a smile on his face, Stevens stands tall in the ring before his attention is grabbed yet again.
“Have you heard about the lonesome loser!”
Stevens looks over the crowd and then to the entrance way but nothing is found. Turning back to Daniels and the official, Stevens steps forward until stopping as a loud roar is heard from the crowd.
VASSA: “What the fu–“
JOHNSON: “It’s Darin Zion!”
Hopping over the barricade, Zion then slides into the ring as Stevens slowly begins to turn around.
VASSA: “What’s he doing here! This ain’t no man to man!”
As Stevens finally turns around, his eyes light up as Zion charges towards him. Leaping into the air, Zion hits him in the side of the head with a running knee strike.
JOHNSON: “OH NO!!!”
Staggering back and forth, Stevens drops to the mat with a thud. Pulling a microphone out from his pocket, Zion stands over Stevens and speaks into it.
ZION: “You knew I’d come…”
Dropping the mic, Zion walks over to the official and shakes him, waking him up. Exiting the ring, Zion slowly backs up the ramp as Daniels crawls over to Stevens fallen body and covers him for the pin. Barely able to even function, the official drags himself beside them and then begins the count.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: “Keith Daniels wins it!”
VASSA: “And all thanks to that little annoying fuck, Zion!”
JOHNSON: “Now the question on everyone’s mind is why. Why is he here in 4CW?”
VASSA: “I don’t know but he made a grand appearance tonight!”
JOHNSON: “This is going to be interesting.”
VASSA: “Maybe if someone throws him into head-on traffic!”
Slowly climbing to his feet, Daniels holds on to the ropes, unaware of Zion making his way up the ramp with a smile on his face. The official then raises Daniels’ hand into the air.
POWERS: “Here is your winner… KEITH DDAANNIIEELLSS!!!”
Stopping at the top of the ramp, Zion begins laughing hysterically before turning his back to the ring and disappearing through the entrance way.