Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 30, 2018 0:27:15 GMT
The camera goes backstage where HOW interviewer Brian Bare can be seen holding a microphone. Bare seems to be waiting impatiently until finally the current HOW LSD & ICON Champion Jason P. Davidson walks into camera range. Bare rushes up to Jason and raises his microphone into the air.
Brian Bare: We just witness in the opening match of the night fight between you Jason P. Davidson and a very much improved Brian Hollywood. It was a back and forth match but finally you put Hollywood away with the Ascended Slumber to retain the HOW LSD & ICON Championship belts.
Jason P. Davidson: Was there any doubt Bare? I told everyone that I was going to go out there tonight and walk out the same way I walked in as the current HOW LSD & ICON Champion. It didn't matter that tonight is the Lethal Lottery, it didn't matter that I just defended these Championship belts last week on Chaos. All that matters is that when it's all said and done there is no one on the HOW roster that can beat me for these Championship belts even with Lady Luck on their side.
Brian Bare: Well one person that would certainly disagree with that is your opponent at ICONIC. You will now be confirmed as defending the HOW LSD & ICON Championship belts against the woman that has virtually become your slave over the past few weeks in Kirsta Lewis.
Jason P. Davidson: It's not going to be a match Bare. I've said it once and I'll say it again, Kirsta Lewis will be lying down for me at ICONIC because I have the contract, I have the power, and I have the license to do with her what the fuck I want to do. I am her master and if I say that Kirsta Lewis is going to lose to me at ICONIC then that is exactly what the fuck is going to happen.
Brian Bare: We both know that Kirsta isn't just going to lie down for you and agree to those terms even if her career in High Octane Wrestling hangs in the balance.
Jason P. Davidson: Unfortunately you're right Bare and Kirsta is a stubborn fucking cunt. However I'm not going to let a little stubborn bitch like Kirsta keep me from getting what I want. There is still a bit of time left before ICONIC and I have ways of making Kirsta bend to my will. I've actually prepared a little video here for everyone to view and witness not only why Kirsta Lewis will NOT be competing here tonight but what happens when you cross a Best Corporation member like Jason P. Davidson.
Jason smiles as he holds his Championship belts over his shoulder. The video package begins to play as we're taken outside to Chicago. It's somewhere along the 6400 block of South Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Drive where things seem quite at the moment. Most likely because it's probably ranging from anywhere between 2am – 5am. The camera focuses on Jason P. Davidson stepping out of his Ford Explorer along with his servant Scott who slams the passengers side door shut. Jason walks around the front of the Explorer then turns towards Scott.
Jason P. Davidson: Get the bitch out of the back, I don't want to spend anymore time out here than I have to.
Scott nods his head and heads to the back of the vehicle. Jason huddles his arms into the pockets of his jacket as Scott begins to literally drag a naked Kirsta Lewis out of the back kicking and screaming.
Jason P. Davidson: Hurry the fuck up Scott! You're not getting paid by the hour!
Scott lifts Kirsta over his shoulder then reaches inside the vehicle and then pulls out some chains and a couple of pad locks. Scott carries Kirsta over to a nearby light post and literally just dumps her down onto the ground. Jason walks over and presses his boot against the neck of Kirsta Lewis making sure she stays pressed against the light post as Scott begins working with the chains and locks.
Jason P. Davidson: You want to defy me Kirsta? You want to go around bucking against me at every turn just because you THINK you earned the right to face me for my HOW LSD & ICON Championship belts?
Kirsta glares up with Jason with burning hatred in her eyes.
Jason P. Davidson: You're nothing Kirsta, you're nobody and you will ALWAYS be no one. The only reason you advanced in the tournament, the only reason anyone ever notices you anymore is because of me but I'm getting sick and fucking tired of carrying you Kirsta. I'm getting sick and fucking tired of making you a goddamn star and getting fuck all in return for it. I think you need to cool off and rethink how you show the man that has given your career purpose a little respect. That's why this is where you're going to be spending the night. You're not making it to the Rosemont Horizon. You're not going to be competing in the Lethal Lottery. You're going to sit right here and be the fucking sleazy little cum dumpster that you were always meant to be. Then when I retain my Championship belts I'll come back here and get you.. if you'll still alive.. and we'll see if you have a change of mind on how much you respect me.
Scott chains Kirsta to the light post making sure she's secure and unable to free herself. Jason removes his boot from Kirsta's face before spitting on her and walking back to his vehicle as the video fades. We come back to the backstage area where Jason is beaming ear to ear watching his handiwork.
Brian Bare: You left her naked and in the cold in front of one of the most dangerous blocks in all of Chicago?
Jason P. Davidson: If not for me, if not for the things I've done for her Kirsta Lewis would be working the corner anyway. I just decided to remind her what life could be like for her if she decides not to lie down for me at ICONIC.
Suddenly someone in a headset and an HOW logo shirt comes running into camera range interrupting Jason's interview.
HOW Backstage Monkey: Excuse me Mr. Davidson! I'm sorry to interrupt you but I've been sent here to tell you that you're needed inside of the ring immediately.
Jason P. Davidson: What the hell do you mean I'm needed inside of the ring?
HOW Backstage Monkey: Well it seems like you have a match to compete in that's just about to start.
Jason P. Davidson: WHAT?!?!?! I've wrestled already tonight! I've already defended my HOW LSD & ICON Championship belts and now I have to wrestle again?!?! This is what I gave out bonuses for?!?!?! Goddamnit! Someone's head is going to fucking roll for this!
Jason literally pushes the monkey down to the ground before marching off towards the ring leaving Bare standing there just holding his microphone.
Friday Night Chaos cuts back to the arena, focusing on the stage as “The Scorpion” by Megadeth blasts throughout the arena to a reasonably positive reaction from the crowd, mixed with a few boos.
Joe Hoffman: Folks, only God knows what's next after that phenomenal Tag Team Championship match, but it looks like Scott Stevens is about to compete!
Benny Newell: Fucking Stevens... I need to hire a hitman and take this fucker out for good.
Joe Hoffman: A hitman? That's a little extreme, Benny!
Benny Newell: Fuck you.
Scott Stevens finally walks out onto the stage, having apparently been unaware that he was up next. He gestures to the crowd as he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens has been picking up the pace recently, in search of the kind of form that made him a major player in his early days in HOW. A big victory tonight would do him no harm at all.
Benny Newell: He needs to search for a fucking win, Hoffhole. And now that Townsend has fucked him off, he really is a Lonesome Loser!
Joe Hoffman: Benny, do you realize Stevens has been impressive in recent weeks, especially with a victory over Ryan McKenna?
Benny Newell: Nope. DRINK!
Hoffman shakes his head as Benny pours himself a drink, while Stevens stretches in the ring, waiting for his opponent. Referee Joel Hortega takes the opportunity to pat him down for foreign objects, before the oh-so-familiar sound of “(s)AINT” by Marilyn Manson blasts through the PA system!
Joe Hoffman: Here we go...as we just found out in the previous segment...Jace is double booked!!
Benny Newell: JASON! His name is Jason, Hoffhole!
Jace makes his way out onto the stage, looking a little confused and a lot angry, as the crowd jeers him with glee.
Joe Hoffman: Well, whatever his name is, it looks like his 7% ownership has been outweighed on this occasion...
Benny Newell: Fuck you.
Jace makes his way down the ramp quickly, before sliding into the ring and heading straight up to Bryan McVay, whom is already waiting in the ring to announce the match. Jace outstretches his arms in a display of confusion, but McVay simply shakes his head, apparently unaware of why he's out there, before Joel Hortega separates the two.
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall...
The announcer hesitates, looking over his shoulder at Jace for a moment before continuing...
Bryan McVay: … And it is for the HOW ICON Championship!
Jace charges forward, towards McVay, only for Hortega to hold him back. The announcer recognizes the danger and immediately high-tails it out of the ring, as Hortega checks Jace for any weapons.
Joe Hoffman: Jace is on double-duty tonight, folks!
Benny Newell: This is bullshit, Joe. Fucking bullshit!
Hortega calls for the bell, and an incensed Jason P. Jace Parker Davidson charges at Stevens, hitting him with right hand after right hand, backing Stevens into the ropes. The big Texan finally blocks one of the incoming punches, however, and whips his opponent across the ring. As Jace bounces off the ropes, Stevens rushes forwards and drops the LSD/ICON Champion with a powerful clothesline, sending Jace sprawling.
Joe Hoffman: Not a great start for Jace...
Benny Newell: Yeah, that's what Hollywood thought, too, dickhead.
Jace quickly climbs to his feet, but Stevens continues his assault; charging at Jace again and dropping him with another clothesline. Jace pops straight back up once more, but walks straight into a barrage of right hands from Stevens, before the challenger whips the champion across the ring once more.
Joe Hoffman: Jace is in trouble here, Benny!
Davidson bounces off the ropes, but quickly wraps his arms around the top rope, hanging on for dear life, before dropping to the canvas and rolling out of the ring. He begins walking back towards the stage, waving his arm at Stevens in disgust, as Hortega begins to count and the crowd begins to boo.
Benny Newell: That's right, champ! You don't need this horseshit!
UNO...
DOS...
TRES...
Before Hortega makes me look up four in Spanish, Stevens rolls out of the ring and gives chase to the champion. He quickly catches up to Jace, clubbing him with a forearm to the back of the head that sends JPD stumbling forward. Stevens grabs Jace by his hair and begins dragging him back towards the ring, to a cheer from the crowd.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is not about to let this shot pass him by, folks!
Benny Newell: He fucking should. It's his only shot at getting out of here in one piece!
As they approach the ring, Jace pushes Stevens away from him, before delivering a knife-edge chop in desperation. Stevens doesn't move, however, and Jace looks up at him in horror for a moment, before Stevens returns the favor with a thunderous chop across his chest! Jace recoils in agony, clutching at his chest, only for Stevens to repeat the process and chop him again, again and again!
Joe Hoffman: Jace is reeling here! His chest area is already vulnerable after a tough match with Brian Hollywood tonight – we might see a new Champion, Benny!
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Hoffman!
With Jace on his back foot, Stevens continues his assault by whipping him into the apron and following up with a knee to the mid-section. Jace doubles over in pain – the effects of his earlier match still apparent – before Stevens rolls him back into the ring.
Benny Newell: Surely that was a ten count? What the fuck are you doing, Hortega?!
Joe Hoffman: I think Joel used his discretion to give the fans what they want, Benny...
Benny Newell: He should use his discretion to ring the fucking bell! Lazy fucking Mexican!
Stevens slides back into the ring and jumps to his feet, as Jace follows suit in a more labored fashion. He charges forward, catching Jace with a Bulldog that sends the LSD/ICON Champion to the mat once again. This time, as Stevens gets to his feet, Jace stays down. The challenger looks down and notices the watch on Jace's wrist, causing a sneer to manifest across his face. Stevens begins to stomp away at Jace's wrist, attempting to break the watch.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is clearly still harboring some bitterness towards the swerve Lee Best and Rhys Townsend pulled on him a couple of weeks ago, Benny. He is desperate to smash that watch on Jace's wrist!
Benny Newell: Yeah, well, good fucking luck. Salt doesn't break diamonds, Joe!
Stevens finally relents, taking a breath as he looks down at the unscathed piece. He scowls, before lifting Jace to his feet by his hair and whipping him into the ropes once more. Jace bounces off the ropes as Stevens rushes forward, looking for another clothesline, but the Champion ducks underneath it and continues running. He bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as The Scorpion regains his balance, and lunges forward to send Stevens to the mat with a powerful Spear!
Benny Newell: Ha! Fuck you, Stevens!
Jace quickly jumps to his feet and grabs Stevens by the ankle; turning him over to lock in an Ankle Lock! The challenger screams out in agony, as Jace twists and wrenches as much as he can, trying to make the former ICON Champion tap. Stevens, however, pushes himself upwards with his arms and twists himself over, releasing the pressure.
Joe Hoffman: What a great display of upper-body strength by Scott Stevens!
Now laying on his back, Stevens kicks out at Jace's chest, recognizing his weak spot and causing the Champion to stumble backwards. Stevens climbs to his feet, hobbling for a moment, before advancing on his opponent and wrapping his arms around Jace's waist in a tight bear hug, putting further pressure on Jace's injured chest.
Joe Hoffman: If that fall from the ring earlier tonight didn't break any of Jace's ribs, then this bear hug certainly will, Benny!
Benny Newell: Stevens will fuck this up, just like Hollywood did, Joe. Just watch...
Contrary to Benny's prediction, Stevens adjusts his grip and tosses Jace over his head with a crisp Belly-To-Belly Suplex that lays the champion out on the mat! Stevens quickly capitalizes with a cover...
UNO...
DOS...
Kickout! Jace gets a shoulder up in plenty of time, but Stevens keeps up the momentum by lifting the board member to his feet. Jace has him scouted, however, and counters with a straight to the throat; sending Stevens choking into a corner. Jace charges at his opponent; changing direction at the last second to jump onto the ropes, spring-boarding off to deliver a picture-perfect Springboard Clothesline that sends Stevens tumbling.
Benny Newell: That was fucking awesome!
Joe Hoffman: A phenomenal display of agility, indeed, Benny!
Scott Stevens is quickly back to his feet, but staggers into a corner as he struggles to regain his balance. Jace charges forward once more, but Stevens counters with a huge European Uppercut that drops Davidson in an instant!
Joe Hoffman: Debbie Does Dallas!
Benny Newell: The ONE move Stevens has that doesn't suck, Joe... Unlike Debbie...
Stevens immediately pounces on the Champion, grabbing him by the legs and locking in his Sharpshooter submission move...
Joe Hoffman: Arachnophobia! We've got a new Champion!
Benny Newell: Fuck you, Stevens!!!
Stevens sits back and wrenches as tightly as he possibly can, desperate to force Jace into submission. The agony on Jace's face is matched only by the desperation for victory on Stevens'. Joel Hortega drops to a knee to ask Jace if he wants to quit, but the Champion shows immense inner strength and determination by lunging forward to grab the ropes!
Joel Hortega calls for Stevens to break the hold, which he reluctantly does at a count of 3, before immediately yelling at Hortega in Spanish.
Benny Newell: Oh, here we go. DJ Tex fucking Mex...
Stevens quickly regains focus and lifts Jace to his feet, whipping him across the ring. Jace bounces off the ropes and straight into a boot to the gut!
Joe Hoffman: He's got it! New Champion!
Hoffman's excitement is matched by the cheering crowd, as Stevens hits his finisher!
TOXIC
FUCKING
STING!!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!
Jace somehow wriggles free and shoves Stevens into the ropes! The challenger bounces off and runs straight into a Superkick! Both men fall to the mat, as Joel Hortega begins his count...
UNO....
DOS....
Jace stirs, rolling onto all fours as Stevens remains grounded from the brutal shot to the head.
TRES...
In another moment of convenience, Jace staggers to his feet before I have to Google four in Spanish, and immediately grabs the ropes to keep his balance.
Benny Newell: Fuck him up, Jason!
Jace looks down at Stevens for a moment, before using the ropes to guide himself to the turnbuckle. He laboriously climbs the corner, as Stevens remains motionless on the mat, and steadies himself on the top.
Benny Newell: Be careful, Mr. D!
Joe Hoffman: That's the same corner that Hollywood slipped on earlier, Benny!
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Hoffman!!
Jace jumps from the top and begins twirling through the air, looking to hit his Shooting Star Press signature move!
Joe Hoffman: The Awakening!
Benny Newell: Fuck yes!
Jace flies through the air, only for Scott Stevens to raise his feet to counter...
A moment too late! Jace connects with a desperation move! He lays motionless atop his opponent, as Joel Hortega drops to the mat...
UNO...
DOS....
TRES...
Joel Hortega calls for the bell!
Benny Newell: OH MY CUNT-LOVING GOD, JASON IS THE HOW CONQUEROR!
Joe Hoffman: What a match! What a finish! Jace Parker Davidson is still the LSD/ICON Champion!
The crowd rain down on the Champion with jeers and boos, as the referee hands him his titles. With an exhausted smile on his face, Jace climbs to his feet, a belt in each hand, and ascends the nearest turnbuckle. In a moment of resilience and pride, Jace raises his belts high above his head, as Friday Night Chaos cuts away to another commercial.
Brian Bare: We just witness in the opening match of the night fight between you Jason P. Davidson and a very much improved Brian Hollywood. It was a back and forth match but finally you put Hollywood away with the Ascended Slumber to retain the HOW LSD & ICON Championship belts.
Jason P. Davidson: Was there any doubt Bare? I told everyone that I was going to go out there tonight and walk out the same way I walked in as the current HOW LSD & ICON Champion. It didn't matter that tonight is the Lethal Lottery, it didn't matter that I just defended these Championship belts last week on Chaos. All that matters is that when it's all said and done there is no one on the HOW roster that can beat me for these Championship belts even with Lady Luck on their side.
Brian Bare: Well one person that would certainly disagree with that is your opponent at ICONIC. You will now be confirmed as defending the HOW LSD & ICON Championship belts against the woman that has virtually become your slave over the past few weeks in Kirsta Lewis.
Jason P. Davidson: It's not going to be a match Bare. I've said it once and I'll say it again, Kirsta Lewis will be lying down for me at ICONIC because I have the contract, I have the power, and I have the license to do with her what the fuck I want to do. I am her master and if I say that Kirsta Lewis is going to lose to me at ICONIC then that is exactly what the fuck is going to happen.
Brian Bare: We both know that Kirsta isn't just going to lie down for you and agree to those terms even if her career in High Octane Wrestling hangs in the balance.
Jason P. Davidson: Unfortunately you're right Bare and Kirsta is a stubborn fucking cunt. However I'm not going to let a little stubborn bitch like Kirsta keep me from getting what I want. There is still a bit of time left before ICONIC and I have ways of making Kirsta bend to my will. I've actually prepared a little video here for everyone to view and witness not only why Kirsta Lewis will NOT be competing here tonight but what happens when you cross a Best Corporation member like Jason P. Davidson.
Jason smiles as he holds his Championship belts over his shoulder. The video package begins to play as we're taken outside to Chicago. It's somewhere along the 6400 block of South Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Drive where things seem quite at the moment. Most likely because it's probably ranging from anywhere between 2am – 5am. The camera focuses on Jason P. Davidson stepping out of his Ford Explorer along with his servant Scott who slams the passengers side door shut. Jason walks around the front of the Explorer then turns towards Scott.
Jason P. Davidson: Get the bitch out of the back, I don't want to spend anymore time out here than I have to.
Scott nods his head and heads to the back of the vehicle. Jason huddles his arms into the pockets of his jacket as Scott begins to literally drag a naked Kirsta Lewis out of the back kicking and screaming.
Jason P. Davidson: Hurry the fuck up Scott! You're not getting paid by the hour!
Scott lifts Kirsta over his shoulder then reaches inside the vehicle and then pulls out some chains and a couple of pad locks. Scott carries Kirsta over to a nearby light post and literally just dumps her down onto the ground. Jason walks over and presses his boot against the neck of Kirsta Lewis making sure she stays pressed against the light post as Scott begins working with the chains and locks.
Jason P. Davidson: You want to defy me Kirsta? You want to go around bucking against me at every turn just because you THINK you earned the right to face me for my HOW LSD & ICON Championship belts?
Kirsta glares up with Jason with burning hatred in her eyes.
Jason P. Davidson: You're nothing Kirsta, you're nobody and you will ALWAYS be no one. The only reason you advanced in the tournament, the only reason anyone ever notices you anymore is because of me but I'm getting sick and fucking tired of carrying you Kirsta. I'm getting sick and fucking tired of making you a goddamn star and getting fuck all in return for it. I think you need to cool off and rethink how you show the man that has given your career purpose a little respect. That's why this is where you're going to be spending the night. You're not making it to the Rosemont Horizon. You're not going to be competing in the Lethal Lottery. You're going to sit right here and be the fucking sleazy little cum dumpster that you were always meant to be. Then when I retain my Championship belts I'll come back here and get you.. if you'll still alive.. and we'll see if you have a change of mind on how much you respect me.
Scott chains Kirsta to the light post making sure she's secure and unable to free herself. Jason removes his boot from Kirsta's face before spitting on her and walking back to his vehicle as the video fades. We come back to the backstage area where Jason is beaming ear to ear watching his handiwork.
Brian Bare: You left her naked and in the cold in front of one of the most dangerous blocks in all of Chicago?
Jason P. Davidson: If not for me, if not for the things I've done for her Kirsta Lewis would be working the corner anyway. I just decided to remind her what life could be like for her if she decides not to lie down for me at ICONIC.
Suddenly someone in a headset and an HOW logo shirt comes running into camera range interrupting Jason's interview.
HOW Backstage Monkey: Excuse me Mr. Davidson! I'm sorry to interrupt you but I've been sent here to tell you that you're needed inside of the ring immediately.
Jason P. Davidson: What the hell do you mean I'm needed inside of the ring?
HOW Backstage Monkey: Well it seems like you have a match to compete in that's just about to start.
Jason P. Davidson: WHAT?!?!?! I've wrestled already tonight! I've already defended my HOW LSD & ICON Championship belts and now I have to wrestle again?!?! This is what I gave out bonuses for?!?!?! Goddamnit! Someone's head is going to fucking roll for this!
Jason literally pushes the monkey down to the ground before marching off towards the ring leaving Bare standing there just holding his microphone.
Friday Night Chaos cuts back to the arena, focusing on the stage as “The Scorpion” by Megadeth blasts throughout the arena to a reasonably positive reaction from the crowd, mixed with a few boos.
Joe Hoffman: Folks, only God knows what's next after that phenomenal Tag Team Championship match, but it looks like Scott Stevens is about to compete!
Benny Newell: Fucking Stevens... I need to hire a hitman and take this fucker out for good.
Joe Hoffman: A hitman? That's a little extreme, Benny!
Benny Newell: Fuck you.
Scott Stevens finally walks out onto the stage, having apparently been unaware that he was up next. He gestures to the crowd as he walks down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens has been picking up the pace recently, in search of the kind of form that made him a major player in his early days in HOW. A big victory tonight would do him no harm at all.
Benny Newell: He needs to search for a fucking win, Hoffhole. And now that Townsend has fucked him off, he really is a Lonesome Loser!
Joe Hoffman: Benny, do you realize Stevens has been impressive in recent weeks, especially with a victory over Ryan McKenna?
Benny Newell: Nope. DRINK!
Hoffman shakes his head as Benny pours himself a drink, while Stevens stretches in the ring, waiting for his opponent. Referee Joel Hortega takes the opportunity to pat him down for foreign objects, before the oh-so-familiar sound of “(s)AINT” by Marilyn Manson blasts through the PA system!
Joe Hoffman: Here we go...as we just found out in the previous segment...Jace is double booked!!
Benny Newell: JASON! His name is Jason, Hoffhole!
Jace makes his way out onto the stage, looking a little confused and a lot angry, as the crowd jeers him with glee.
Joe Hoffman: Well, whatever his name is, it looks like his 7% ownership has been outweighed on this occasion...
Benny Newell: Fuck you.
Jace makes his way down the ramp quickly, before sliding into the ring and heading straight up to Bryan McVay, whom is already waiting in the ring to announce the match. Jace outstretches his arms in a display of confusion, but McVay simply shakes his head, apparently unaware of why he's out there, before Joel Hortega separates the two.
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall...
The announcer hesitates, looking over his shoulder at Jace for a moment before continuing...
Bryan McVay: … And it is for the HOW ICON Championship!
Jace charges forward, towards McVay, only for Hortega to hold him back. The announcer recognizes the danger and immediately high-tails it out of the ring, as Hortega checks Jace for any weapons.
Joe Hoffman: Jace is on double-duty tonight, folks!
Benny Newell: This is bullshit, Joe. Fucking bullshit!
Hortega calls for the bell, and an incensed Jason P. Jace Parker Davidson charges at Stevens, hitting him with right hand after right hand, backing Stevens into the ropes. The big Texan finally blocks one of the incoming punches, however, and whips his opponent across the ring. As Jace bounces off the ropes, Stevens rushes forwards and drops the LSD/ICON Champion with a powerful clothesline, sending Jace sprawling.
Joe Hoffman: Not a great start for Jace...
Benny Newell: Yeah, that's what Hollywood thought, too, dickhead.
Jace quickly climbs to his feet, but Stevens continues his assault; charging at Jace again and dropping him with another clothesline. Jace pops straight back up once more, but walks straight into a barrage of right hands from Stevens, before the challenger whips the champion across the ring once more.
Joe Hoffman: Jace is in trouble here, Benny!
Davidson bounces off the ropes, but quickly wraps his arms around the top rope, hanging on for dear life, before dropping to the canvas and rolling out of the ring. He begins walking back towards the stage, waving his arm at Stevens in disgust, as Hortega begins to count and the crowd begins to boo.
Benny Newell: That's right, champ! You don't need this horseshit!
UNO...
DOS...
TRES...
Before Hortega makes me look up four in Spanish, Stevens rolls out of the ring and gives chase to the champion. He quickly catches up to Jace, clubbing him with a forearm to the back of the head that sends JPD stumbling forward. Stevens grabs Jace by his hair and begins dragging him back towards the ring, to a cheer from the crowd.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is not about to let this shot pass him by, folks!
Benny Newell: He fucking should. It's his only shot at getting out of here in one piece!
As they approach the ring, Jace pushes Stevens away from him, before delivering a knife-edge chop in desperation. Stevens doesn't move, however, and Jace looks up at him in horror for a moment, before Stevens returns the favor with a thunderous chop across his chest! Jace recoils in agony, clutching at his chest, only for Stevens to repeat the process and chop him again, again and again!
Joe Hoffman: Jace is reeling here! His chest area is already vulnerable after a tough match with Brian Hollywood tonight – we might see a new Champion, Benny!
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Hoffman!
With Jace on his back foot, Stevens continues his assault by whipping him into the apron and following up with a knee to the mid-section. Jace doubles over in pain – the effects of his earlier match still apparent – before Stevens rolls him back into the ring.
Benny Newell: Surely that was a ten count? What the fuck are you doing, Hortega?!
Joe Hoffman: I think Joel used his discretion to give the fans what they want, Benny...
Benny Newell: He should use his discretion to ring the fucking bell! Lazy fucking Mexican!
Stevens slides back into the ring and jumps to his feet, as Jace follows suit in a more labored fashion. He charges forward, catching Jace with a Bulldog that sends the LSD/ICON Champion to the mat once again. This time, as Stevens gets to his feet, Jace stays down. The challenger looks down and notices the watch on Jace's wrist, causing a sneer to manifest across his face. Stevens begins to stomp away at Jace's wrist, attempting to break the watch.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is clearly still harboring some bitterness towards the swerve Lee Best and Rhys Townsend pulled on him a couple of weeks ago, Benny. He is desperate to smash that watch on Jace's wrist!
Benny Newell: Yeah, well, good fucking luck. Salt doesn't break diamonds, Joe!
Stevens finally relents, taking a breath as he looks down at the unscathed piece. He scowls, before lifting Jace to his feet by his hair and whipping him into the ropes once more. Jace bounces off the ropes as Stevens rushes forward, looking for another clothesline, but the Champion ducks underneath it and continues running. He bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as The Scorpion regains his balance, and lunges forward to send Stevens to the mat with a powerful Spear!
Benny Newell: Ha! Fuck you, Stevens!
Jace quickly jumps to his feet and grabs Stevens by the ankle; turning him over to lock in an Ankle Lock! The challenger screams out in agony, as Jace twists and wrenches as much as he can, trying to make the former ICON Champion tap. Stevens, however, pushes himself upwards with his arms and twists himself over, releasing the pressure.
Joe Hoffman: What a great display of upper-body strength by Scott Stevens!
Now laying on his back, Stevens kicks out at Jace's chest, recognizing his weak spot and causing the Champion to stumble backwards. Stevens climbs to his feet, hobbling for a moment, before advancing on his opponent and wrapping his arms around Jace's waist in a tight bear hug, putting further pressure on Jace's injured chest.
Joe Hoffman: If that fall from the ring earlier tonight didn't break any of Jace's ribs, then this bear hug certainly will, Benny!
Benny Newell: Stevens will fuck this up, just like Hollywood did, Joe. Just watch...
Contrary to Benny's prediction, Stevens adjusts his grip and tosses Jace over his head with a crisp Belly-To-Belly Suplex that lays the champion out on the mat! Stevens quickly capitalizes with a cover...
UNO...
DOS...
Kickout! Jace gets a shoulder up in plenty of time, but Stevens keeps up the momentum by lifting the board member to his feet. Jace has him scouted, however, and counters with a straight to the throat; sending Stevens choking into a corner. Jace charges at his opponent; changing direction at the last second to jump onto the ropes, spring-boarding off to deliver a picture-perfect Springboard Clothesline that sends Stevens tumbling.
Benny Newell: That was fucking awesome!
Joe Hoffman: A phenomenal display of agility, indeed, Benny!
Scott Stevens is quickly back to his feet, but staggers into a corner as he struggles to regain his balance. Jace charges forward once more, but Stevens counters with a huge European Uppercut that drops Davidson in an instant!
Joe Hoffman: Debbie Does Dallas!
Benny Newell: The ONE move Stevens has that doesn't suck, Joe... Unlike Debbie...
Stevens immediately pounces on the Champion, grabbing him by the legs and locking in his Sharpshooter submission move...
Joe Hoffman: Arachnophobia! We've got a new Champion!
Benny Newell: Fuck you, Stevens!!!
Stevens sits back and wrenches as tightly as he possibly can, desperate to force Jace into submission. The agony on Jace's face is matched only by the desperation for victory on Stevens'. Joel Hortega drops to a knee to ask Jace if he wants to quit, but the Champion shows immense inner strength and determination by lunging forward to grab the ropes!
Joel Hortega calls for Stevens to break the hold, which he reluctantly does at a count of 3, before immediately yelling at Hortega in Spanish.
Benny Newell: Oh, here we go. DJ Tex fucking Mex...
Stevens quickly regains focus and lifts Jace to his feet, whipping him across the ring. Jace bounces off the ropes and straight into a boot to the gut!
Joe Hoffman: He's got it! New Champion!
Hoffman's excitement is matched by the cheering crowd, as Stevens hits his finisher!
TOXIC
FUCKING
STING!!!!!!!!
NO!!!!!!!
Jace somehow wriggles free and shoves Stevens into the ropes! The challenger bounces off and runs straight into a Superkick! Both men fall to the mat, as Joel Hortega begins his count...
UNO....
DOS....
Jace stirs, rolling onto all fours as Stevens remains grounded from the brutal shot to the head.
TRES...
In another moment of convenience, Jace staggers to his feet before I have to Google four in Spanish, and immediately grabs the ropes to keep his balance.
Benny Newell: Fuck him up, Jason!
Jace looks down at Stevens for a moment, before using the ropes to guide himself to the turnbuckle. He laboriously climbs the corner, as Stevens remains motionless on the mat, and steadies himself on the top.
Benny Newell: Be careful, Mr. D!
Joe Hoffman: That's the same corner that Hollywood slipped on earlier, Benny!
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Hoffman!!
Jace jumps from the top and begins twirling through the air, looking to hit his Shooting Star Press signature move!
Joe Hoffman: The Awakening!
Benny Newell: Fuck yes!
Jace flies through the air, only for Scott Stevens to raise his feet to counter...
A moment too late! Jace connects with a desperation move! He lays motionless atop his opponent, as Joel Hortega drops to the mat...
UNO...
DOS....
TRES...
Joel Hortega calls for the bell!
Benny Newell: OH MY CUNT-LOVING GOD, JASON IS THE HOW CONQUEROR!
Joe Hoffman: What a match! What a finish! Jace Parker Davidson is still the LSD/ICON Champion!
The crowd rain down on the Champion with jeers and boos, as the referee hands him his titles. With an exhausted smile on his face, Jace climbs to his feet, a belt in each hand, and ascends the nearest turnbuckle. In a moment of resilience and pride, Jace raises his belts high above his head, as Friday Night Chaos cuts away to another commercial.