Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 0:37:08 GMT
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the first contest in the ICON and LSD Championships tournament! Introducing first…
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, "Nothing survives my sting!" The crowd reaction is mixed, as an electric guitar wails throughout the PA system and the words of Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena, "As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting. I will, tell you what you want to hear and not mean anything. Then I, treat you like a dog, as I shoot my venom in. You pretend you didn't know, that I am The Scorpion, whoa!" The mixed reaction intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first...representing Ground Zero, coming to us from Houston, Texas….SCOTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEVENNNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
His music is replaced by Cro-Mags, as the lights fade to dark blue in the arena. A few bars after the music kicks in, Ryan emerges from the curtain and stands in the middle of the stage, his fists raised in the air. He soaks in the reaction from the fans, before making his way down to the ring and interacting with the fans in the front row.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, also representing Ground Zero, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland...RYANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MCKENNAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
When he gets to the ring he rolls under the top rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, beating his chest and raising his fists in the air again. When the moment has passed, he drops down and crouches at the turnbuckle facing into the ring.
As Referee Hortega checks the two of them over, we get a small box open up on the side of the picture, showing Ground Zero’s leader, Rhys Townsend, positioned in front of a monitor somewhere in the backstage of the Rosemont Horizon.
Joe Hoffman: As you can see, Rhys Townsend is taking an interest in this match…
Benny Newell: Which is what you’d expect, Hoffhole - I mean, he’s about to watch his precious fucking stable disintegrate...I’m just grateful he didn’t come out here to bore us to death with some guest commentary…
Hoffman doesn’t dignify Newell with a reply, instead we hear the sound of the bell! There’s not much of a tentative start to this contest, as McKenna flies out of the corner, delivering a hurricanrana before Stevens even has a chance to ready himself! McKenna follows up with a series of strikes, mostly targeting the ribs, which does nothing because of the flak jacket that Stevens is wearing! Stevens starts to fire back, but a giant roundhouse kick to the head to Stevens puts him on his ass!
Joe Hoffman: Hot start to this contest!
Benny Newell: Ya, and that flak jacket is paying dividends!
Joe Hoffman: Well, he does have a valid medical reason for wearing it…
Benny Newell: Bullshit! Guy just wants to take any advantage he can get...and good for him!
Stevens gets straight back up off his ass, and with McKenna charging at him, quickly flattens the smaller Scot with a stiff right! McKenna pops back up, but Stevens keeps firing away with rights, backing McKenna up into a corner! He takes a few steps back before hurling himself into McKenna’s midsection with a spear! McKenna stumbles out of the turnbuckle, and Stevens hurls him overhead with a belly to belly suplex!!
Joe Hoffman: And now Stevens is in control...this match is being hotly contested, folks - both of these men want to pick up the bragging rights!
Benny Newell: Yeah, well, like I said - implosion coming because one of these fuckers won’t be able to take losing to the other. Gonna be awesome, Hoffman…
Joe Hoffman: I think you might be holding out too much hope there, Benny. I don’t see the implosion you’re predicting.
Benny Newell: Because you ain’t got the fucking vision I’ve got, Hoffman! Just wait and see.
McKenna’s straight back up though and the two of them go right back at it, McKenna firing away kicks, occasionally remembering to not aim at Stevens ribs, but most of his blows landing ineffectually on the flak jacket covering Stevens midsection! The flak jacket absorbing a large amount of the blows that Stevens is taking allows The Scorpion to fire a few vicious right hands! He stuns McKenna, before he whips him off the ropes, and McKenna comes flying back, sending Stevens crashing with a flying headscissors!
Joe Hoffman: McKenna starting to use his speed…
There’s a standing start from McKenna before he springboards off the ropes, smashing into Stevens! He’s back up, and fires away a few kicks at Stevens’ legs as the Texan gets up, leaving Stevens on one knee, perfectly set up for the Shining Wizard McKenna hits! Again, Stevens goes down, and McKenna is on the move straight away, dropping a knee on his face, before he tears up the turnbuckle, leaping off with a moonsault, smashing right into the flak jacket!!
Joe Hoffman: I think he did more damage to himself than Stevens with that move, Benny!
Benny Newell: Yeah...I fucking told you, Hoffman - wearing that flak jacket was SMART.
Both men are taking their time to get up in the ring, but Stevens is up first...and he immediately starts stalking McKenna, looking for the Toxic Sting...and when McKenna gets up, he goes to boot him in the gut...but McKenna catches his foot, and spins him around, grabbing a waistlock! He lifts Stevens, looking for the Cortex Vortex...but he can’t quite get Stevens up and over! The big Texan lands on his feet, but McKenna keeps the rear waistlock, trying to lift him again, but Stevens stamps on his foot! Still, McKenna doesn’t release and tries to lift again, but failing once more...Stevens hoofs a leg up and behind, catching McKenna right in his baws! McKenna starts to crumple, but Stevens quickly spins and nails the Toxic Sting! He moves into the cover as Hortega counts…
Uno….
Dos…..
Tres!!!!!
Bryan McVay: Your winner, in 9 minutes, 22 seconds and advancing to the final of the LSD and ICON Championships tournament….SCOTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEVENNNNNNSSSS!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Well, Stevens had to bend the rules a little to pick up the victory, but he did what he had to to pick up the victory!
Benny Newell: Smart, Hoffman. Smart. Flak jacket and then using whatever means he had to to get the win...smart. And I’m sure McKenna isn’t going to be happy about it! Implosion!
And as we see Stevens celebrating in the ring, we get Townsend popping up in the Goldman box...and we see the leader of Ground Zero shake his head and walk off, seemingly displeased.
Benny Newell: See? See?! That bald headed fuck isn’t happy about things!
Joe Hoffman: I still think you’re being premature, Benny...but we’ll see. Either way, Stevens picked up a huge win and will get the opportunity to earn himself a shot at the ICON and LSD Championships! We’re not done tonight though, folks, as we have a triple threat between Reggie Rivid, David Black and Noah Hanson coming up, before we have our main event - the World Championship semi-final between Rhys Townsend and Scottywood, so you do not want to change the channel!
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, "Nothing survives my sting!" The crowd reaction is mixed, as an electric guitar wails throughout the PA system and the words of Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena, "As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting. I will, tell you what you want to hear and not mean anything. Then I, treat you like a dog, as I shoot my venom in. You pretend you didn't know, that I am The Scorpion, whoa!" The mixed reaction intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first...representing Ground Zero, coming to us from Houston, Texas….SCOTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEVENNNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
His music is replaced by Cro-Mags, as the lights fade to dark blue in the arena. A few bars after the music kicks in, Ryan emerges from the curtain and stands in the middle of the stage, his fists raised in the air. He soaks in the reaction from the fans, before making his way down to the ring and interacting with the fans in the front row.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, also representing Ground Zero, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland...RYANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MCKENNAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
When he gets to the ring he rolls under the top rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, beating his chest and raising his fists in the air again. When the moment has passed, he drops down and crouches at the turnbuckle facing into the ring.
As Referee Hortega checks the two of them over, we get a small box open up on the side of the picture, showing Ground Zero’s leader, Rhys Townsend, positioned in front of a monitor somewhere in the backstage of the Rosemont Horizon.
Joe Hoffman: As you can see, Rhys Townsend is taking an interest in this match…
Benny Newell: Which is what you’d expect, Hoffhole - I mean, he’s about to watch his precious fucking stable disintegrate...I’m just grateful he didn’t come out here to bore us to death with some guest commentary…
Hoffman doesn’t dignify Newell with a reply, instead we hear the sound of the bell! There’s not much of a tentative start to this contest, as McKenna flies out of the corner, delivering a hurricanrana before Stevens even has a chance to ready himself! McKenna follows up with a series of strikes, mostly targeting the ribs, which does nothing because of the flak jacket that Stevens is wearing! Stevens starts to fire back, but a giant roundhouse kick to the head to Stevens puts him on his ass!
Joe Hoffman: Hot start to this contest!
Benny Newell: Ya, and that flak jacket is paying dividends!
Joe Hoffman: Well, he does have a valid medical reason for wearing it…
Benny Newell: Bullshit! Guy just wants to take any advantage he can get...and good for him!
Stevens gets straight back up off his ass, and with McKenna charging at him, quickly flattens the smaller Scot with a stiff right! McKenna pops back up, but Stevens keeps firing away with rights, backing McKenna up into a corner! He takes a few steps back before hurling himself into McKenna’s midsection with a spear! McKenna stumbles out of the turnbuckle, and Stevens hurls him overhead with a belly to belly suplex!!
Joe Hoffman: And now Stevens is in control...this match is being hotly contested, folks - both of these men want to pick up the bragging rights!
Benny Newell: Yeah, well, like I said - implosion coming because one of these fuckers won’t be able to take losing to the other. Gonna be awesome, Hoffman…
Joe Hoffman: I think you might be holding out too much hope there, Benny. I don’t see the implosion you’re predicting.
Benny Newell: Because you ain’t got the fucking vision I’ve got, Hoffman! Just wait and see.
McKenna’s straight back up though and the two of them go right back at it, McKenna firing away kicks, occasionally remembering to not aim at Stevens ribs, but most of his blows landing ineffectually on the flak jacket covering Stevens midsection! The flak jacket absorbing a large amount of the blows that Stevens is taking allows The Scorpion to fire a few vicious right hands! He stuns McKenna, before he whips him off the ropes, and McKenna comes flying back, sending Stevens crashing with a flying headscissors!
Joe Hoffman: McKenna starting to use his speed…
There’s a standing start from McKenna before he springboards off the ropes, smashing into Stevens! He’s back up, and fires away a few kicks at Stevens’ legs as the Texan gets up, leaving Stevens on one knee, perfectly set up for the Shining Wizard McKenna hits! Again, Stevens goes down, and McKenna is on the move straight away, dropping a knee on his face, before he tears up the turnbuckle, leaping off with a moonsault, smashing right into the flak jacket!!
Joe Hoffman: I think he did more damage to himself than Stevens with that move, Benny!
Benny Newell: Yeah...I fucking told you, Hoffman - wearing that flak jacket was SMART.
Both men are taking their time to get up in the ring, but Stevens is up first...and he immediately starts stalking McKenna, looking for the Toxic Sting...and when McKenna gets up, he goes to boot him in the gut...but McKenna catches his foot, and spins him around, grabbing a waistlock! He lifts Stevens, looking for the Cortex Vortex...but he can’t quite get Stevens up and over! The big Texan lands on his feet, but McKenna keeps the rear waistlock, trying to lift him again, but Stevens stamps on his foot! Still, McKenna doesn’t release and tries to lift again, but failing once more...Stevens hoofs a leg up and behind, catching McKenna right in his baws! McKenna starts to crumple, but Stevens quickly spins and nails the Toxic Sting! He moves into the cover as Hortega counts…
Uno….
Dos…..
Tres!!!!!
Bryan McVay: Your winner, in 9 minutes, 22 seconds and advancing to the final of the LSD and ICON Championships tournament….SCOTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEVENNNNNNSSSS!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Well, Stevens had to bend the rules a little to pick up the victory, but he did what he had to to pick up the victory!
Benny Newell: Smart, Hoffman. Smart. Flak jacket and then using whatever means he had to to get the win...smart. And I’m sure McKenna isn’t going to be happy about it! Implosion!
And as we see Stevens celebrating in the ring, we get Townsend popping up in the Goldman box...and we see the leader of Ground Zero shake his head and walk off, seemingly displeased.
Benny Newell: See? See?! That bald headed fuck isn’t happy about things!
Joe Hoffman: I still think you’re being premature, Benny...but we’ll see. Either way, Stevens picked up a huge win and will get the opportunity to earn himself a shot at the ICON and LSD Championships! We’re not done tonight though, folks, as we have a triple threat between Reggie Rivid, David Black and Noah Hanson coming up, before we have our main event - the World Championship semi-final between Rhys Townsend and Scottywood, so you do not want to change the channel!