Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 0:38:24 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back, folks! We’ve already seen the first match of the World Championship tournament tonight, and now we have the second one for you!
Benny Newell: Ya, we gotta decide who Mike is gonna beat at ICONIC, after all.
Joe Hoffman: I think it’s probably a little more the foregone conclusion you’re making it out to be, Benny…
Benny Newell: Nah, fuck that, Hoffman. Foregone conclusion!
Joe Hoffman: Even though Lee may well have scheduled the tournament to get the Championship off Mike, you’re going to continue praising him…?
Benny Newell: Fuck, Hoffman...don’t confuse me. It’s too early in the night!
Joe Hoffman: Typical. Anyway, earlier tonight, we saw Tara Michaels-Davidson take on Ryan McKenna, and in a very hotly contested contest, Tara picked up the victory and moved on to the next round of the tournament, where she’ll face the winner of this match. McKenna on the other hand, moves into the ICON/LSD Tournament, where he’ll look to make it to the final where he can earn himself a shot against Jace Parker Davidson at ICONIC!
Benny Newell: So we could have Ground Zero fuckhole against Ground Zero fuckhole next week?
Joe Hoffman: Exactly. That’s a possibility. However, we could also see Scott Stevens move on in the tournament this week, and then that possibility is gone - it’s all up in the air right now, Benny!
Benny Newell: Yeah. Blah blah boring tournament possibilities blah.
Joe Hoffman: Typical. Anyway, let’s throw it over to Bryan McVay and get the ring introductions underway!
And then we do exactly that. We pan up to Bryan McVay as Disturbed’s Perfect Insanity starts to play.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is part of the High Octane Wrestling World Championship tournament, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, coming to us from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds….BRIANNNNNNNNNN HOLLYWOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!!
A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena. The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he smiles as he walks towards the fans and just when he's about to give them a handshake, he blows them off and laughs. Hollywood then stops at the end of the ramp, closest to the ring, and his smile turns to seriousness as he stares at the ring for a moment. Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps. Hollywood slides into the ring then walks over to the ropes and stretches by pulling on the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his opponent.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas, and weighing in at two hundred fifty six pounds…..SCOTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEENSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
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, but there are more cheers than boos, 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 cheers intensify as the instrumental after 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. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
The two wrestlers stare at each other as Hortega checks that they’re both ready, before he calls for the bell!
Joe Hoffman: And we are under way for the second time tonight! Remember, there’s a lot on the line here, folks...both of these men recently clashed inside Solitary Confinement too, so maybe there’s some left over heat right there...it should be a good one!
Newell doesn’t reply, merely grunts, as the two wrestlers tear into a collar-and-elbow! They go back and forth, neither getting an advantage for a few moments before they go through a back and forth chain wrestling sequence, ending up with Steven locking in a hammerlock on Hollywood! Hollywood escapes out of it, sending Stevens careening into the ropes! Stevens ducks the clothesline attempt and comes flying off from the other side with a high knee! Hollywood crashes into the canvas, but quickly gets up, before a detente is quickly established between the two circling wrestlers!
Joe Hoffman: A nice bit of technical wrestling between the two in the early going here, Benny.
Benny Newell: Yeah...I thought they were about to start tickling each other’s taints, it was so fucking gay.
There’s another collar-and-elbow, only this time, Stevens backs Hollywood up into the turnbuckle, before he gives the break that Hortega was asking for...for a moment, before he unleashes a devastating knife edge chop, quickly following it up with a European uppercut! Hollywood staggers out of the corner, before Stevens sends him flying overhead with a belly to belly! Hollywood pops up and charges at Stevens who seems to know that it’s coming and manages to drive Hollywood into the canvas with an STO!!!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens getting the initiative right here, folks!
Benny Newell: Fucking useless Texan cunt. Supports a shitty team and everything, Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t see how that relates to anything of relevance…
Benny Newell: You wouldn’t. Fag.
Stevens drags Hollywood up figuring that he has the match entirely under his control...but Hollywood starts to fight back, firing away with punches to Stevens gut, staggering the larger Texan! There’s a blindingly quick DDT, driving Stevens’ head straight into the canvas, before he catches Stevens on the rise with a diamond cutter! He looks at the ropes, before he charges at them, springboarding off with a cross body, again, just catching Stevens as he gets back to his feet!!
Benny Newell: Man, this match fucking SUCKS, Hoffman. I wanted a one sided match so we could get on with the fucking important business of the night...ya know, perving on some chick’s fucking tits. Not this actual wrestling nonsense!
Joe Hoffman: Well, I don’t want to speak for everyone else, but I’m pretty sure we all want a wrestling match like this, Benny....
Benny Newell: Fucking fags.
Hollywood starts to warm up the band, looking for the Executive Promise...but Stevens quickly bails out of the ring! Hortega starts to count him out, but Stevens slides back in before Hortega even gets to five, and the two go at it, toe to toe! Stevens gets the advantage, booting him in the gut and looking for the Toxic Sting...but Hollywood escapes, rushing forward! Stevens looks confused, and charges towards Hollywood, who quickly turns around and snaps off an Executive Promise!!! He drops into a loose cover of Stevens as Hortega starts the count…
Uno……
Dos……….
TRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bryan McVay: And your winner in 7 minutes, 44 seconds….advancing to the next round….BRIAAAAAAAAAAAAN HOLLYWOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Well, there you have it - Brian Hollywood picks up a hard earned victory in a close match over Scott Stevens to qualify himself for the next round of the tournament, where he is all set to take on Tara Michaels-Davidson!
Benny Newell: Man, I’ll give that motherfucker a hundred bucks if he rips Tara’s top off during that match.
Joe Hoffman: I have no doubt of that. Scott Stevens, on the other hand, is going to have to pick himself up from this loss very quickly, because he will take on Ryan McKenna in the LSD/ICON part of the tournament…
Benny Newell: Shitter match.
Joe Hoffman: Shitter match?
Benny Newell: Yeah. The match where you go for a shit.
Joe Hoffman: Typical. Anyway, folks, don’t go anywhere - when we’re back at ringside, we’ll have Rhys Townsend taking on Kirsta Lewis, as this World Championship No1 Contenders tournament rolls on!
Benny Newell: Ya, we gotta decide who Mike is gonna beat at ICONIC, after all.
Joe Hoffman: I think it’s probably a little more the foregone conclusion you’re making it out to be, Benny…
Benny Newell: Nah, fuck that, Hoffman. Foregone conclusion!
Joe Hoffman: Even though Lee may well have scheduled the tournament to get the Championship off Mike, you’re going to continue praising him…?
Benny Newell: Fuck, Hoffman...don’t confuse me. It’s too early in the night!
Joe Hoffman: Typical. Anyway, earlier tonight, we saw Tara Michaels-Davidson take on Ryan McKenna, and in a very hotly contested contest, Tara picked up the victory and moved on to the next round of the tournament, where she’ll face the winner of this match. McKenna on the other hand, moves into the ICON/LSD Tournament, where he’ll look to make it to the final where he can earn himself a shot against Jace Parker Davidson at ICONIC!
Benny Newell: So we could have Ground Zero fuckhole against Ground Zero fuckhole next week?
Joe Hoffman: Exactly. That’s a possibility. However, we could also see Scott Stevens move on in the tournament this week, and then that possibility is gone - it’s all up in the air right now, Benny!
Benny Newell: Yeah. Blah blah boring tournament possibilities blah.
Joe Hoffman: Typical. Anyway, let’s throw it over to Bryan McVay and get the ring introductions underway!
And then we do exactly that. We pan up to Bryan McVay as Disturbed’s Perfect Insanity starts to play.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is part of the High Octane Wrestling World Championship tournament, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, coming to us from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds….BRIANNNNNNNNNN HOLLYWOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!!
A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena. The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he smiles as he walks towards the fans and just when he's about to give them a handshake, he blows them off and laughs. Hollywood then stops at the end of the ramp, closest to the ring, and his smile turns to seriousness as he stares at the ring for a moment. Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps. Hollywood slides into the ring then walks over to the ropes and stretches by pulling on the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his opponent.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas, and weighing in at two hundred fifty six pounds…..SCOTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEENSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
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, but there are more cheers than boos, 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 cheers intensify as the instrumental after 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. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
The two wrestlers stare at each other as Hortega checks that they’re both ready, before he calls for the bell!
Joe Hoffman: And we are under way for the second time tonight! Remember, there’s a lot on the line here, folks...both of these men recently clashed inside Solitary Confinement too, so maybe there’s some left over heat right there...it should be a good one!
Newell doesn’t reply, merely grunts, as the two wrestlers tear into a collar-and-elbow! They go back and forth, neither getting an advantage for a few moments before they go through a back and forth chain wrestling sequence, ending up with Steven locking in a hammerlock on Hollywood! Hollywood escapes out of it, sending Stevens careening into the ropes! Stevens ducks the clothesline attempt and comes flying off from the other side with a high knee! Hollywood crashes into the canvas, but quickly gets up, before a detente is quickly established between the two circling wrestlers!
Joe Hoffman: A nice bit of technical wrestling between the two in the early going here, Benny.
Benny Newell: Yeah...I thought they were about to start tickling each other’s taints, it was so fucking gay.
There’s another collar-and-elbow, only this time, Stevens backs Hollywood up into the turnbuckle, before he gives the break that Hortega was asking for...for a moment, before he unleashes a devastating knife edge chop, quickly following it up with a European uppercut! Hollywood staggers out of the corner, before Stevens sends him flying overhead with a belly to belly! Hollywood pops up and charges at Stevens who seems to know that it’s coming and manages to drive Hollywood into the canvas with an STO!!!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens getting the initiative right here, folks!
Benny Newell: Fucking useless Texan cunt. Supports a shitty team and everything, Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t see how that relates to anything of relevance…
Benny Newell: You wouldn’t. Fag.
Stevens drags Hollywood up figuring that he has the match entirely under his control...but Hollywood starts to fight back, firing away with punches to Stevens gut, staggering the larger Texan! There’s a blindingly quick DDT, driving Stevens’ head straight into the canvas, before he catches Stevens on the rise with a diamond cutter! He looks at the ropes, before he charges at them, springboarding off with a cross body, again, just catching Stevens as he gets back to his feet!!
Benny Newell: Man, this match fucking SUCKS, Hoffman. I wanted a one sided match so we could get on with the fucking important business of the night...ya know, perving on some chick’s fucking tits. Not this actual wrestling nonsense!
Joe Hoffman: Well, I don’t want to speak for everyone else, but I’m pretty sure we all want a wrestling match like this, Benny....
Benny Newell: Fucking fags.
Hollywood starts to warm up the band, looking for the Executive Promise...but Stevens quickly bails out of the ring! Hortega starts to count him out, but Stevens slides back in before Hortega even gets to five, and the two go at it, toe to toe! Stevens gets the advantage, booting him in the gut and looking for the Toxic Sting...but Hollywood escapes, rushing forward! Stevens looks confused, and charges towards Hollywood, who quickly turns around and snaps off an Executive Promise!!! He drops into a loose cover of Stevens as Hortega starts the count…
Uno……
Dos……….
TRES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bryan McVay: And your winner in 7 minutes, 44 seconds….advancing to the next round….BRIAAAAAAAAAAAAN HOLLYWOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Well, there you have it - Brian Hollywood picks up a hard earned victory in a close match over Scott Stevens to qualify himself for the next round of the tournament, where he is all set to take on Tara Michaels-Davidson!
Benny Newell: Man, I’ll give that motherfucker a hundred bucks if he rips Tara’s top off during that match.
Joe Hoffman: I have no doubt of that. Scott Stevens, on the other hand, is going to have to pick himself up from this loss very quickly, because he will take on Ryan McKenna in the LSD/ICON part of the tournament…
Benny Newell: Shitter match.
Joe Hoffman: Shitter match?
Benny Newell: Yeah. The match where you go for a shit.
Joe Hoffman: Typical. Anyway, folks, don’t go anywhere - when we’re back at ringside, we’ll have Rhys Townsend taking on Kirsta Lewis, as this World Championship No1 Contenders tournament rolls on!