Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 0:45:38 GMT
We cut back live inside the arena as Bryan McVay is set to announce the wrestlers for the next match in tonight's Lethal Lottery.
Bryan McVay: This is the Fatal Four Way and it is for the number one contendership for the HOW ICCCCCCOOOOOOONNNNNN AND LLLLLLL! SSSSSSSSSSS! DDDDDDDDDDD! CHAMPIONSHIPSSSSSSS! Chosen at random, the first challenger of the evening.
“Now You‘re a Man” by DVDA hits the speakers and Bobby Dean makes he‘s way to the ramp eating a double meat cheese burger..
Bryan McVay: And introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, he weighs in at 376 lbs, “BEAUTIFUL” BOBBY! DEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!
Benny Newell: BESTY!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Poor Bobby Dean....literally just got caught with his pants down in the hallway by Lee...and now he is expected to compete?
Benny Newell: BESTY!!!!!!
Dean waddles towards the ring and climbs up the steps looking winded from the climb. He takes a breather before squeezing through the ropes and continues eating his cheese burger as he awaits his three opponents.
Bryan McVay: And the next participant, chosen at random.
"I Get Off" by Halestorm hits. The music continues as Kirsta Lewis makes her way out with a lead pipe in hand. She wraps her hand tightly around it and raises it above her head. Kirsta then ducks down and bangs the pipe on the entrance ramp showing this pipe is real and she is looking to do some damage.
Benny Newell: How many dicks did this bitch have to suck to get this opportunity?
Joe Hoffman: It’s completely random Benny.
Benny Newell: Bullshit! We all know she sucked John Sektor’s dick to get this match along with Keller’s and God’s but she probably sucked the roadie’s dick, the dock man’s dick, the security guard’s dick, the valet‘s dick, the ring crew guy’s dick, the trainer’s dick, the producer’s dick so she could get near the person picking her spot and suck his dick as well. Hell, she probably sucked your dick as well Hoffhole! Take your pants off Hoffman and let me see, she leaves a lip stick stain when she sucks dick.
Joe Hoffman: I am not doing that.
Benny Newell: I SAID TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF ASSHOLE!
Brian McVay: Introducing his opponent from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 130 lbs…. KIRSTAAAAAA LEWWWWWWISSSSSSSS!
Kirsta gets into the ring where Joel Hortega promptly grabs the lead pipe from her and hands it to a ring attendant.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta not too happy her pipe is being taken away.
Benny Newell: She‘s probably grabbed about thirty poles tonight to get this match Hoffman..
Joe Hoffman: Sorry for my broadcast partner ladies and gentlemen.
Benny Newell: The only thing you should be sorry for is that I haven’t whipped it out and flossed Kirsta’s teeth with it.
Joe Hoffman: The hell Benny!
Kirsta's music fades out as Bobby Dean starts rubbing his man boobs using the mayonnaise and mustard that‘s dripped onto his chest as lotion.
Bryan McVay: The next participant…..
“I am the Scorpion whoa!” the crowd erupts in cheers as the sounds of Megadeth bring out the man from Texas.
Benny Newell: We all know how Kirsta ended up in this but how the fuck did this mother fucker get into this match?
? He suck dick as well?
Joe Hoffman: I repeat ladies and gentlemen I apologize for my broadcast partner……Benny what are you doing?
Benny Newell: I said do it, do it now!…….Just watch and listen.
As Stevens is making his way down the entrance ramp his music is suddenly cut off when suddenly……..
HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE LONESOME LOSER!
The tune by The Liver River Band begins to play and Stevens shakes his head in disgust as he makes reaches the ring and rolls inside.
Bryan McVay: And their opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 256 lbs, he is “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: That wasn’t very nice Benny.
Benny Newell: Well the hick is a loser and it’s only appropriate to come out to a song that fits you.
Bryan McVay: And finally…..
The entire arena goes ballistic as “The Best Around” by Joe Esposito ignites over the PA system.
Benny Newell: YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS! Finally some true fucking talent is in this bitch!
Joe Hoffman: Weren’t you saying negative and harsh things not too long ago when he fired you and almost turned you into Besty?
Benny Newell: Fuck you Hoffman! Why you got to bring shit up from the past?!?!?!?
After a few long seconds, Michael Lee Best makes his way out from behind the curtain. The son of Best has a look of boredom on his face.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent... hailing from Chicago, Illinois... he stands at 6’0” and weighs in at 236 pounds... MICHAEL... LEE.... BEEEEEEST!
Michael Best slowly makes his way down to the ring. He laps the ring a few times and as he does he yawns and seems totally disinterested with entering the ring when he finally enters after a fifth lap.
Joe Hoffman: Mike seems tired.
Benny Newell: It’s called fucking strategy Hoffman, he’s got them where he wants them.
Once Mike enters, Hortega speaks a few things in gibberish before ringing the bell.
Ding. Ding.
And like a bat out of hell, Kirsta immediately runs at Mike Best and surprises him as she takes him down with a double leg and begins to wail on the former seven time champion.
Joe Hoffman: Wow. I didn’t see that coming, Kirsta takes down Mike. Looks like Sektor has been training her well.
Benny Newell: Please Hoffman, Kirsta knows two moves……..
Joe Hoffman: I’m going to regret this, what are the two moves Benny.
Benny Newell: Sucking and Swallowing.
Joe Hoffman: Yep, I regret it.
Kirsta continues to bring the pain onto Mike’s face as Stevens looks on and Bobby Dean continues to eat his cheeseburger.
Benny Newell: Is fat fuck and the inbred going to fight or they just going to stand there and jack each other off?
Mike Best is able to free himself and roll out of the ring.
Mike Best: Fuck this!
Mike yells from the outside of the ring while giving the former Icon champion the bird.
Kirsta Lewis: Get in here you little bitch!!!!!
Kirsta yells as she holds the ropes open for Mike to return.
Mike Best: You’re not in my fucking league bitch!
Mike yells as he begins to circle the ring.
Joe Hoffman: I guess Mike is taking a time out.
Benny Newell: It’s called strategy Hoffman…..strategy.
As Kirsta turns around she sees a sinister grin on the face of Stevens. Stevens rushes her and goes for a clothesline.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta ducks out of the way and Stevens take a shot to the gut.
Benny Newell: More like Stevens gets reamed in the butt.
Kirsta grabs Stevens and whips him who reverses it and sends the Hellcat crashing into Bobby Dean.
Joe Hoffman: Dean doesn’t look to happy that his meal was interrupted.
Benny Newell: Well the fat fuck should’ve finished it back at catering.
Bobby Dean looks down at the remnants of his burger on the mat before he reaches into his tights and pulls out another.
Benny Newell: …..Did he just pull that out off….
Joe Hoffman: Yes he did…..
Benny Newell: I’m going to be sick.
Dean takes the cheeseburger and pie faces Kirsta with it before grabbing her and motor boating her chest.
Benny Newell: Lucky fat bastard.
Stevens has had enough of the shenanigans and dropkicks the back of Bobby Dean whose momentum brings him falling on top of Kirsta.
Benny Newell: That’s it Kirsta’s dead.
Joe Hoffman: Not necessarily Benny.
Benny Newell: a five hundred pound water buffalo just fell on her Hoffman, she’s dead.
Hortega begins his count.
Uno.
Dos.
Stevens breaks up the pin.
Stevens continues the attack by stomping the downed Kirsta and kicking the face of Dean.
Stevens backs up and bit and knocks the cheese off of Dean’s cheese with a short running boot.
Joe Hoffman: That’s one way to get Bobby Dean off of Kirsta.
Benny Newell: Kirsta may be paralyzed from the waist down after fat ass rolled off of her.
Stevens quickly goes for a cover but only get a one count.
Joe Hoffman: Still some fight left in the Hell Cat.
Benny Newell: Good, I got a chub and need to rub it out.
Kirsta tries to double leg Stevens, but he stuffs her and takes her over with a side suplex. Stevens begins to work over the arm of Kirsta using his knee brace to inflict pain on the elbow and wrist.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens working the arm of Kirsta.
Benny Newell: That fucker better not hurt it Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Why’s that Benny?
Benny Newell: She’s got to use it later to work over my third arm.
Joe Hoffman: Why do I bother asking anymore.
While Bobby Dean uses the reinforced ropes to pull himself up, Stevens has Kirsta in an armbar.
Joe Hoffman: Mike Best still hasn’t got involved in in this match up…….what is he doing over there Benny?
Benny Newell: Looks like his eating some delicious popcorn Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Are you kidding me?
Benny Newell: Hey, when you got fat fuck around you have to eat when you can because food goes quick.
Dean wipes the sweat from his forehead after his excruciating climbing adventure and waddles fast over to Stevens and Kirsta.
Benny Newell: WHITE CLOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Isn’t it Geronimo Benny?
Benny Newell: Don’t you fucking correct me Hoffman!
Dean flattens both Stevens and Kirsta with a splash after a vertical leap of two inches.
Benny Newell: That’s it their dead.
Hortega slides in for the cover.
Uno.
Dos.
No!
Dean breaks his own pin by crawling off.
Benny Newell: What the hell is fat fuck doing?!?!?!?!?
Joe Hoffman: He seems to be mesmerized by Mike Best.
Dean slowly crawls toward Mike, who is on the outside of the ring shaking the popcorn bucket.
Benny Newell: Fat fuck has to have a snack in the middle of the match. Typical.
Dean is salivating and the spit slowly drips from his tongue as it hangs out like a dog waiting for his meal.
As Dean reaches for the popcorn Mike slowly pulls it out of Bobby’s reach.
Mike Best: You want this?
Dean shakes his head yes.
Mike Best: Here you go.
Mike throws the popcorn bucket into the face of Dean and he gives him a bitch slap across the face.
Mike begins to laugh at Dean as the Beautiful One scrambles to pick up the cornels of popcorn that are laying on the mat and begins to eat them.
Joe Hoffman: I’m embarrassed to even call this.
Benny Newell: Why?
Joe Hoffman: You have Bobby Dean eating while Stevens and Kirsta are beating each other senseless in the middle of the ring, and the prodigal son of HOW making a mockery of not only himself but of his father’s company.
Benny Newell: It’s called strategy Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: What ever.
Mike Best continues to make is long walk around the ring as Kirsta catches Stevens flush across the chin with a chick kick.
Cover.
Uno.
Dos.
Shoulder up.
Kirsta begins to stomp away on the Texas native as Mike Best makes his way over to Hoffman and Big Buff.
Mike Best: I need a drink, my mouth is a little parch from all that popcorn.
Benny Newell: Help yourself.
Benny hands Mike his bottle of Jack and Mike takes a swig.
Inside the ring Stevens holds onto the ropes and pulls them down as Kirsta comes flying through the air looking for a cross body.
Kirsta stumbles to the ground and hits Mike Best in the process.
Mike Best: Fucking bitch made me spill my drink!
Mike takes another gulp of the liquor and waits for Kirsta to stand.
Kirsta nips up to her feet and immediately goes for the Hell Bitch Kick, but Mike sidesteps it and spits the whiskey into her eyes.
As Kirsta stumbles around dazed and confused, the former world champion grabs her by the arm and sends her crashing into the ring steps.
Mike Best: Fucking cunt.
Benny Newell: If I ever have a son, I want him to grow up just like him.
As Mike is trash talking Kirsta he narrowly avoids a punch from the popcorn eating fiend.
Mike Best: That’s the thanks I get for feeding you?!?!?!?!?
Mike screams at Dean as he rolls into the ring.
Benny Newell: Yeah really, ungrateful fat ass.
Joe Hoffman: Ummmmmm…….Mike may want to turn around.
Benny Newell: Uh oh.
As Mike continues to berate Bobby Dean he backs into Scott Stevens, who isn’t in the mood to play games.
Mike slowly turns around.
Scott Stevens: Hello Mikey.
Stevens unloads rights and lefts to the body and face of Mike Best until he is up against the ropes and continues the barrage of punches. Stevens whips the son of Best into the ropes and Stevens runs after him with bad intentions in his eyes in the form of a lariat.
Benny Newell: Ha! Fuck you hillbilly.
Benny screams as if you came in his pants as Mike avoids the attack by ducking out of the ring.
Stevens yells for Mike to get back into the ring and Mike’s response is the finger.
Stevens waves him off and sees Bobby Dean as risen to his feet and goes on the attack.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think that is having any effect.
Benny Newell: No shit Hoffman. If it didn’t work for Wolverine in X-Men Origins, it’s not going to work for farmer Joe.
Bobby Dean seems to be giggling at each punch Stevens delivers to the mid section.
Stevens frustrated slaps Bobby Dean who responds with a massive choke slam.
Joe Hoffman: Leg drop!!!!!!!!
Bobby Dean tells Hortega to count because he is winded from his short run.
Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kirsta with the save.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta stops Dean from attaining victory.
Kirsta says something to Dean who nods.
They both reach down and pick up Stevens and hit a double DDT onto Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like Kirsta and Dean want to eliminate Stevens from the match completely.
Benny Newell: Good, I think the winner should go to the winner of who has the bigger tits! Drink.
Kirsta motions for Dean to pick up Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like the fat lady is about to sing for Stevens tonight.
Benny Newell: Don’t you mean Bobby Dean?
Kirsta measures Stevens and delivers the Hell’s Bitch Kick.
Benny Newell: God dammit!
Stevens ducks out of the way and Kirsta drops Bobby Dean with the super kick, and as Kirsta turns around takes a boot to the gut.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting! The match is…..wait……no!
As Stevens hits his finisher, Mike Best slides into the ring behind Stevens.
Benny Newell: Jesus Fucking Complex Hoffhole! And fucking drink!
Mike Best nonchalantly walks over to Bobby Dean and places a single boot on him and yells for the ref to count.
Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
Hortega calls for the bell and raises Mike’s hand in victory.
Bryan McVay: And your winner of the match...MICHAEL... LEE.... BEEEEEEST!
Joe Hoffman: Utter disgrace is what that is.
Benny Newell: Is called fucking strategy Hoffman. Spell it with me…..S-T-R
As Benny continues to spell he is suddenly cut off as "13 Years of Grief" begins to play over the arena's PA system...
Once again all the attention of the wrestlers and fans turn towards the entrance ramp as the owner of High Octane Wrestling, Lee Best, finally makes his way out live to the masses.
He is flanked by Professor Keller and a whole entourage of security as the crowd continues to cheer madly for the owner of HOW.
Joe Hoffman: This is so odd to hear Lee getting cheered outside of Chicago…
Lee is smirking as he takes in the crowd’s reaction as its been many months since he has stood live in front of a camera on a HOW program.
Lee motions for the crowd to quiet down as brings a microphone out of his jacket and to his lips as inside the ring his son is staring intently at his father.
The music fades out fully as Lee begins…
Lee Best: It’s been way toooooooooo fucking long no?
The crowd erupts in cheers as Lee smiles.
Lee Best: As much as I appreciate the reaction I am obviously not out here to speak to you fucksticks……..I am here for…….you.
Lee points at his son as the crowd begins to chant “WE ARE FUCKSTICKS”.
The chants even throw Lee off as he starts laughing which just causes the fans to cheer louder.
Lee Best: Come on…I need to be in evil douchebag mode here….
The crowd cheers loudly once again before quieting down as Lee regains his focus as Mike motions for Lee to bring it on.
Lee Best: First off……Son…..I love you…always have. From your cuntpunting days, to the times you thought you were Jesus…..to the whiny little wanna be Daddy era…..to this …well whatever the fuck this is.
Mike gives Lee a good fuck you fake laugh as his father continues..
Lee Best: No I am serious…I have no idea what the fuck you are trying to pull off nowadays. What I do know is that just a few moments ago you put your cute little boot on top of my new Besty and have won the right to a title shot of any title you want….at any time…..well at least you thought that.
Mike goes to grab a microphone from a crewman to issue a retort but there is no microphone to give Mike.
Lee Best: Do not worry Son….they have strict orders not to allow you to open your fucking mouth on a microphone while Daddy is speaking…..you know…that whole respect your elders dealio?
Mike just mouths the words “Fuck Respect” and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle as he waits for Lee to continue.
Lee Best: See…that’s better. My Son sitting in the corner waiting for direction. You see Son the problem with you is that without me around you just lose your way. I am here to help you….I always have been here to help you. We all know your days in the ring are over and we all know that you are just itching to pull the trigger on your retirement and start managing that new whore you brought into HOW from your academy…..Alex is her name I think?
Lee looks at Keller who just shrugs as he has no idea either.
Lee Best: But here are the facts Son…before you retire you thought it would be a good idea to compete here in the Lottery and lo and behold you won this match…..well now I have no choice but to do my fatherly duty and do what is best for you Son.
Lee pauses as he knows he has EVERYONE hinging on every word he is saying..
Lee Best: That is why at Rumble at the Rock you versus Jatt……um Simon…..fuck it he’s Jatt to me……..that is why at Rumble at the Rock you versus Jatt will take place in the Prison Yard and…
Lee is forced to pause as the crowd erupts at the official announcement of the stipulation for the big match.
Lee Best: And that is why I must make you cash in your title opportunity…….NEXT WEEK……versus the winner of tonight’s WORLD TITLE MATCH!!!!
Once again the crowd erupts as Mike hops off the top turnbuckle and stares intently at Lee.
Lee Best: Between now and then Son……well………I can only hope that you……come……..home.
With that Lee hands the mic to Keller and turns and walks towards the back as we cut away to a commercial break as we focus in on the intense gaze of the Son.
Bryan McVay: This is the Fatal Four Way and it is for the number one contendership for the HOW ICCCCCCOOOOOOONNNNNN AND LLLLLLL! SSSSSSSSSSS! DDDDDDDDDDD! CHAMPIONSHIPSSSSSSS! Chosen at random, the first challenger of the evening.
“Now You‘re a Man” by DVDA hits the speakers and Bobby Dean makes he‘s way to the ramp eating a double meat cheese burger..
Bryan McVay: And introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, he weighs in at 376 lbs, “BEAUTIFUL” BOBBY! DEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!
Benny Newell: BESTY!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Poor Bobby Dean....literally just got caught with his pants down in the hallway by Lee...and now he is expected to compete?
Benny Newell: BESTY!!!!!!
Dean waddles towards the ring and climbs up the steps looking winded from the climb. He takes a breather before squeezing through the ropes and continues eating his cheese burger as he awaits his three opponents.
Bryan McVay: And the next participant, chosen at random.
"I Get Off" by Halestorm hits. The music continues as Kirsta Lewis makes her way out with a lead pipe in hand. She wraps her hand tightly around it and raises it above her head. Kirsta then ducks down and bangs the pipe on the entrance ramp showing this pipe is real and she is looking to do some damage.
Benny Newell: How many dicks did this bitch have to suck to get this opportunity?
Joe Hoffman: It’s completely random Benny.
Benny Newell: Bullshit! We all know she sucked John Sektor’s dick to get this match along with Keller’s and God’s but she probably sucked the roadie’s dick, the dock man’s dick, the security guard’s dick, the valet‘s dick, the ring crew guy’s dick, the trainer’s dick, the producer’s dick so she could get near the person picking her spot and suck his dick as well. Hell, she probably sucked your dick as well Hoffhole! Take your pants off Hoffman and let me see, she leaves a lip stick stain when she sucks dick.
Joe Hoffman: I am not doing that.
Benny Newell: I SAID TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF ASSHOLE!
Brian McVay: Introducing his opponent from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 130 lbs…. KIRSTAAAAAA LEWWWWWWISSSSSSSS!
Kirsta gets into the ring where Joel Hortega promptly grabs the lead pipe from her and hands it to a ring attendant.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta not too happy her pipe is being taken away.
Benny Newell: She‘s probably grabbed about thirty poles tonight to get this match Hoffman..
Joe Hoffman: Sorry for my broadcast partner ladies and gentlemen.
Benny Newell: The only thing you should be sorry for is that I haven’t whipped it out and flossed Kirsta’s teeth with it.
Joe Hoffman: The hell Benny!
Kirsta's music fades out as Bobby Dean starts rubbing his man boobs using the mayonnaise and mustard that‘s dripped onto his chest as lotion.
Bryan McVay: The next participant…..
“I am the Scorpion whoa!” the crowd erupts in cheers as the sounds of Megadeth bring out the man from Texas.
Benny Newell: We all know how Kirsta ended up in this but how the fuck did this mother fucker get into this match?
? He suck dick as well?Joe Hoffman: I repeat ladies and gentlemen I apologize for my broadcast partner……Benny what are you doing?
Benny Newell: I said do it, do it now!…….Just watch and listen.
As Stevens is making his way down the entrance ramp his music is suddenly cut off when suddenly……..
HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE LONESOME LOSER!
The tune by The Liver River Band begins to play and Stevens shakes his head in disgust as he makes reaches the ring and rolls inside.
Bryan McVay: And their opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 256 lbs, he is “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: That wasn’t very nice Benny.
Benny Newell: Well the hick is a loser and it’s only appropriate to come out to a song that fits you.
Bryan McVay: And finally…..
The entire arena goes ballistic as “The Best Around” by Joe Esposito ignites over the PA system.
Benny Newell: YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS! Finally some true fucking talent is in this bitch!
Joe Hoffman: Weren’t you saying negative and harsh things not too long ago when he fired you and almost turned you into Besty?
Benny Newell: Fuck you Hoffman! Why you got to bring shit up from the past?!?!?!?
After a few long seconds, Michael Lee Best makes his way out from behind the curtain. The son of Best has a look of boredom on his face.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent... hailing from Chicago, Illinois... he stands at 6’0” and weighs in at 236 pounds... MICHAEL... LEE.... BEEEEEEST!
Michael Best slowly makes his way down to the ring. He laps the ring a few times and as he does he yawns and seems totally disinterested with entering the ring when he finally enters after a fifth lap.
Joe Hoffman: Mike seems tired.
Benny Newell: It’s called fucking strategy Hoffman, he’s got them where he wants them.
Once Mike enters, Hortega speaks a few things in gibberish before ringing the bell.
Ding. Ding.
And like a bat out of hell, Kirsta immediately runs at Mike Best and surprises him as she takes him down with a double leg and begins to wail on the former seven time champion.
Joe Hoffman: Wow. I didn’t see that coming, Kirsta takes down Mike. Looks like Sektor has been training her well.
Benny Newell: Please Hoffman, Kirsta knows two moves……..
Joe Hoffman: I’m going to regret this, what are the two moves Benny.
Benny Newell: Sucking and Swallowing.
Joe Hoffman: Yep, I regret it.
Kirsta continues to bring the pain onto Mike’s face as Stevens looks on and Bobby Dean continues to eat his cheeseburger.
Benny Newell: Is fat fuck and the inbred going to fight or they just going to stand there and jack each other off?
Mike Best is able to free himself and roll out of the ring.
Mike Best: Fuck this!
Mike yells from the outside of the ring while giving the former Icon champion the bird.
Kirsta Lewis: Get in here you little bitch!!!!!
Kirsta yells as she holds the ropes open for Mike to return.
Mike Best: You’re not in my fucking league bitch!
Mike yells as he begins to circle the ring.
Joe Hoffman: I guess Mike is taking a time out.
Benny Newell: It’s called strategy Hoffman…..strategy.
As Kirsta turns around she sees a sinister grin on the face of Stevens. Stevens rushes her and goes for a clothesline.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta ducks out of the way and Stevens take a shot to the gut.
Benny Newell: More like Stevens gets reamed in the butt.
Kirsta grabs Stevens and whips him who reverses it and sends the Hellcat crashing into Bobby Dean.
Joe Hoffman: Dean doesn’t look to happy that his meal was interrupted.
Benny Newell: Well the fat fuck should’ve finished it back at catering.
Bobby Dean looks down at the remnants of his burger on the mat before he reaches into his tights and pulls out another.
Benny Newell: …..Did he just pull that out off….
Joe Hoffman: Yes he did…..
Benny Newell: I’m going to be sick.
Dean takes the cheeseburger and pie faces Kirsta with it before grabbing her and motor boating her chest.
Benny Newell: Lucky fat bastard.
Stevens has had enough of the shenanigans and dropkicks the back of Bobby Dean whose momentum brings him falling on top of Kirsta.
Benny Newell: That’s it Kirsta’s dead.
Joe Hoffman: Not necessarily Benny.
Benny Newell: a five hundred pound water buffalo just fell on her Hoffman, she’s dead.
Hortega begins his count.
Uno.
Dos.
Stevens breaks up the pin.
Stevens continues the attack by stomping the downed Kirsta and kicking the face of Dean.
Stevens backs up and bit and knocks the cheese off of Dean’s cheese with a short running boot.
Joe Hoffman: That’s one way to get Bobby Dean off of Kirsta.
Benny Newell: Kirsta may be paralyzed from the waist down after fat ass rolled off of her.
Stevens quickly goes for a cover but only get a one count.
Joe Hoffman: Still some fight left in the Hell Cat.
Benny Newell: Good, I got a chub and need to rub it out.
Kirsta tries to double leg Stevens, but he stuffs her and takes her over with a side suplex. Stevens begins to work over the arm of Kirsta using his knee brace to inflict pain on the elbow and wrist.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens working the arm of Kirsta.
Benny Newell: That fucker better not hurt it Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Why’s that Benny?
Benny Newell: She’s got to use it later to work over my third arm.
Joe Hoffman: Why do I bother asking anymore.
While Bobby Dean uses the reinforced ropes to pull himself up, Stevens has Kirsta in an armbar.
Joe Hoffman: Mike Best still hasn’t got involved in in this match up…….what is he doing over there Benny?
Benny Newell: Looks like his eating some delicious popcorn Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Are you kidding me?
Benny Newell: Hey, when you got fat fuck around you have to eat when you can because food goes quick.
Dean wipes the sweat from his forehead after his excruciating climbing adventure and waddles fast over to Stevens and Kirsta.
Benny Newell: WHITE CLOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Isn’t it Geronimo Benny?
Benny Newell: Don’t you fucking correct me Hoffman!
Dean flattens both Stevens and Kirsta with a splash after a vertical leap of two inches.
Benny Newell: That’s it their dead.
Hortega slides in for the cover.
Uno.
Dos.
No!
Dean breaks his own pin by crawling off.
Benny Newell: What the hell is fat fuck doing?!?!?!?!?
Joe Hoffman: He seems to be mesmerized by Mike Best.
Dean slowly crawls toward Mike, who is on the outside of the ring shaking the popcorn bucket.
Benny Newell: Fat fuck has to have a snack in the middle of the match. Typical.
Dean is salivating and the spit slowly drips from his tongue as it hangs out like a dog waiting for his meal.
As Dean reaches for the popcorn Mike slowly pulls it out of Bobby’s reach.
Mike Best: You want this?
Dean shakes his head yes.
Mike Best: Here you go.
Mike throws the popcorn bucket into the face of Dean and he gives him a bitch slap across the face.
Mike begins to laugh at Dean as the Beautiful One scrambles to pick up the cornels of popcorn that are laying on the mat and begins to eat them.
Joe Hoffman: I’m embarrassed to even call this.
Benny Newell: Why?
Joe Hoffman: You have Bobby Dean eating while Stevens and Kirsta are beating each other senseless in the middle of the ring, and the prodigal son of HOW making a mockery of not only himself but of his father’s company.
Benny Newell: It’s called strategy Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: What ever.
Mike Best continues to make is long walk around the ring as Kirsta catches Stevens flush across the chin with a chick kick.
Cover.
Uno.
Dos.
Shoulder up.
Kirsta begins to stomp away on the Texas native as Mike Best makes his way over to Hoffman and Big Buff.
Mike Best: I need a drink, my mouth is a little parch from all that popcorn.
Benny Newell: Help yourself.
Benny hands Mike his bottle of Jack and Mike takes a swig.
Inside the ring Stevens holds onto the ropes and pulls them down as Kirsta comes flying through the air looking for a cross body.
Kirsta stumbles to the ground and hits Mike Best in the process.
Mike Best: Fucking bitch made me spill my drink!
Mike takes another gulp of the liquor and waits for Kirsta to stand.
Kirsta nips up to her feet and immediately goes for the Hell Bitch Kick, but Mike sidesteps it and spits the whiskey into her eyes.
As Kirsta stumbles around dazed and confused, the former world champion grabs her by the arm and sends her crashing into the ring steps.
Mike Best: Fucking cunt.
Benny Newell: If I ever have a son, I want him to grow up just like him.
As Mike is trash talking Kirsta he narrowly avoids a punch from the popcorn eating fiend.
Mike Best: That’s the thanks I get for feeding you?!?!?!?!?
Mike screams at Dean as he rolls into the ring.
Benny Newell: Yeah really, ungrateful fat ass.
Joe Hoffman: Ummmmmm…….Mike may want to turn around.
Benny Newell: Uh oh.
As Mike continues to berate Bobby Dean he backs into Scott Stevens, who isn’t in the mood to play games.
Mike slowly turns around.
Scott Stevens: Hello Mikey.
Stevens unloads rights and lefts to the body and face of Mike Best until he is up against the ropes and continues the barrage of punches. Stevens whips the son of Best into the ropes and Stevens runs after him with bad intentions in his eyes in the form of a lariat.
Benny Newell: Ha! Fuck you hillbilly.
Benny screams as if you came in his pants as Mike avoids the attack by ducking out of the ring.
Stevens yells for Mike to get back into the ring and Mike’s response is the finger.
Stevens waves him off and sees Bobby Dean as risen to his feet and goes on the attack.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think that is having any effect.
Benny Newell: No shit Hoffman. If it didn’t work for Wolverine in X-Men Origins, it’s not going to work for farmer Joe.
Bobby Dean seems to be giggling at each punch Stevens delivers to the mid section.
Stevens frustrated slaps Bobby Dean who responds with a massive choke slam.
Joe Hoffman: Leg drop!!!!!!!!
Bobby Dean tells Hortega to count because he is winded from his short run.
Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kirsta with the save.
Joe Hoffman: Kirsta stops Dean from attaining victory.
Kirsta says something to Dean who nods.
They both reach down and pick up Stevens and hit a double DDT onto Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like Kirsta and Dean want to eliminate Stevens from the match completely.
Benny Newell: Good, I think the winner should go to the winner of who has the bigger tits! Drink.
Kirsta motions for Dean to pick up Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like the fat lady is about to sing for Stevens tonight.
Benny Newell: Don’t you mean Bobby Dean?
Kirsta measures Stevens and delivers the Hell’s Bitch Kick.
Benny Newell: God dammit!
Stevens ducks out of the way and Kirsta drops Bobby Dean with the super kick, and as Kirsta turns around takes a boot to the gut.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting! The match is…..wait……no!
As Stevens hits his finisher, Mike Best slides into the ring behind Stevens.
Benny Newell: Jesus Fucking Complex Hoffhole! And fucking drink!
Mike Best nonchalantly walks over to Bobby Dean and places a single boot on him and yells for the ref to count.
Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
Hortega calls for the bell and raises Mike’s hand in victory.
Bryan McVay: And your winner of the match...MICHAEL... LEE.... BEEEEEEST!
Joe Hoffman: Utter disgrace is what that is.
Benny Newell: Is called fucking strategy Hoffman. Spell it with me…..S-T-R
As Benny continues to spell he is suddenly cut off as "13 Years of Grief" begins to play over the arena's PA system...
Once again all the attention of the wrestlers and fans turn towards the entrance ramp as the owner of High Octane Wrestling, Lee Best, finally makes his way out live to the masses.
He is flanked by Professor Keller and a whole entourage of security as the crowd continues to cheer madly for the owner of HOW.
Joe Hoffman: This is so odd to hear Lee getting cheered outside of Chicago…
Lee is smirking as he takes in the crowd’s reaction as its been many months since he has stood live in front of a camera on a HOW program.
Lee motions for the crowd to quiet down as brings a microphone out of his jacket and to his lips as inside the ring his son is staring intently at his father.
The music fades out fully as Lee begins…
Lee Best: It’s been way toooooooooo fucking long no?
The crowd erupts in cheers as Lee smiles.
Lee Best: As much as I appreciate the reaction I am obviously not out here to speak to you fucksticks……..I am here for…….you.
Lee points at his son as the crowd begins to chant “WE ARE FUCKSTICKS”.
The chants even throw Lee off as he starts laughing which just causes the fans to cheer louder.
Lee Best: Come on…I need to be in evil douchebag mode here….
The crowd cheers loudly once again before quieting down as Lee regains his focus as Mike motions for Lee to bring it on.
Lee Best: First off……Son…..I love you…always have. From your cuntpunting days, to the times you thought you were Jesus…..to the whiny little wanna be Daddy era…..to this …well whatever the fuck this is.
Mike gives Lee a good fuck you fake laugh as his father continues..
Lee Best: No I am serious…I have no idea what the fuck you are trying to pull off nowadays. What I do know is that just a few moments ago you put your cute little boot on top of my new Besty and have won the right to a title shot of any title you want….at any time…..well at least you thought that.
Mike goes to grab a microphone from a crewman to issue a retort but there is no microphone to give Mike.
Lee Best: Do not worry Son….they have strict orders not to allow you to open your fucking mouth on a microphone while Daddy is speaking…..you know…that whole respect your elders dealio?
Mike just mouths the words “Fuck Respect” and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle as he waits for Lee to continue.
Lee Best: See…that’s better. My Son sitting in the corner waiting for direction. You see Son the problem with you is that without me around you just lose your way. I am here to help you….I always have been here to help you. We all know your days in the ring are over and we all know that you are just itching to pull the trigger on your retirement and start managing that new whore you brought into HOW from your academy…..Alex is her name I think?
Lee looks at Keller who just shrugs as he has no idea either.
Lee Best: But here are the facts Son…before you retire you thought it would be a good idea to compete here in the Lottery and lo and behold you won this match…..well now I have no choice but to do my fatherly duty and do what is best for you Son.
Lee pauses as he knows he has EVERYONE hinging on every word he is saying..
Lee Best: That is why at Rumble at the Rock you versus Jatt……um Simon…..fuck it he’s Jatt to me……..that is why at Rumble at the Rock you versus Jatt will take place in the Prison Yard and…
Lee is forced to pause as the crowd erupts at the official announcement of the stipulation for the big match.
Lee Best: And that is why I must make you cash in your title opportunity…….NEXT WEEK……versus the winner of tonight’s WORLD TITLE MATCH!!!!
Once again the crowd erupts as Mike hops off the top turnbuckle and stares intently at Lee.
Lee Best: Between now and then Son……well………I can only hope that you……come……..home.
With that Lee hands the mic to Keller and turns and walks towards the back as we cut away to a commercial break as we focus in on the intense gaze of the Son.