Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 0:51:42 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Ground Zero versus Ground Zero. That’s what we have right here, folks, as the tag team tournament rolls on!
Benny Newell: Ya...once upon a time, I’d be all for these fuckers imploding right here and now, but, Hoffman...this isn’t the same Ground Zero it once was.
Joe Hoffman: You got that right, Benny. Rhys Townsend - well, we can’t expect him to be the same Rhys Townsend he was when he first lead Ground Zero. Throw in Trent, Stevens and McKenna - and the stable automatically has a different makeup, a different constitution to what we have seen from them in the past. It’s not about a strict following of the rules, like it was under Evan Ward, and it’s not about fair play, it’s not about doing the right thing like it was under Silent Witness. No, it’s about a love of professional wrestling, about bringing the focus back onto the wrestlers now.
Benny Newell: And having a fucking great fight, if you listen to Trent.
Joe Hoffman: Obviously. I don’t think you can expect much else from Trent. And then you have to factor in the youth of Ryan McKenna, and the potential contained in both him and Stevens...you have to think that this incarnation of Ground Zero has a real future.
Benny Newell: Ya. Though if they go back to preaching about rules and shit, then I want to see them self destruct! DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think anyone would expect anything different from you, Benny. No…
Hoffman’s cut off by the sound of Cro-Mag’s Age of Quarrel, and it’s distinctive militaristic drum beat. Bryan McVay is sprung into action perhaps a little earlier than he was expecting, but he starts to announce, regardless.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is part of the Tag Team tournament, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
McVay’s confoundment continues, because he isn’t presented with one half of Ground Zero entering. Oh no. All four members of Ground Zero seem to have decided to show unity, and are entering the arena together! They take a moment, standing atop the stage, staring out at the crowd, before they start to head down to the ring.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first….representing Ground Zero, weighing in at four hundred sixty one pounds, they are the team of Scott Stevens and Ryan McKenna!!!
And the aforementioned two members of Ground Zero acknowledge the introduction by Bryan McVay, as the stable hops up into the ring, he starts to announce the other half.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy seven pounds, representing Ground Zero...Trent and Rhys Townsend!!!
Townsend, Stevens and McKenna get up in the ring, and have a very brief discussion, before McKenna leaves Stevens and Townsend in there...Trent, meanwhile, is maneuvering his midget into position in his corner, as referee Hortega calls for the bell!
Joe Hoffman: And we are under way, folks!
Benny Newell: No fucking shit, Hoffman. The bell has rang, everyone but Trent and mini-Trent are ready to go...y’know...this is generally when a fucking match starts. Douchebag.
Townsend and McKenna lock up, and the power of the veteran is far too much for the rookie to overcome, and he finds himself flung across the ring as Townsend pushes him away! There’s a smile from the 5 time World Champion, as McKenna flies at him, and the two start exchanging blows! McKenna’s speed gives him an edge, and he starts to fly through the air, whipping Townsend down with a hurricanrana, then a cross body...then he goes for another hurricanrana and gets brutally powerbombed into the canvas!
Joe Hoffman: That HAD to hurt!
Benny Newell: It’s why flipping around is never a good idea, Hoffman. There’s always someone bigger, someone meaner who’s gonna fuck your day up!
Joe Hoffman: Well, Evan Ward won a World Championship with that style…
Benny Newell: Exception, not the rule. Dickhead.
McKenna starts crawling towards Stevens, looking for a tag, but Townsend grabs his boot and stops him! He quickly picks him up, and starts unloading a series of suplexes on McKenna, punctuating the series with an exploder suplex! McKenna looks out of it, and Townsend drops into the first cover of the contest…
Uno….
Dos……
No!!!!
McKenna kicks out!
Joe Hoffman: McKenna really needs to get over and make that tag….
McKenna finds his boot held by Townsend once again, but he mule kicks his leader in the jaw, before he leaps across and tags Stevens in! The Texan explodes into the ring, laying Townsend out with fist after fist, before he picks up the smaller man and drops him on his head with a death valley driver!! Townsend starts to get back up, but Stevens keeps roughhousing him with right hands, before he nails him with a sitout Tombstone Piledriver! Townsend looks out cold, but Stevens - he doesn’t cover, instead telling the biggest man in the match - Trent - to bring it! Townsend slowly comes around, crawls over to the corner and tags in Trent, as the crowd in the Rosemont Horizon marks out for the biggest man in HOW!
Joe Hoffman: Here we go, folks...Trent’s about to be unleashed!
Benny Newell: He’s gonna drop some motherfucker on his head right here, Hoffman!
Joe Hoffman: That is a distinct possibility, Benny…
Stevens finds himself up against Trent...and he sizes up the much larger Englishman for a minute before he starts brawling with him! This...this doesn’t go well for Stevens, as he quickly finds himself overmatched! It’s probably the headbutt that breaks his nose that lets him know this, though the Uranage suplex that quickly follows it? Probably another good indicator! The Texan looks down and out, and Trent, figuring that he wants to keep fighting, picks Stevens up and hurls him into his corner! McKenna tags himself in, and cautiously steps into the ring!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think….I think Stevens might have underestimated Trent a little bit there!
Benny Newell: Ya, no fucking shit, Hoffman. He figured he could brawl with him, but no...mistake. DRINK!
McKenna springboards off the ropes, looking for some sort of a DDT, but Trent? Trent merely catches him. There’s a moment of fear on the Scotsman’s face, before Trent spinebusters him into the canvas! McKenna doesn’t get another chance to brawl with the big man, because Trent picks him up into the torture rack position, before he drives him into the canvas, head first!
Joe Hoffman: TOKE DRIVER!!!!!!!
Trent moves into a perfunctory cover, as Hortega drops. Stevens stirs, but Townsend drags him off the apron from behind, and the two of them start throwing right hands as Hortega counts…
Uno….
Dos……
Tres!!!!
Bryan McVay: And your winner, in 8 minutes, 22 seconds...the team of TRENTTTTTT!!!! and RHYSSSSSSSSS TOWNNNNSENDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!
There isn’t any real celebration from the two, they merely acknowledge the victory as the brawl stops, all three of them helping McKenna up to his feet, as we move back to our Hall of Fame commentators at ringside.
Joe Hoffman: A well fought contest from Ground Zero right there, folks. Trent and Rhys Townsend...well, so far in this tag team tournament, they look as close to untouchable as you can get!
Benny Newell: Only because there isn’t a Best Alliance team in the tournament, Hoffman. If there was a Best Alliance team…
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think it would make much difference, Benny. I honestly don’t. Anyway, folks, we have absolutely no time to hang around, because we have our main event, the Battle for Ownership between Mike Best and Stanley Keller...but first, I’m getting word we’ve got to go backstage! Don’t go anywhere!
Benny Newell: Ya...once upon a time, I’d be all for these fuckers imploding right here and now, but, Hoffman...this isn’t the same Ground Zero it once was.
Joe Hoffman: You got that right, Benny. Rhys Townsend - well, we can’t expect him to be the same Rhys Townsend he was when he first lead Ground Zero. Throw in Trent, Stevens and McKenna - and the stable automatically has a different makeup, a different constitution to what we have seen from them in the past. It’s not about a strict following of the rules, like it was under Evan Ward, and it’s not about fair play, it’s not about doing the right thing like it was under Silent Witness. No, it’s about a love of professional wrestling, about bringing the focus back onto the wrestlers now.
Benny Newell: And having a fucking great fight, if you listen to Trent.
Joe Hoffman: Obviously. I don’t think you can expect much else from Trent. And then you have to factor in the youth of Ryan McKenna, and the potential contained in both him and Stevens...you have to think that this incarnation of Ground Zero has a real future.
Benny Newell: Ya. Though if they go back to preaching about rules and shit, then I want to see them self destruct! DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think anyone would expect anything different from you, Benny. No…
Hoffman’s cut off by the sound of Cro-Mag’s Age of Quarrel, and it’s distinctive militaristic drum beat. Bryan McVay is sprung into action perhaps a little earlier than he was expecting, but he starts to announce, regardless.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is part of the Tag Team tournament, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
McVay’s confoundment continues, because he isn’t presented with one half of Ground Zero entering. Oh no. All four members of Ground Zero seem to have decided to show unity, and are entering the arena together! They take a moment, standing atop the stage, staring out at the crowd, before they start to head down to the ring.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first….representing Ground Zero, weighing in at four hundred sixty one pounds, they are the team of Scott Stevens and Ryan McKenna!!!
And the aforementioned two members of Ground Zero acknowledge the introduction by Bryan McVay, as the stable hops up into the ring, he starts to announce the other half.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy seven pounds, representing Ground Zero...Trent and Rhys Townsend!!!
Townsend, Stevens and McKenna get up in the ring, and have a very brief discussion, before McKenna leaves Stevens and Townsend in there...Trent, meanwhile, is maneuvering his midget into position in his corner, as referee Hortega calls for the bell!
Joe Hoffman: And we are under way, folks!
Benny Newell: No fucking shit, Hoffman. The bell has rang, everyone but Trent and mini-Trent are ready to go...y’know...this is generally when a fucking match starts. Douchebag.
Townsend and McKenna lock up, and the power of the veteran is far too much for the rookie to overcome, and he finds himself flung across the ring as Townsend pushes him away! There’s a smile from the 5 time World Champion, as McKenna flies at him, and the two start exchanging blows! McKenna’s speed gives him an edge, and he starts to fly through the air, whipping Townsend down with a hurricanrana, then a cross body...then he goes for another hurricanrana and gets brutally powerbombed into the canvas!
Joe Hoffman: That HAD to hurt!
Benny Newell: It’s why flipping around is never a good idea, Hoffman. There’s always someone bigger, someone meaner who’s gonna fuck your day up!
Joe Hoffman: Well, Evan Ward won a World Championship with that style…
Benny Newell: Exception, not the rule. Dickhead.
McKenna starts crawling towards Stevens, looking for a tag, but Townsend grabs his boot and stops him! He quickly picks him up, and starts unloading a series of suplexes on McKenna, punctuating the series with an exploder suplex! McKenna looks out of it, and Townsend drops into the first cover of the contest…
Uno….
Dos……
No!!!!
McKenna kicks out!
Joe Hoffman: McKenna really needs to get over and make that tag….
McKenna finds his boot held by Townsend once again, but he mule kicks his leader in the jaw, before he leaps across and tags Stevens in! The Texan explodes into the ring, laying Townsend out with fist after fist, before he picks up the smaller man and drops him on his head with a death valley driver!! Townsend starts to get back up, but Stevens keeps roughhousing him with right hands, before he nails him with a sitout Tombstone Piledriver! Townsend looks out cold, but Stevens - he doesn’t cover, instead telling the biggest man in the match - Trent - to bring it! Townsend slowly comes around, crawls over to the corner and tags in Trent, as the crowd in the Rosemont Horizon marks out for the biggest man in HOW!
Joe Hoffman: Here we go, folks...Trent’s about to be unleashed!
Benny Newell: He’s gonna drop some motherfucker on his head right here, Hoffman!
Joe Hoffman: That is a distinct possibility, Benny…
Stevens finds himself up against Trent...and he sizes up the much larger Englishman for a minute before he starts brawling with him! This...this doesn’t go well for Stevens, as he quickly finds himself overmatched! It’s probably the headbutt that breaks his nose that lets him know this, though the Uranage suplex that quickly follows it? Probably another good indicator! The Texan looks down and out, and Trent, figuring that he wants to keep fighting, picks Stevens up and hurls him into his corner! McKenna tags himself in, and cautiously steps into the ring!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think….I think Stevens might have underestimated Trent a little bit there!
Benny Newell: Ya, no fucking shit, Hoffman. He figured he could brawl with him, but no...mistake. DRINK!
McKenna springboards off the ropes, looking for some sort of a DDT, but Trent? Trent merely catches him. There’s a moment of fear on the Scotsman’s face, before Trent spinebusters him into the canvas! McKenna doesn’t get another chance to brawl with the big man, because Trent picks him up into the torture rack position, before he drives him into the canvas, head first!
Joe Hoffman: TOKE DRIVER!!!!!!!
Trent moves into a perfunctory cover, as Hortega drops. Stevens stirs, but Townsend drags him off the apron from behind, and the two of them start throwing right hands as Hortega counts…
Uno….
Dos……
Tres!!!!
Bryan McVay: And your winner, in 8 minutes, 22 seconds...the team of TRENTTTTTT!!!! and RHYSSSSSSSSS TOWNNNNSENDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!
There isn’t any real celebration from the two, they merely acknowledge the victory as the brawl stops, all three of them helping McKenna up to his feet, as we move back to our Hall of Fame commentators at ringside.
Joe Hoffman: A well fought contest from Ground Zero right there, folks. Trent and Rhys Townsend...well, so far in this tag team tournament, they look as close to untouchable as you can get!
Benny Newell: Only because there isn’t a Best Alliance team in the tournament, Hoffman. If there was a Best Alliance team…
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think it would make much difference, Benny. I honestly don’t. Anyway, folks, we have absolutely no time to hang around, because we have our main event, the Battle for Ownership between Mike Best and Stanley Keller...but first, I’m getting word we’ve got to go backstage! Don’t go anywhere!