Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 0:54:18 GMT
Cameras cut to Joe Hoffman and a Jack guzzling Benny Newell as Friday Night Chaos kicks off with the Hall of Fame announce team.
Joe Hoffman: Folks, welcome to Friday Night Chaos, as we’re all set to bring you the opening match of the evening - Reggie Rivid and Scottywood take on the newly formed team of Ryan McKenna and Scott Stevens!
Benny Newell: Ya, you gotta figure that Rivid and Scotty have the smallest of advantages here, because they’ve actually been a team for just a little longer. We’ll see if it actually fucking matters though.
Joe Hoffman: Indeed we will. It should be interesting...let’s throw it over to Bryan McVay for the ring introductions!
The camera switches up to the ring, and Bryan McVay goes straight into the introductions!
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a tag team match! Introducing first…
Scottywood’s entrance music hits throughout the Members Only arena, and the team of him and Rivid appears on the stage, both already drinking.
Bryan McVay: Coming in at a combined weight of five hundred twenty five pounds...this is the team of REGGIEEEEEEEEE RIVIDDDDDDDDD AND SCOTTYWOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!
They head into the ring, before their music stops and is replaced by Scott Stevens theme.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents...at a combined weight of four hundred sixty one pounds….they are SCOTT!!! STEEEEVENS AND RYAAAAAAANNNNNNNN MCKENNAAAA!!!!!!!!
The Texas Bagpipe Massacre make their way to the ring, and there’s a brief moment of discussion between the two teams, until we find ourselves with McKenna and Scottywood starting off the contest.
Joe Hoffman: And we are all set to get under way in the first contest of the evening, folks...we are ready to kick off a new era here on Friday Night Chaos!!
McKenna and Scottywood start the match off, and they go straight into the classic collar and elbow. Scotty gets the advantage, and quickly sends McKenna down into the canvas with a series of ferocious blows! Scotty keeps working his advantage, keeps sending McKenna to the canvas with blow after blow after blow, until he starts moving through the gears and delivers a series of slams to McKenna! The tag is made to Rivid, and Scotty’s partner in the team dubbed Rividwood keeps pushing the advantage that Scotty has provided in the early going, delivering a few strikes, before he sends McKenna overhead with a vertical suplex!
Joe Hoffman: Rividwood certainly has the advantage in the early going, both men using their clear advantage in strength over McKenna to make sure that their team is on top here!
Benny Newell: Ya...well, it’s the obvious fucking thing to do, isn’t it?
Joe Hoffman: Just because it’s obvious, doesn’t mean they’re going to be able to do it, Benny!
Benny Newell: Well, these two obviously aren’t as stupid as they look...which is pretty fucking stupid for those of you keeping score at home.
Rivid takes a moment, which is all the time McKenna needs to leap up, dive, and tag Stevens in! Stevens emerges into the ring like the proverbial house on fire, and takes Rivid down with a series of clotheslines! Rivid keeps going down and getting back up, until Stevens punctuates his series of offence with a belly to belly suplex! Rivid goes down hard, but doesn’t stay there for long, getting back up and getting into a slugging match with his fellow Texan! The two go back and forth, until Stevens has enough and delivers a Death Valley Driver! Again, though, Rivid does not stay down for long, and starts firing back with right hands of his own, putting Stevens down with a vicious headbutt, before he tags in Scotty!
Joe Hoffman: What an exchange of offence between the two Texans!
Benny Newell: Yeah, well, it’s not like they can do much else, is it? Those two Texans are as thick as fucking pig shit, when it comes down to it.
Joe Hoffman: I think that’s a little harsh, Benny…
Benny Newell: Which is exactly why I fucking said it, douchebag! DRINK!
Scotty advances on the downed Stevens, dragging him up by his hair, before he finds himself met with a series of strikes! The two exchange, before Stevens whips him into the ropes, and goes for a clothesline! Scotty ducks underneath, before he grabs Stevens’ forearm and whips him into the ropes himself! Stevens comes hurtling back towards Scottywood, who delivers a spinebuster with a bit of extra snap! Stevens goes down hard, but Scotty takes his time in pushing his offence, and when he does go to pick Stevens up, he finds himself getting driven into the canvas with a reverse STO!
Joe Hoffman: Scotty had the advantage right there, but he seems to have let it slip with what could be considered a rookie mistake!
Benny Newell: Ya, I mean, he took too fucking long, Hoffhole. He coulda kept on him and kept the advantage, but noooo, he had to take his fucking time...probably dreaming of some of that fag beer he drinks!
Joe Hoffman: Could be, Benny - whatever the reason, it cost him the advantage!
Despite that, Scotty’s still first to his feet between the two, and after a ragged exchange of blows, he punctuates it with a DDT! Stevens pops up off the canvas after having his head driven into it, and Scotty, slowly but surely, tags his partner in! Rivid works Stevens over with a series of stomps while he’s still on the canvas, before he delivers a series of basic wrestling moves, culminating in a release German suplex! Rivid looks mighty pleased with himself, as he takes the beer proffered by Scotty, unaware that this is giving Stevens all the time in the world that he needs to reach up and tag in Ryan McKenna!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think Rivid realises that a tag has been made!
Indeed, he hasn’t, because he turns around, expecting to find Stevens still on the canvas, but instead finds himself met by Ryan McKenna, who’s flying through the air! McKenna delivers a springboard hurricanrana, having leapt off the top rope, and the craft beer that Scotty handed Rivid goes flying! Scotty looks furious that beer has been sent everywhere and advances into the ring, but finds himself met by Scott Stevens who has hurled himself at the Hall of Famer like an Exocet missile! Both Scotts find themselves outside the ring, as McKenna waits for Rivid to get up...he does, and the Texan throws a few loose right hands, the Scot easily dodging before he ducks underneath one and delivers the Cortex Vortex! The two Scotts are brawling on the outside, seemingly unaware of what’s going on inside as Boettcher drops to count…
One…..
Two……
Three!!!!
Bryan McVay: And your winners, in 10 minutes, 11 seconds...the team of SCOTT STEVENS AND RYAN MCKENNA!!!!
Upon hearing the announcement, Stevens slides into the ring to celebrate with his partner, as Scotty looks more than a little pissed off on the outside!
Joe Hoffman: Well, good teamwork by McKenna and Stevens there...that got them the win!
Benny Newell: Yeah, it did - that and the fact that Scotty and Rivid seemed to think it was a good idea to drink during the match! Dumb fuckers.
Joe Hoffman: I bet you’d drink during a match, if you were wrestling…
Benny Newell: Fucking DUH, Hoffman. But I’m obviously a whole lot fucking smarter than them, I would have picked my moment better.
Joe Hoffman: Of course you would have. Alright folks, I’m getting word we need to go backstage for our next segment...don’t go anywhere because we still have some great matches to bring you on this evening of tag team wrestling!
Joe Hoffman: Folks, welcome to Friday Night Chaos, as we’re all set to bring you the opening match of the evening - Reggie Rivid and Scottywood take on the newly formed team of Ryan McKenna and Scott Stevens!
Benny Newell: Ya, you gotta figure that Rivid and Scotty have the smallest of advantages here, because they’ve actually been a team for just a little longer. We’ll see if it actually fucking matters though.
Joe Hoffman: Indeed we will. It should be interesting...let’s throw it over to Bryan McVay for the ring introductions!
The camera switches up to the ring, and Bryan McVay goes straight into the introductions!
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a tag team match! Introducing first…
Scottywood’s entrance music hits throughout the Members Only arena, and the team of him and Rivid appears on the stage, both already drinking.
Bryan McVay: Coming in at a combined weight of five hundred twenty five pounds...this is the team of REGGIEEEEEEEEE RIVIDDDDDDDDD AND SCOTTYWOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!
They head into the ring, before their music stops and is replaced by Scott Stevens theme.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents...at a combined weight of four hundred sixty one pounds….they are SCOTT!!! STEEEEVENS AND RYAAAAAAANNNNNNNN MCKENNAAAA!!!!!!!!
The Texas Bagpipe Massacre make their way to the ring, and there’s a brief moment of discussion between the two teams, until we find ourselves with McKenna and Scottywood starting off the contest.
Joe Hoffman: And we are all set to get under way in the first contest of the evening, folks...we are ready to kick off a new era here on Friday Night Chaos!!
McKenna and Scottywood start the match off, and they go straight into the classic collar and elbow. Scotty gets the advantage, and quickly sends McKenna down into the canvas with a series of ferocious blows! Scotty keeps working his advantage, keeps sending McKenna to the canvas with blow after blow after blow, until he starts moving through the gears and delivers a series of slams to McKenna! The tag is made to Rivid, and Scotty’s partner in the team dubbed Rividwood keeps pushing the advantage that Scotty has provided in the early going, delivering a few strikes, before he sends McKenna overhead with a vertical suplex!
Joe Hoffman: Rividwood certainly has the advantage in the early going, both men using their clear advantage in strength over McKenna to make sure that their team is on top here!
Benny Newell: Ya...well, it’s the obvious fucking thing to do, isn’t it?
Joe Hoffman: Just because it’s obvious, doesn’t mean they’re going to be able to do it, Benny!
Benny Newell: Well, these two obviously aren’t as stupid as they look...which is pretty fucking stupid for those of you keeping score at home.
Rivid takes a moment, which is all the time McKenna needs to leap up, dive, and tag Stevens in! Stevens emerges into the ring like the proverbial house on fire, and takes Rivid down with a series of clotheslines! Rivid keeps going down and getting back up, until Stevens punctuates his series of offence with a belly to belly suplex! Rivid goes down hard, but doesn’t stay there for long, getting back up and getting into a slugging match with his fellow Texan! The two go back and forth, until Stevens has enough and delivers a Death Valley Driver! Again, though, Rivid does not stay down for long, and starts firing back with right hands of his own, putting Stevens down with a vicious headbutt, before he tags in Scotty!
Joe Hoffman: What an exchange of offence between the two Texans!
Benny Newell: Yeah, well, it’s not like they can do much else, is it? Those two Texans are as thick as fucking pig shit, when it comes down to it.
Joe Hoffman: I think that’s a little harsh, Benny…
Benny Newell: Which is exactly why I fucking said it, douchebag! DRINK!
Scotty advances on the downed Stevens, dragging him up by his hair, before he finds himself met with a series of strikes! The two exchange, before Stevens whips him into the ropes, and goes for a clothesline! Scotty ducks underneath, before he grabs Stevens’ forearm and whips him into the ropes himself! Stevens comes hurtling back towards Scottywood, who delivers a spinebuster with a bit of extra snap! Stevens goes down hard, but Scotty takes his time in pushing his offence, and when he does go to pick Stevens up, he finds himself getting driven into the canvas with a reverse STO!
Joe Hoffman: Scotty had the advantage right there, but he seems to have let it slip with what could be considered a rookie mistake!
Benny Newell: Ya, I mean, he took too fucking long, Hoffhole. He coulda kept on him and kept the advantage, but noooo, he had to take his fucking time...probably dreaming of some of that fag beer he drinks!
Joe Hoffman: Could be, Benny - whatever the reason, it cost him the advantage!
Despite that, Scotty’s still first to his feet between the two, and after a ragged exchange of blows, he punctuates it with a DDT! Stevens pops up off the canvas after having his head driven into it, and Scotty, slowly but surely, tags his partner in! Rivid works Stevens over with a series of stomps while he’s still on the canvas, before he delivers a series of basic wrestling moves, culminating in a release German suplex! Rivid looks mighty pleased with himself, as he takes the beer proffered by Scotty, unaware that this is giving Stevens all the time in the world that he needs to reach up and tag in Ryan McKenna!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think Rivid realises that a tag has been made!
Indeed, he hasn’t, because he turns around, expecting to find Stevens still on the canvas, but instead finds himself met by Ryan McKenna, who’s flying through the air! McKenna delivers a springboard hurricanrana, having leapt off the top rope, and the craft beer that Scotty handed Rivid goes flying! Scotty looks furious that beer has been sent everywhere and advances into the ring, but finds himself met by Scott Stevens who has hurled himself at the Hall of Famer like an Exocet missile! Both Scotts find themselves outside the ring, as McKenna waits for Rivid to get up...he does, and the Texan throws a few loose right hands, the Scot easily dodging before he ducks underneath one and delivers the Cortex Vortex! The two Scotts are brawling on the outside, seemingly unaware of what’s going on inside as Boettcher drops to count…
One…..
Two……
Three!!!!
Bryan McVay: And your winners, in 10 minutes, 11 seconds...the team of SCOTT STEVENS AND RYAN MCKENNA!!!!
Upon hearing the announcement, Stevens slides into the ring to celebrate with his partner, as Scotty looks more than a little pissed off on the outside!
Joe Hoffman: Well, good teamwork by McKenna and Stevens there...that got them the win!
Benny Newell: Yeah, it did - that and the fact that Scotty and Rivid seemed to think it was a good idea to drink during the match! Dumb fuckers.
Joe Hoffman: I bet you’d drink during a match, if you were wrestling…
Benny Newell: Fucking DUH, Hoffman. But I’m obviously a whole lot fucking smarter than them, I would have picked my moment better.
Joe Hoffman: Of course you would have. Alright folks, I’m getting word we need to go backstage for our next segment...don’t go anywhere because we still have some great matches to bring you on this evening of tag team wrestling!