Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 5:10:15 GMT
Benny Newell: Yeah, and Stevens had better hope that Tara ain’t on the fuckin’ rag this week, or we’re gonna get a live action replay of the LAST pay-per-view, too! HA!
Joe Hoffman: ...I just threw up in my mouth a little bit, Benny.
Benny Newell: Now you know how I feel watching Scott Stevens fucking wrestling 100% of the time.
Joe Hoffman: Well Scott Stevens certainly made an impact last week when he spoke from the heart, seemingly for the first time in his HOW career. The question is, can he and Max Kael make that same impact this week against Ascended Supremacy?
“(S)aint” by Marilyn Manson begins to blast over the speakers of The Jesus Complex, as Jace Parker Davidson makes his way out from behind the curtain, shortly followed by wife and tag team partner Tara Michaels Davidson. The two members of Ascended Supremacy make their way down the ramp to a surprisingly mixed reaction from the New Jersey crowd. Even Jace seems to be surprised by the reception, but he shakes it off quickly as he and Tara climb into the ring, taking their corner and discussing their strategy before the match begins.
As their music fades out, “Prelude 21 24” by AFI takes it’s turn on the PA system, bringing down yet another big mixed reaction for the unexpected tag team of Max Kael and Scott Stevens. The LSD Champion wears the belt haphazardly over his waist, staring down at the ring with a strange mix of expressions on his face ranging from amusement to pure hatred. Stevens looks annoyed at having to enter to Max’s music, but the two make their way out to the ring nonetheless.
Joe Hoffman: Certainly a strange pairing between Max Kael and Scott Stevens tonight, Benny.
Benny Newell: Well, Joe Hoffman, here’s hoping Max gets sick of Stevens’ shit and goes Saurez on that tampon slurping motherfucker! Why’s he even in this match? He already lost to Tara… twice! DOUBLE SHOT!
Joe Hoffman: Why did you do that?
Benny Newell: Do what, Joe Hoffman?
Joe Hoffman: You keep saying my name. There, you did it again!
Benny Newell: Sorry, Joe Hoffman. I’m just a really big fan of Ascended Supremacy.
As Max and Stevens climb into the ring, it’s decided that Stevens and Jace will start this one off. Referee Matt Boettcher takes the HOW LSD Championship from Max, depositing it at ringside before sliding back into the ring and calling for the opening bell.
DING DING DING
Stevens is ready with a fire inside, charging for Jace Parker Davidson off the bat. He rams the LSD contender into the corner, barraging him with forearms and really going to town on Davidson. The crowd is hot right off the bat, still behind Stevens after his hard-hitting promo last week on Mayhem.
Jace covers up, turning his shoulder to the Scorpion as Tara offers to make the tag. But Jace throws his hip into Stevens, backing him off and giving him some room to move. Jace shoots out of the corner, throwing hands back at Stevens as the two begin to brawl toward the center of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: A heated start by Scott Stevens, who is really looking to make a mark tonight. A victory over Jace and Tara would go a long way toward sending his message to the man in charge.
Benny Newell: WELL LET ME TELL YOU ‘BOUT THE LONESOME LOOOOOOSER….
Stevens catches Jace with a boot to the stomach, Irish whipping him into the ropes. Jace rebounds back but he’s in control, throwing a flying leg lariat at Stevens! His opponent ducks, sending Jace rolling across the mat, and Stevens charges for his back, tackling him to the canvas!
The crowd is getting hotter as Stevens lays punches into the back of Jace’s head, going all out as Jace tries to grab the ropes. Referee Matt Boettcher orders Stevens to get off of Jace, and finally the Scorpion relents his attack.
Jace rolls toward his corner, tagging in Tara Michaels Davidson, and now the arena explodes in anticipation of a War Games flashback.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens showing no mercy tonight! This crowd is on it’s feet!
Benny Newell: It’s tampon time now, though. DRINK!
Tara climbs into the ring, but Stevens is on her before she’s finished ducking under the ropes. He barrels onto her back with a series of axe handle smashes, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her into the ring the rest of the way. Tara tumbles onto the canvas, rolling back to her feet, but Stevens charges her with a clothesline intended to take her head off her shoulders!
But Tara ducks!
Stevens is thrown forward from the momentum, and Tara wastes no time in following up. She grabs his arm, throwing him over with an arm drag, and as soon as he climbs back to his feet she does it again! Stevens quickly scampers back to his feet, but this time eats a dropkick right in the teeth! Tara backs into the ropes, getting a running start as Stevens gets once again to his feet, and she dives at him with a running cross body!
But Stevens catches her and steadies his balance!
Gritting his teeth, Stevens throws Tara Michaels Davidson backward with a fallaway slam, rocking the ring as the crowd explodes into cheers. Stevens drops down and makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
There’s a collective disappointment as Tara gets the shoulder up, and Stevens stands up looking a little winded and disappointed. He hasn’t stopped moving since the match began.
He grabs Tara by the hair, picking her up and tossing her into his corner where he reluctantly tags Max Kael into the match.
Joe Hoffman: The LSD Champion entering the match now, and that can’t spell good news for the wife of his ReFueled opponent…
Benny Newell: Murder is murder. Someone die already so I can fucking cum!
Max slides through the ropes like a murderous snake, grabbing Tara by the hair and pulling her back out of the turnbuckle. The mood is ominous in the arena as he forces her head downward, raising his arm up high and bringing down a Hellbow to the back of her skull. And then another. And another! Tara falls to a knee, struggling to pull free from his grasp, but Max tucks her head under his arm and lets loose with a swinging neckbreaker, laying Tara out in the middle of the ring before dropping to make a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Joe Hoffman: What tenacity! Tara refuses to stay down!
Benny Newell: Doesn’t anyone know how to train a fucking woman these days? Christ… DRINK!
Max keeps her in control, pulling her up by her hair once again. But as he gets her to her feet, Tara throws her weight into a low angled dropkick, staggering Max and putting him on wobbling legs, before jumping up and throwing him to the mat with a big time hurricanrana out of nowhere!
Max rolls into the ropes, slamming into them as Tara quickly dives for the corner and brings in Jace Parker Davidson! Now the crowd is on fire, anticipating their preview of the ReFueled LSD Championship match right here and now!
Joe Hoffman: Here we go….
Benny Newell: YES! RED RUM! RED RUM!
Jace climbs immediately onto the turnbuckle from the apron, as Max begins to climb to his feet. He lumbers forward toward Jace, but he’s not fast enough, and the man who will challenge him at ReFueled leaps from the top in a swan dive, catching Max and driving him into the mat with an exhilarating DDT!
Max’s face hits the canvas, and he looks to be out cold as the cover is made!
ONE!
TWO!
BROKEN UP BY STEVENS!
Scott Stevens wails Jace with a flying forearm, diving onto him and throwing hands. Matt Boettcher pulls him off of Jace, ordering him back into the corner, but Stevens blows past him and heads for Tara! The two are jawing off, talking shit to one another, but Tara Michaels Davidson nails him between the ropes with a low blow!
Stevens is staggered, holding his balls and letting out an aggressive shout. Tara grabs him into a clinch, trying to hold him there as Max Kael gets to his feet, slowly.
Max tries to intervene and save his partner, but the whole thing is a clusterfuck in the corner. Boettcher can’t control it, and is about to signal for the bell…
When Jace rolls up Max from behind!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Tara lets go of Stevens, laughing in his face as she drops to the concrete below. Jace is quick to hightail it out and meet his wife, as the Scorpion can’t believe what’s just happened!
Bryan McVay: Here are your winners, in 7:38…. Tara Michaels and Jace Parker Davidson…. ASCENDED…. SUUUUPREMACYYYYY!
The husband and wife pair are laughing all the way up the ramp as Stevens stands in the ring with his hands on his hips. He turns toward Max, shaking his head in disgust, as he begins helping Max to his feet.
But Max doesn’t seem to be in the mood for any “help”. He violently shoves Stevens away, and that seems to be about all the Scorpion can take. He rears back with a wild boot, kicking Kael in the side of the head as he falls back from his knees to the canvas. Stevens throws a couple more boots to the side of the champion’s head, before dropping to his back and rolling out of the ring.
Stevens slides a steel chair under the ropes, getting the fans buzzing, but he also grabs a microphone… and Max Kael’s LSD Championship.
Instead of hitting Max with the chair, Stevens sets it up next to the fallen champion. He throws the LSD Championship over his shoulder, making sure that the microphone is turned on.
Scott Stevens: This is what a champion does in HOW?
Stevens shakes his head in disgust, staring down at Max who continues to lie on the canvas, holding his head.
Scott Stevens: Seven fuckin’ minutes and Max Kael gets beat by a fuckin’ roll up? And now everyone in the back and on Twitter are gonna talk shit about how Scott Stevens lost again, huh? Scott Stevens can’t win a fuckin’ match to save his life. Well I gotta ask, what the hell was I even doing in this match? Why am I fuckin’ tag team filler for Max Kael and Jace Parker Davidson, when I should be the one getting the shot against Max? Why is Kirsta Lewis walking back into a title shot, and I’m sitting here wondering if I’m even gonna have to show up for the fuckin’ pay-per-view?
He shakes his head, leaning his elbows on his knees and staring down at Max.
Scott Stevens: Michael Best, I know you’re watching from the back and I know you didn’t book ReFueled. I know you didn’t make those bullshit title matches. But I also know that you’re no different than your old fuckin’ man, and you think Scott Stevens is some piece of shit nobody from Legacy Pro Wrestling who will never make it in HOW. And since you’re the guy now, and you’re the fucker I’ve gotta prove myself too… since you’re the guy who needs to understand what I’m capable of… I’m here to call you the fuck out. You and me, ReFueled. Get out here and make it happen!
The fans in the arena roar their approval, as a smug smile comes over the face of Scott Stevens. But the music of Michael Lee Best doesn’t play, and after a moment the fans begin to boo at the cowardice of the new HOW owner.
Scott Stevens: This dumb motherfucker at my feet? Mr. Bad Guy LSD Champion? He’s at my mercy, Mike, and like it or not he’s your brother. So either you get out here, or I swear to God I’ll show you what an LSD Champion is SUPPOSED to do to his opponents! His blood’ll be on your hands, motherfucker!
An even bigger cheer this time, but still no Mike Best.
Stevens shrugs his shoulders, standing up and staring down at Max Kael as he lies on the canvas, still motionless. But before Stevens can continue his assault, “You’re The Best Around” by Joe Esposito begins to play over the speakers in the Jesus Complex. Michael Lee Best emerges with a microphone, but he doesn’t look upset over what’s going on in the ring.
He’s smiling.
Mike Best: Settle down, dickhead.
The boo of the crowd is earth shattering, as Mike utters the veritable catchphrase of his father-- you know, the man he usurped to get here and change things. Stevens doesn’t look amused either, but he turns his attention to the man on the entrance way as he walks toward the ropes and leans against them.
Mike Best: You want a match at ReFueled? That’s fine, Stevens…
Now the crowd cheers, an astounding ovation that brings a huge smile to Stevens’ face. He nods at the owner of HOW, but it only lasts for a moment.
Mike Best: …but it sure as fuck won’t be against me.
There go the boos. The ones you expected.
Mike Best: You keep crying, Stevens. Crying and crying and dear God fucking crying. What were you doing while I was winning War Games this year? You were losing to Tara fucking Davidson in a tampon on a pole match and sucking down her ovarian juices like Dracula at a ninety seven red fucking tea party.
Stevens scowls out at his boss, having already heard more than enough jokes about his altercations with Tara to last him a lifetime. Behind him, something is moving…
Mike Best: So Stevens, if you want a match at ReFueled? Then live on PPV, we will witness a REMATCH between Scott Stevens and Tara Michaels-Davidson. And if you can beat her, Scott? If you can get that bleeding fucking monkey off your back? Then we’ll talk about a match between you and I. Then we’ll talk about what a deserving man you are. And until then, you can shut your fucking mouth and suffer the world making fucking tampon jokes.
Stevens takes a deep breath, slowly nodding his head. He knows that he doesn’t have much of a choice if he wants to get to the man in charge.
Mike Best: And one other thing, Stevens… if you’re going to attack Max Kael to get my attention? I want you to remember something. That man’s initials are engraved on my fucking chest, and I didn’t put them there. I don’t need to come out here and save Max Kael from a couple of boots to the head. If you want to see what an LSD Champion is capable of… I’d just turn around.
It is then that we realize what was moving behind Scott Stevens… it’s Max Kael.
Stevens is blindsided by the LSD Champion, laid out with the steel chair that he’d been sitting on just a few moments ago. Stevens hits the mat like a ton of bricks, as Max tees off on him with the chair, laughing like a maniac with every blow. The crowd is booing right along, as Max swings the chair until he’s tired of it. Max grabs his championship from the canvas, throwing it over his shoulder as he bails out of the ring, making his way back up the ramp as the camera zooms in on a knocked out Scott Stevens.
The camera cuts backstage.
Joe Hoffman: ...I just threw up in my mouth a little bit, Benny.
Benny Newell: Now you know how I feel watching Scott Stevens fucking wrestling 100% of the time.
Joe Hoffman: Well Scott Stevens certainly made an impact last week when he spoke from the heart, seemingly for the first time in his HOW career. The question is, can he and Max Kael make that same impact this week against Ascended Supremacy?
“(S)aint” by Marilyn Manson begins to blast over the speakers of The Jesus Complex, as Jace Parker Davidson makes his way out from behind the curtain, shortly followed by wife and tag team partner Tara Michaels Davidson. The two members of Ascended Supremacy make their way down the ramp to a surprisingly mixed reaction from the New Jersey crowd. Even Jace seems to be surprised by the reception, but he shakes it off quickly as he and Tara climb into the ring, taking their corner and discussing their strategy before the match begins.
As their music fades out, “Prelude 21 24” by AFI takes it’s turn on the PA system, bringing down yet another big mixed reaction for the unexpected tag team of Max Kael and Scott Stevens. The LSD Champion wears the belt haphazardly over his waist, staring down at the ring with a strange mix of expressions on his face ranging from amusement to pure hatred. Stevens looks annoyed at having to enter to Max’s music, but the two make their way out to the ring nonetheless.
Joe Hoffman: Certainly a strange pairing between Max Kael and Scott Stevens tonight, Benny.
Benny Newell: Well, Joe Hoffman, here’s hoping Max gets sick of Stevens’ shit and goes Saurez on that tampon slurping motherfucker! Why’s he even in this match? He already lost to Tara… twice! DOUBLE SHOT!
Joe Hoffman: Why did you do that?
Benny Newell: Do what, Joe Hoffman?
Joe Hoffman: You keep saying my name. There, you did it again!
Benny Newell: Sorry, Joe Hoffman. I’m just a really big fan of Ascended Supremacy.
As Max and Stevens climb into the ring, it’s decided that Stevens and Jace will start this one off. Referee Matt Boettcher takes the HOW LSD Championship from Max, depositing it at ringside before sliding back into the ring and calling for the opening bell.
DING DING DING
Stevens is ready with a fire inside, charging for Jace Parker Davidson off the bat. He rams the LSD contender into the corner, barraging him with forearms and really going to town on Davidson. The crowd is hot right off the bat, still behind Stevens after his hard-hitting promo last week on Mayhem.
Jace covers up, turning his shoulder to the Scorpion as Tara offers to make the tag. But Jace throws his hip into Stevens, backing him off and giving him some room to move. Jace shoots out of the corner, throwing hands back at Stevens as the two begin to brawl toward the center of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: A heated start by Scott Stevens, who is really looking to make a mark tonight. A victory over Jace and Tara would go a long way toward sending his message to the man in charge.
Benny Newell: WELL LET ME TELL YOU ‘BOUT THE LONESOME LOOOOOOSER….
Stevens catches Jace with a boot to the stomach, Irish whipping him into the ropes. Jace rebounds back but he’s in control, throwing a flying leg lariat at Stevens! His opponent ducks, sending Jace rolling across the mat, and Stevens charges for his back, tackling him to the canvas!
The crowd is getting hotter as Stevens lays punches into the back of Jace’s head, going all out as Jace tries to grab the ropes. Referee Matt Boettcher orders Stevens to get off of Jace, and finally the Scorpion relents his attack.
Jace rolls toward his corner, tagging in Tara Michaels Davidson, and now the arena explodes in anticipation of a War Games flashback.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens showing no mercy tonight! This crowd is on it’s feet!
Benny Newell: It’s tampon time now, though. DRINK!
Tara climbs into the ring, but Stevens is on her before she’s finished ducking under the ropes. He barrels onto her back with a series of axe handle smashes, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her into the ring the rest of the way. Tara tumbles onto the canvas, rolling back to her feet, but Stevens charges her with a clothesline intended to take her head off her shoulders!
But Tara ducks!
Stevens is thrown forward from the momentum, and Tara wastes no time in following up. She grabs his arm, throwing him over with an arm drag, and as soon as he climbs back to his feet she does it again! Stevens quickly scampers back to his feet, but this time eats a dropkick right in the teeth! Tara backs into the ropes, getting a running start as Stevens gets once again to his feet, and she dives at him with a running cross body!
But Stevens catches her and steadies his balance!
Gritting his teeth, Stevens throws Tara Michaels Davidson backward with a fallaway slam, rocking the ring as the crowd explodes into cheers. Stevens drops down and makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
There’s a collective disappointment as Tara gets the shoulder up, and Stevens stands up looking a little winded and disappointed. He hasn’t stopped moving since the match began.
He grabs Tara by the hair, picking her up and tossing her into his corner where he reluctantly tags Max Kael into the match.
Joe Hoffman: The LSD Champion entering the match now, and that can’t spell good news for the wife of his ReFueled opponent…
Benny Newell: Murder is murder. Someone die already so I can fucking cum!
Max slides through the ropes like a murderous snake, grabbing Tara by the hair and pulling her back out of the turnbuckle. The mood is ominous in the arena as he forces her head downward, raising his arm up high and bringing down a Hellbow to the back of her skull. And then another. And another! Tara falls to a knee, struggling to pull free from his grasp, but Max tucks her head under his arm and lets loose with a swinging neckbreaker, laying Tara out in the middle of the ring before dropping to make a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Joe Hoffman: What tenacity! Tara refuses to stay down!
Benny Newell: Doesn’t anyone know how to train a fucking woman these days? Christ… DRINK!
Max keeps her in control, pulling her up by her hair once again. But as he gets her to her feet, Tara throws her weight into a low angled dropkick, staggering Max and putting him on wobbling legs, before jumping up and throwing him to the mat with a big time hurricanrana out of nowhere!
Max rolls into the ropes, slamming into them as Tara quickly dives for the corner and brings in Jace Parker Davidson! Now the crowd is on fire, anticipating their preview of the ReFueled LSD Championship match right here and now!
Joe Hoffman: Here we go….
Benny Newell: YES! RED RUM! RED RUM!
Jace climbs immediately onto the turnbuckle from the apron, as Max begins to climb to his feet. He lumbers forward toward Jace, but he’s not fast enough, and the man who will challenge him at ReFueled leaps from the top in a swan dive, catching Max and driving him into the mat with an exhilarating DDT!
Max’s face hits the canvas, and he looks to be out cold as the cover is made!
ONE!
TWO!
BROKEN UP BY STEVENS!
Scott Stevens wails Jace with a flying forearm, diving onto him and throwing hands. Matt Boettcher pulls him off of Jace, ordering him back into the corner, but Stevens blows past him and heads for Tara! The two are jawing off, talking shit to one another, but Tara Michaels Davidson nails him between the ropes with a low blow!
Stevens is staggered, holding his balls and letting out an aggressive shout. Tara grabs him into a clinch, trying to hold him there as Max Kael gets to his feet, slowly.
Max tries to intervene and save his partner, but the whole thing is a clusterfuck in the corner. Boettcher can’t control it, and is about to signal for the bell…
When Jace rolls up Max from behind!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Tara lets go of Stevens, laughing in his face as she drops to the concrete below. Jace is quick to hightail it out and meet his wife, as the Scorpion can’t believe what’s just happened!
Bryan McVay: Here are your winners, in 7:38…. Tara Michaels and Jace Parker Davidson…. ASCENDED…. SUUUUPREMACYYYYY!
The husband and wife pair are laughing all the way up the ramp as Stevens stands in the ring with his hands on his hips. He turns toward Max, shaking his head in disgust, as he begins helping Max to his feet.
But Max doesn’t seem to be in the mood for any “help”. He violently shoves Stevens away, and that seems to be about all the Scorpion can take. He rears back with a wild boot, kicking Kael in the side of the head as he falls back from his knees to the canvas. Stevens throws a couple more boots to the side of the champion’s head, before dropping to his back and rolling out of the ring.
Stevens slides a steel chair under the ropes, getting the fans buzzing, but he also grabs a microphone… and Max Kael’s LSD Championship.
Instead of hitting Max with the chair, Stevens sets it up next to the fallen champion. He throws the LSD Championship over his shoulder, making sure that the microphone is turned on.
Scott Stevens: This is what a champion does in HOW?
Stevens shakes his head in disgust, staring down at Max who continues to lie on the canvas, holding his head.
Scott Stevens: Seven fuckin’ minutes and Max Kael gets beat by a fuckin’ roll up? And now everyone in the back and on Twitter are gonna talk shit about how Scott Stevens lost again, huh? Scott Stevens can’t win a fuckin’ match to save his life. Well I gotta ask, what the hell was I even doing in this match? Why am I fuckin’ tag team filler for Max Kael and Jace Parker Davidson, when I should be the one getting the shot against Max? Why is Kirsta Lewis walking back into a title shot, and I’m sitting here wondering if I’m even gonna have to show up for the fuckin’ pay-per-view?
He shakes his head, leaning his elbows on his knees and staring down at Max.
Scott Stevens: Michael Best, I know you’re watching from the back and I know you didn’t book ReFueled. I know you didn’t make those bullshit title matches. But I also know that you’re no different than your old fuckin’ man, and you think Scott Stevens is some piece of shit nobody from Legacy Pro Wrestling who will never make it in HOW. And since you’re the guy now, and you’re the fucker I’ve gotta prove myself too… since you’re the guy who needs to understand what I’m capable of… I’m here to call you the fuck out. You and me, ReFueled. Get out here and make it happen!
The fans in the arena roar their approval, as a smug smile comes over the face of Scott Stevens. But the music of Michael Lee Best doesn’t play, and after a moment the fans begin to boo at the cowardice of the new HOW owner.
Scott Stevens: This dumb motherfucker at my feet? Mr. Bad Guy LSD Champion? He’s at my mercy, Mike, and like it or not he’s your brother. So either you get out here, or I swear to God I’ll show you what an LSD Champion is SUPPOSED to do to his opponents! His blood’ll be on your hands, motherfucker!
An even bigger cheer this time, but still no Mike Best.
Stevens shrugs his shoulders, standing up and staring down at Max Kael as he lies on the canvas, still motionless. But before Stevens can continue his assault, “You’re The Best Around” by Joe Esposito begins to play over the speakers in the Jesus Complex. Michael Lee Best emerges with a microphone, but he doesn’t look upset over what’s going on in the ring.
He’s smiling.
Mike Best: Settle down, dickhead.
The boo of the crowd is earth shattering, as Mike utters the veritable catchphrase of his father-- you know, the man he usurped to get here and change things. Stevens doesn’t look amused either, but he turns his attention to the man on the entrance way as he walks toward the ropes and leans against them.
Mike Best: You want a match at ReFueled? That’s fine, Stevens…
Now the crowd cheers, an astounding ovation that brings a huge smile to Stevens’ face. He nods at the owner of HOW, but it only lasts for a moment.
Mike Best: …but it sure as fuck won’t be against me.
There go the boos. The ones you expected.
Mike Best: You keep crying, Stevens. Crying and crying and dear God fucking crying. What were you doing while I was winning War Games this year? You were losing to Tara fucking Davidson in a tampon on a pole match and sucking down her ovarian juices like Dracula at a ninety seven red fucking tea party.
Stevens scowls out at his boss, having already heard more than enough jokes about his altercations with Tara to last him a lifetime. Behind him, something is moving…
Mike Best: So Stevens, if you want a match at ReFueled? Then live on PPV, we will witness a REMATCH between Scott Stevens and Tara Michaels-Davidson. And if you can beat her, Scott? If you can get that bleeding fucking monkey off your back? Then we’ll talk about a match between you and I. Then we’ll talk about what a deserving man you are. And until then, you can shut your fucking mouth and suffer the world making fucking tampon jokes.
Stevens takes a deep breath, slowly nodding his head. He knows that he doesn’t have much of a choice if he wants to get to the man in charge.
Mike Best: And one other thing, Stevens… if you’re going to attack Max Kael to get my attention? I want you to remember something. That man’s initials are engraved on my fucking chest, and I didn’t put them there. I don’t need to come out here and save Max Kael from a couple of boots to the head. If you want to see what an LSD Champion is capable of… I’d just turn around.
It is then that we realize what was moving behind Scott Stevens… it’s Max Kael.
Stevens is blindsided by the LSD Champion, laid out with the steel chair that he’d been sitting on just a few moments ago. Stevens hits the mat like a ton of bricks, as Max tees off on him with the chair, laughing like a maniac with every blow. The crowd is booing right along, as Max swings the chair until he’s tired of it. Max grabs his championship from the canvas, throwing it over his shoulder as he bails out of the ring, making his way back up the ramp as the camera zooms in on a knocked out Scott Stevens.
The camera cuts backstage.