Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 5:21:58 GMT
"Roman's Revenge" by Nicki Minja hits as the Chicago fans start too boo as we see Tara make her way out onto the stage.
Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall, first making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 120 pounds… Tara Michaels-Davidson!!!
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back to Mayhem as you can all see it is time for Tara Davidson to take on Scott Stevens. A match up which was set up after last week after Tara defeated Stevens’ Pay Per View opponent Scottywood… and Stevens failed to take the LSD title off of Tara’s husband Jace.
Benny Newell: Seems to be a weak excuse for Scotty to get another title shot this week… but I’ll be happy to watch Jace slaughter him next.
Tara rolls into the ring seemingly despondent to the boos of the crowd, shaking her head as if she is arguing with herself… or something crazy along those lines. She sits in the corner and just stares at the entrance way, waiting for Stevens to make his way out.
Joe Hoffman: Well Tara seems to not be completely with it this week. Just like last week against Scottywood…. But it’s certainly more noticeable here tonight.
Benny Newell: Her tits look fine Joe, so shut the fuck up.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen, "Nothing survives my sting!" The crowd starts to cheer as an electric guitar wails throughout the PA system and the words of Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena,
"As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting. I will, tell you what you want to hear and not mean anything. Then I, treat you like a dog, as I shoot my venom in. You pretend you didn't know, that I am The Scorpion, whoa!"
The cheers intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out Stevens.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent from The Great State of Texas and weighing in at 256 pounds… “The Scorpion” Scott Stevens!!!!
Walking down the aisle, dressed in his Memorial Day tights, Stevens smiles and waves at the crowd as he walks down the ramp and along to ringside where he spots a few United States military members and goes over to sign a few autographs for them before rolling into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Now that is a class act right there Benny, showing some real respect for the men and women who have served our great country on this Memorial Day.
Stevens is in the middle of the ring as Tara exits the corner and Boettcher rings the bell to get things started. Stevens extends his out to Tara to shake it... but she just smacks it away. She quickly follows it up, slapping Stevens around the face! The Scorpion staggers back, clutching at his cheek, seemingly in awe at how his sportsmanlike maneuver to begin the match could have backfired so badly! He does not get to dwell on his mistake for long as Tara leaps through the air, driving her forearm into the face of Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Well...I always feel we should applaud efforts at sportsmanship, but I don’t think going for the handshake is always the wisest option.
Benny Newell: Ya, no shit, Hoffman. Perfect fucking time for a sucker punch...or slap.
Stevens staggers back from Mrs. Davidson’s early onslaught, as Tara quickly looks to follow it up with a few more elbows! The Texan ends up backed into the turnbuckle, doing his level best to cover up from the elbows. Though it’s not an elbow that drops him - it’s a flying knee that just sneaks between his forearms and connects soundly with his jaw! He drops to the bottom turnbuckle, and Tara quickly nails him with a dropkick! She’s back up straight away, taking a few steps back before leaping through the air and driving her crotch right into the face of Scott Stevens with the deadly professional wrestling maneuver known as the Bronco Buster!!
Benny Newell: Man...she could do that move to me any time!
Joe Hoffman: Pred..
Benny Newell: Yeah yeah, I know, Hoffman, I know. Predictable.
Perhaps Tara’s pussy has some magical awakening property or something, because when she goes to pick the Texan up, grabbing a handful of his hair as she does so, he seems to come around, and using the massive size and strength difference to his advantage, he easily picks up all one hundred twenty pounds of Tara Davidson, before he drives her into the mat with a vicious powerbomb!!!
Benny Newell: See, Hoffman - you gotta know just how to beat a woman.
Joe Hoffman: And this is a trait to be applauded?
Benny Newell: Hoffman...we’re in HOW. The women wrestle the men. Of course you need to know just how to beat a woman.
Joe Hoffman: True, but…
Benny Newell: But it’s a handy skill that might work in your personal life? Fuck yeah!
Stevens pulls Tara up, and she’s still clearly dazed from the powerbomb. Sensing a moment of weakness, he hoists her up with a vertical suplex, delaying it at the apex. He holds her, letting the blood rush to her head, and even takes a few steps around the ring, before he eventually drops her to the canvas! He doesn’t let go though, picking her back up and hoisting her back into the air, before he drives her head first into the canvas with a brainbuster! Again, he keeps hold, dragging her back up one final time before he grabs a leg and takes her overhead with a fisherman’s suplex, bridging for the pin…
Joe Hoffman: Arachnid-Plex!!
One…
Two…..
No!
Tara kicks out of the pin with some authority before Boettcher’s hand can slap down for the third time!
Joe Hoffman: He’s certainly using his size to his advantage now, simply looking to overpower Tara!
Benny Newell: Yeah...nice and simple - pretty good tactic, ya know? He’s bigger, he’s stronger...why not fucking use it?
Joe Hoffman: True enough - a solid way to look to win a contest like this.
Stevens questions Boettcher’s count for a moment, before he gets to his feet. He’s quickly dragging Tara up, hurling her into the corner. He steps away, giving himself a runup before he dives into her with a Stinger Splash! She stumbles forward out of the corner and Stevens, sensing an opportunity, hurls himself at her legs, chopping her to the canvas! Again, ever on the move, ever looking to press his advantage, Stevens grabs hold of her legs, and a few short seconds later, he’s flipping her over into a Texas Cloverleaf!!!
Joe Hoffman: He’s got her in a good position here, Benny! Close to the center of the ring!
Benny Newell: Yeah, sure...but she’s not gonna tap, Hoffman.
Stevens wrenches back on the hold, making Tara scream out. But she lifts herself onto her elbows and starts slowly crawling towards the bottom rope. She makes a bit of progress, but Stevens just sits further down into the hold, and she stops moving, instead choosing to scream out.
Joe Hoffman: Why not? Looks like he’s got her stuck in this hold pretty good, Benny.
Benny Newell: Sure...but how many matches have you seen Scott Stevens win by submission, Hoffman? C’mon...off the top of your fucking head - name one.
Joe Hoffman: Touche.
And as if true to Benny’s word, Tara starts moving again. She reaches out...to find she’s a hand away! With another determined scream, she moves the last few inches so she can reach out and grasp the sanctuary of the bottom rope! Boettcher calls for the break, and Stevens, like with the pinfall, has just the slightest look of questioning on his face as he looks at the referee. Boettcher confirms the rope break to the Scorpion, and he turns back towards Tara...who grabs him by the head and drives his head into her knees as she falls onto her back!
Joe Hoffman: Another momentum swing here?
Benny Newell: Could be...Stevens keeps taking his eye of the ball...it’s like the motherfucker wants to lose or something.
Joe Hoffman: Could just be nervous, Benny. As he has said himself, it’s not like he’s been in the greatest form this pay per view period.
Benny Newell: Yeah...because no Lee Best means he does shit. Simple.
They both rise at around the same time and start truly exchanging blows for the first time in the match! Stevens starts to get an advantage, until Tara’s boot meets his ballsack! He goes to crumple, but Tara senses an opportunity, and DDT’s him! His head spikes into the canvas, and he’s clearly not with it - and with the swiftest of moves seen so far in the contest, we see Tara ascend to the top turnbuckle, before she comes flying off with a moonsault! She bounces off Stevens, unable to stay in the cover...but she’s quickly stalking Stevens, waiting for him to get up.
Joe Hoffman: I think, Benny...we might be about to see the end of this contest!
Stevens, groggily, makes his way to his feet, as Tara springboards off the ropes and just about takes his jaw off with the 24 Karat Kick! She moves into a pinfall, and Boettcher drops…
One….
Two…..
Three!!!
Bryan McVay: And your winner, in 11 minutes, 3 seconds...TARA DAVIDSON!!!!!!!
We get a shot of Tara celebrating, before we swap it out for one of our commentary duo, Benny midway through taking a drink.
Joe Hoffman: Well, despite Stevens being more than game for parts of this contest, he couldn’t seem to keep his eye on the ball, and he drops one here tonight to Tara Davidson.
Benny Newell: Ya...fucking idiot.
Joe Hoffman: Gotta be a good shout for Tara too, Benny - she doesn’t have a match at War Games but here she is, defeating someone that does.
Benny Newell: Yeah...you’re acting like I give a shit about her as more than just a sex object, Hoffman. I don’t. Look, Hoffman, you can talk some more, or we can do whatever the fuck it is we’re supposed to do next on this show so I can see me some John motherfucking Sektor!
Joe Hoffman: Right...we’re going backstage, Benny.
Benny Newell: Great. Let’s do that. DRINK!
Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall, first making her way to the ring from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 120 pounds… Tara Michaels-Davidson!!!
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back to Mayhem as you can all see it is time for Tara Davidson to take on Scott Stevens. A match up which was set up after last week after Tara defeated Stevens’ Pay Per View opponent Scottywood… and Stevens failed to take the LSD title off of Tara’s husband Jace.
Benny Newell: Seems to be a weak excuse for Scotty to get another title shot this week… but I’ll be happy to watch Jace slaughter him next.
Tara rolls into the ring seemingly despondent to the boos of the crowd, shaking her head as if she is arguing with herself… or something crazy along those lines. She sits in the corner and just stares at the entrance way, waiting for Stevens to make his way out.
Joe Hoffman: Well Tara seems to not be completely with it this week. Just like last week against Scottywood…. But it’s certainly more noticeable here tonight.
Benny Newell: Her tits look fine Joe, so shut the fuck up.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen, "Nothing survives my sting!" The crowd starts to cheer as an electric guitar wails throughout the PA system and the words of Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena,
"As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting. I will, tell you what you want to hear and not mean anything. Then I, treat you like a dog, as I shoot my venom in. You pretend you didn't know, that I am The Scorpion, whoa!"
The cheers intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out Stevens.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent from The Great State of Texas and weighing in at 256 pounds… “The Scorpion” Scott Stevens!!!!
Walking down the aisle, dressed in his Memorial Day tights, Stevens smiles and waves at the crowd as he walks down the ramp and along to ringside where he spots a few United States military members and goes over to sign a few autographs for them before rolling into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Now that is a class act right there Benny, showing some real respect for the men and women who have served our great country on this Memorial Day.
Stevens is in the middle of the ring as Tara exits the corner and Boettcher rings the bell to get things started. Stevens extends his out to Tara to shake it... but she just smacks it away. She quickly follows it up, slapping Stevens around the face! The Scorpion staggers back, clutching at his cheek, seemingly in awe at how his sportsmanlike maneuver to begin the match could have backfired so badly! He does not get to dwell on his mistake for long as Tara leaps through the air, driving her forearm into the face of Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Well...I always feel we should applaud efforts at sportsmanship, but I don’t think going for the handshake is always the wisest option.
Benny Newell: Ya, no shit, Hoffman. Perfect fucking time for a sucker punch...or slap.
Stevens staggers back from Mrs. Davidson’s early onslaught, as Tara quickly looks to follow it up with a few more elbows! The Texan ends up backed into the turnbuckle, doing his level best to cover up from the elbows. Though it’s not an elbow that drops him - it’s a flying knee that just sneaks between his forearms and connects soundly with his jaw! He drops to the bottom turnbuckle, and Tara quickly nails him with a dropkick! She’s back up straight away, taking a few steps back before leaping through the air and driving her crotch right into the face of Scott Stevens with the deadly professional wrestling maneuver known as the Bronco Buster!!
Benny Newell: Man...she could do that move to me any time!
Joe Hoffman: Pred..
Benny Newell: Yeah yeah, I know, Hoffman, I know. Predictable.
Perhaps Tara’s pussy has some magical awakening property or something, because when she goes to pick the Texan up, grabbing a handful of his hair as she does so, he seems to come around, and using the massive size and strength difference to his advantage, he easily picks up all one hundred twenty pounds of Tara Davidson, before he drives her into the mat with a vicious powerbomb!!!
Benny Newell: See, Hoffman - you gotta know just how to beat a woman.
Joe Hoffman: And this is a trait to be applauded?
Benny Newell: Hoffman...we’re in HOW. The women wrestle the men. Of course you need to know just how to beat a woman.
Joe Hoffman: True, but…
Benny Newell: But it’s a handy skill that might work in your personal life? Fuck yeah!
Stevens pulls Tara up, and she’s still clearly dazed from the powerbomb. Sensing a moment of weakness, he hoists her up with a vertical suplex, delaying it at the apex. He holds her, letting the blood rush to her head, and even takes a few steps around the ring, before he eventually drops her to the canvas! He doesn’t let go though, picking her back up and hoisting her back into the air, before he drives her head first into the canvas with a brainbuster! Again, he keeps hold, dragging her back up one final time before he grabs a leg and takes her overhead with a fisherman’s suplex, bridging for the pin…
Joe Hoffman: Arachnid-Plex!!
One…
Two…..
No!
Tara kicks out of the pin with some authority before Boettcher’s hand can slap down for the third time!
Joe Hoffman: He’s certainly using his size to his advantage now, simply looking to overpower Tara!
Benny Newell: Yeah...nice and simple - pretty good tactic, ya know? He’s bigger, he’s stronger...why not fucking use it?
Joe Hoffman: True enough - a solid way to look to win a contest like this.
Stevens questions Boettcher’s count for a moment, before he gets to his feet. He’s quickly dragging Tara up, hurling her into the corner. He steps away, giving himself a runup before he dives into her with a Stinger Splash! She stumbles forward out of the corner and Stevens, sensing an opportunity, hurls himself at her legs, chopping her to the canvas! Again, ever on the move, ever looking to press his advantage, Stevens grabs hold of her legs, and a few short seconds later, he’s flipping her over into a Texas Cloverleaf!!!
Joe Hoffman: He’s got her in a good position here, Benny! Close to the center of the ring!
Benny Newell: Yeah, sure...but she’s not gonna tap, Hoffman.
Stevens wrenches back on the hold, making Tara scream out. But she lifts herself onto her elbows and starts slowly crawling towards the bottom rope. She makes a bit of progress, but Stevens just sits further down into the hold, and she stops moving, instead choosing to scream out.
Joe Hoffman: Why not? Looks like he’s got her stuck in this hold pretty good, Benny.
Benny Newell: Sure...but how many matches have you seen Scott Stevens win by submission, Hoffman? C’mon...off the top of your fucking head - name one.
Joe Hoffman: Touche.
And as if true to Benny’s word, Tara starts moving again. She reaches out...to find she’s a hand away! With another determined scream, she moves the last few inches so she can reach out and grasp the sanctuary of the bottom rope! Boettcher calls for the break, and Stevens, like with the pinfall, has just the slightest look of questioning on his face as he looks at the referee. Boettcher confirms the rope break to the Scorpion, and he turns back towards Tara...who grabs him by the head and drives his head into her knees as she falls onto her back!
Joe Hoffman: Another momentum swing here?
Benny Newell: Could be...Stevens keeps taking his eye of the ball...it’s like the motherfucker wants to lose or something.
Joe Hoffman: Could just be nervous, Benny. As he has said himself, it’s not like he’s been in the greatest form this pay per view period.
Benny Newell: Yeah...because no Lee Best means he does shit. Simple.
They both rise at around the same time and start truly exchanging blows for the first time in the match! Stevens starts to get an advantage, until Tara’s boot meets his ballsack! He goes to crumple, but Tara senses an opportunity, and DDT’s him! His head spikes into the canvas, and he’s clearly not with it - and with the swiftest of moves seen so far in the contest, we see Tara ascend to the top turnbuckle, before she comes flying off with a moonsault! She bounces off Stevens, unable to stay in the cover...but she’s quickly stalking Stevens, waiting for him to get up.
Joe Hoffman: I think, Benny...we might be about to see the end of this contest!
Stevens, groggily, makes his way to his feet, as Tara springboards off the ropes and just about takes his jaw off with the 24 Karat Kick! She moves into a pinfall, and Boettcher drops…
One….
Two…..
Three!!!
Bryan McVay: And your winner, in 11 minutes, 3 seconds...TARA DAVIDSON!!!!!!!
We get a shot of Tara celebrating, before we swap it out for one of our commentary duo, Benny midway through taking a drink.
Joe Hoffman: Well, despite Stevens being more than game for parts of this contest, he couldn’t seem to keep his eye on the ball, and he drops one here tonight to Tara Davidson.
Benny Newell: Ya...fucking idiot.
Joe Hoffman: Gotta be a good shout for Tara too, Benny - she doesn’t have a match at War Games but here she is, defeating someone that does.
Benny Newell: Yeah...you’re acting like I give a shit about her as more than just a sex object, Hoffman. I don’t. Look, Hoffman, you can talk some more, or we can do whatever the fuck it is we’re supposed to do next on this show so I can see me some John motherfucking Sektor!
Joe Hoffman: Right...we’re going backstage, Benny.
Benny Newell: Great. Let’s do that. DRINK!