Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 5:34:47 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Yes we are back and we are ready for an audition of sorts. Two men, Scottywood and Scott Stevens have been battling to prove they are worthy to be on a War Games team… and tonight they go one on one to prove just who is better.
Benny Newell: it’s what they call irrelevant Joe. Have you seen Team Lee? They are gonna win hands down. They are going to destroy Team Mike without even trying.
Joe Hoffman: Well Mike obviously disagrees Benny… hence why we have the actual War Games match… hence why Scotty and Stevens have been at each other’s throats to prove they deserve a spot. I mean Scotty nearly bashed in Stevens… and his own skull last week to prove he’s fully healed and ready for War Games.
Benny Newell: Oh yeah… really impressive. Beat up a man after his match. A man that mind you couldn’t even beat Justin Carnate last week.
Joe Hoffman: This is true, Stevens did suffer a tough loss to the rookie last week… and if he is certainly gonna have to step up if he wants to beat the Hall of Famer… Scottywood.
Benny Newell: You wanna mention how Frankie, Besty and even you are in the Hall of Fame too? The only two Hall of Famers that matter are Jatt Starr and Shane Reynolds! End of story.
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, DRINK, DRANK, DRUNK!
“Drink, Drank, Drunk” by Hellyeah plays as the fans cheer until they see him come out with a New York Rangers jersey… but pick the cheers back up as they see the Blackhawks rally towel in his hand… and his trademark barbed wire hockey stick in the other.
Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring from New York City, New York and weighing in at 265 pounds… The Hardcore Artist… Scottywood!!!
Walking down the ramp he tosses the Blackhawks towel into the crowd and pulls a beer out of his pocket, a Brooklyn Lager to be exact as he knocks it back climbs up into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Well a little pre match beverage for Scottywood as he awaits his opponent tonight… a man who Scotty gave another concussion last week… one that maybe should be retiring instead of wrestling… Scott Stevens.
Benny Newell: Who cares about Stevens’ bumps on his head. This is wrestling Joe, not the fucking ballet. If you can’t take the punishment… don’t get beat like a fucking bitch… or go to Defiance where you’ll be a legend.
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 booing, but it’s not just a normal level of booing. It’s a booing of pure hatred. The 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 jeering intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out The Scorpion.
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, he talks trash the entire way while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at the crowd, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
WHACK!!
Scotty runs up from behind Stevens and drills him with the barbed wire hockey stick, tearing the flesh from Stevens’s back as who staggers into the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: Scottywood a blind side attack on Stevens before the bell has even rung!
WHACK!
Benny Newell: And it all legal Joe!
Joe Hoffman: Well I wouldn’t go that far… it’s neither here or there since the match hasn’t even started.
Stevens is now leaning on the ropes as Scotty raises the hockey stick in the air and places three fingers up.
WHACK!
And Stevens drops to his knees as the third shot to the back is too much to keep himself on his feet.
Joe Hoffman: Hat-trick by Scottywood!
A couple of the fans throw their hats into the ring as Scotty discards the hockey stick and yells at referee Matt Boettcher to call for the bell.
Benny Newell: And look at Stevens’ back, it’s covered in blood and his skin looks to be a mangled mess.
Stevens starts to pull himself back to his feet and Boettcher is forced to call for the bell to start the match... but the bell enrages Stevens as he charges at Scotty and slams him down right onto his own hockey stick. Scotty winces in pain as he rolls off the stick and Boettcher kicks it out of the ring before it can causes any more damage.
Joe Hoffman: Well that backfired on The Hardcore Artist.
Benny Newell: No shit…
Stevens unleashes with a fury of punches on Scotty as he grabs him by the dreadlocks and pulls him back up to his feet… only to connect with a headbutt and then drive him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Stevens the stalks Scotty as he pulls himself back up to his feet and Stevens connects with the European upper cut.
Benny Newell: Debbie Does Dallas!
Joe Hoffman: Of course you know that move’s name.
Stevens lifts Scotty up and nails a couple of uppercuts before irish whipping Scotty across the ring and goes for the Stinger splash… but Scotty grabs the referee Matt Boettcher and Stevens sandwiches the referee who drops to the ground.
Benny Newell: And down does Boettcher!
Joe Hoffman: And that’s some bad form by Scottywood as he used the referee as a shield.
Benny Newell: Boettcher needs to stay the fuck outta the way.
Stevens is caught off guard for just a second… and it’s just a second that Scotty needs to explode outta the corner and clothesline Stevens. Scotty then drops to the mat and starts hammering on the head of Stevens. Hard closed right hand fists until he busts open the stitches from last week and Stevens starts to bleed again.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty created that bullseye on Stevens’ head last week… and he connected with it tonight.
Pulling Stevens up, to his feet, Scotty throws him into the corner and starts stomping away a couple times before grabbing Stevens by the neck and leading him out into the center of the ring. He yells out to the crowd as he lifts Stevens up and slams him down with a thunderous chokeslam.
Joe Hoffman: The Scottyslam!
Benny Newell: But no referee to make a count.
Joe Hoffman: Don’t think he is looking for one.
Rolling out of the ring, Scotty grabs a steel chair from ringside and tosses it into the ring as he yells back into the ring at Stevens. Sliding back into the ring, Scotty gathers the chair and slams it off the mat as Stevens starts to pull himself back up to his feet. Stevens gets back up onto two feet as Scotty swings the chair at his head… but Steven boots Scotty in the gut, causing him to drop the chair. Stevens grabs Scotty by the neck and then plants him with a DDT.
Joe Hoffman: Great counter by Stevens! He nearly gets his head scrambled… but rings Scotty’s off that chair instead with a DDT!
Benny Newell: I’ll drink for either of those fuckers getting their head rung off the chair.
Joe Hoffman: Cover now by Stevens as Boettcher starts to come around.
One……….
Two…………………….
Three…………………………..
Joe Hoffman: He did….
Benny Newell: Foot on the rope, haha, yes! This massacre continues!
Stevens yells at Boettcher for a slow count, but the groggy official is just happy to be awake as Stevens shakes his head and pulls Scotty up only to get a knee to the gut from The Hardcore Artist and quickly DDTed onto the steel chair which he quickly pushes outta the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Boettcher is still trying to collect himself and didn’t see that DDT either!
Benny Newell: Another Hall of Famer who is worthless… but in this case it works as these two get to keep beating the fuck outta each other.
Joe Hoffman: Cover by Scotty after the SDT.
One…………..
Two……………………………
Three…………………………………………..
Joe Hoffman: Kickout by Stevens!
Benny Newell: Hope he bitches about a slow count now.
Scotty can’t believe it as he starts to stomp away at the head of Stevens, over and over until he pulls the nearly limp body of Stevens up to his feet and slaps Stevens across the face once… twice… three times as he just laughs… and gets a boot in the gut!
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting!
Benny Newell: Fucker missed!
Scotty pushes Stevens away mid stunner and Stevens lands hard on his ass. He picks himself up and turns right into an Ice Kick to the side of the head as Scotty lifts Stevens up onto his shoulders.
Joe Hoffman: Game Misconduct!
Benny Newell: And Stevens is laid out!
Scotty just sits there for a second, relieved he has just hit his move as he rolls Stevens over and places his bicep across Stevens’ chest for the pin.
Joe Hoffman: Academic here.
One.............................
Two……………………………………………….
Thre………………
Joe Hoffman: Scotty just pulled Stevens’ shoulder up!
Benny Newell: Yes! Torture him Scotty!
Scotty shakes his head… as if he isn’t done with Stevens as he lifts him back up to his feet… and up onto his shoulder. You can see him yell the words “War Games” as he spins Stevens around and connects with another Game Misconduct in the center of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Adding insult to injury… Scotty is now sending a message to those in War Games… and for those who think they stand a chance over him of getting in.
Benny Newell: Fire up the Chicago MRIs boys… looks like Stevens is gonna needs a couple of those tonight.
Joe Hoffman: Another cover by Scotty…. And it’ll be academic again unless Scotty breaks it up himself….
One…………….
Two…………………………
Three……………………………………
DING DING DING
Bryan McVay: The winner of this match in 11:21…. The Hardcore Artist… Scottywood!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Back and forth early… both men busting the other open on their backs and heads… but it was Scottywood being too much for Stevens in the end as he nails two Game Misconducts and gets the victory over his former partner.
Benny Newell: It was a win, win for me… I got to see at least one of them get the shit kicked out of them… really didn’t care who.
Joe Hoffman: So now you must think that Scottywood is in a prime position to be the next pick for Team Mike Best… if he hasn’t pissed off Mike and one of his picks Silent Witness yet.
Benny Newell: Ya… what kind of moron pisses on people who can make or break if you’re even on the fucking card. But then again, Scotty has never been the brightest bulb here in HOW.
Joe Hoffman: Says Benny Newell… but anyways, we got a big War Games preview in our main event tonight as Jace, Shane and Sektor team up to face Mike Best, Max Kael and Silent Witness. So stay tuned for that!
We see Scottywood raising his hockey stick in the air, still celebrating his victory as we cut to backstage of The Best Arena.
Benny Newell: it’s what they call irrelevant Joe. Have you seen Team Lee? They are gonna win hands down. They are going to destroy Team Mike without even trying.
Joe Hoffman: Well Mike obviously disagrees Benny… hence why we have the actual War Games match… hence why Scotty and Stevens have been at each other’s throats to prove they deserve a spot. I mean Scotty nearly bashed in Stevens… and his own skull last week to prove he’s fully healed and ready for War Games.
Benny Newell: Oh yeah… really impressive. Beat up a man after his match. A man that mind you couldn’t even beat Justin Carnate last week.
Joe Hoffman: This is true, Stevens did suffer a tough loss to the rookie last week… and if he is certainly gonna have to step up if he wants to beat the Hall of Famer… Scottywood.
Benny Newell: You wanna mention how Frankie, Besty and even you are in the Hall of Fame too? The only two Hall of Famers that matter are Jatt Starr and Shane Reynolds! End of story.
OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH, DRINK, DRANK, DRUNK!
“Drink, Drank, Drunk” by Hellyeah plays as the fans cheer until they see him come out with a New York Rangers jersey… but pick the cheers back up as they see the Blackhawks rally towel in his hand… and his trademark barbed wire hockey stick in the other.
Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring from New York City, New York and weighing in at 265 pounds… The Hardcore Artist… Scottywood!!!
Walking down the ramp he tosses the Blackhawks towel into the crowd and pulls a beer out of his pocket, a Brooklyn Lager to be exact as he knocks it back climbs up into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Well a little pre match beverage for Scottywood as he awaits his opponent tonight… a man who Scotty gave another concussion last week… one that maybe should be retiring instead of wrestling… Scott Stevens.
Benny Newell: Who cares about Stevens’ bumps on his head. This is wrestling Joe, not the fucking ballet. If you can’t take the punishment… don’t get beat like a fucking bitch… or go to Defiance where you’ll be a legend.
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 booing, but it’s not just a normal level of booing. It’s a booing of pure hatred. The 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 jeering intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out The Scorpion.
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, he talks trash the entire way while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at the crowd, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
WHACK!!
Scotty runs up from behind Stevens and drills him with the barbed wire hockey stick, tearing the flesh from Stevens’s back as who staggers into the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: Scottywood a blind side attack on Stevens before the bell has even rung!
WHACK!
Benny Newell: And it all legal Joe!
Joe Hoffman: Well I wouldn’t go that far… it’s neither here or there since the match hasn’t even started.
Stevens is now leaning on the ropes as Scotty raises the hockey stick in the air and places three fingers up.
WHACK!
And Stevens drops to his knees as the third shot to the back is too much to keep himself on his feet.
Joe Hoffman: Hat-trick by Scottywood!
A couple of the fans throw their hats into the ring as Scotty discards the hockey stick and yells at referee Matt Boettcher to call for the bell.
Benny Newell: And look at Stevens’ back, it’s covered in blood and his skin looks to be a mangled mess.
Stevens starts to pull himself back to his feet and Boettcher is forced to call for the bell to start the match... but the bell enrages Stevens as he charges at Scotty and slams him down right onto his own hockey stick. Scotty winces in pain as he rolls off the stick and Boettcher kicks it out of the ring before it can causes any more damage.
Joe Hoffman: Well that backfired on The Hardcore Artist.
Benny Newell: No shit…
Stevens unleashes with a fury of punches on Scotty as he grabs him by the dreadlocks and pulls him back up to his feet… only to connect with a headbutt and then drive him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Stevens the stalks Scotty as he pulls himself back up to his feet and Stevens connects with the European upper cut.
Benny Newell: Debbie Does Dallas!
Joe Hoffman: Of course you know that move’s name.
Stevens lifts Scotty up and nails a couple of uppercuts before irish whipping Scotty across the ring and goes for the Stinger splash… but Scotty grabs the referee Matt Boettcher and Stevens sandwiches the referee who drops to the ground.
Benny Newell: And down does Boettcher!
Joe Hoffman: And that’s some bad form by Scottywood as he used the referee as a shield.
Benny Newell: Boettcher needs to stay the fuck outta the way.
Stevens is caught off guard for just a second… and it’s just a second that Scotty needs to explode outta the corner and clothesline Stevens. Scotty then drops to the mat and starts hammering on the head of Stevens. Hard closed right hand fists until he busts open the stitches from last week and Stevens starts to bleed again.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty created that bullseye on Stevens’ head last week… and he connected with it tonight.
Pulling Stevens up, to his feet, Scotty throws him into the corner and starts stomping away a couple times before grabbing Stevens by the neck and leading him out into the center of the ring. He yells out to the crowd as he lifts Stevens up and slams him down with a thunderous chokeslam.
Joe Hoffman: The Scottyslam!
Benny Newell: But no referee to make a count.
Joe Hoffman: Don’t think he is looking for one.
Rolling out of the ring, Scotty grabs a steel chair from ringside and tosses it into the ring as he yells back into the ring at Stevens. Sliding back into the ring, Scotty gathers the chair and slams it off the mat as Stevens starts to pull himself back up to his feet. Stevens gets back up onto two feet as Scotty swings the chair at his head… but Steven boots Scotty in the gut, causing him to drop the chair. Stevens grabs Scotty by the neck and then plants him with a DDT.
Joe Hoffman: Great counter by Stevens! He nearly gets his head scrambled… but rings Scotty’s off that chair instead with a DDT!
Benny Newell: I’ll drink for either of those fuckers getting their head rung off the chair.
Joe Hoffman: Cover now by Stevens as Boettcher starts to come around.
One……….
Two…………………….
Three…………………………..
Joe Hoffman: He did….
Benny Newell: Foot on the rope, haha, yes! This massacre continues!
Stevens yells at Boettcher for a slow count, but the groggy official is just happy to be awake as Stevens shakes his head and pulls Scotty up only to get a knee to the gut from The Hardcore Artist and quickly DDTed onto the steel chair which he quickly pushes outta the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Boettcher is still trying to collect himself and didn’t see that DDT either!
Benny Newell: Another Hall of Famer who is worthless… but in this case it works as these two get to keep beating the fuck outta each other.
Joe Hoffman: Cover by Scotty after the SDT.
One…………..
Two……………………………
Three…………………………………………..
Joe Hoffman: Kickout by Stevens!
Benny Newell: Hope he bitches about a slow count now.
Scotty can’t believe it as he starts to stomp away at the head of Stevens, over and over until he pulls the nearly limp body of Stevens up to his feet and slaps Stevens across the face once… twice… three times as he just laughs… and gets a boot in the gut!
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting!
Benny Newell: Fucker missed!
Scotty pushes Stevens away mid stunner and Stevens lands hard on his ass. He picks himself up and turns right into an Ice Kick to the side of the head as Scotty lifts Stevens up onto his shoulders.
Joe Hoffman: Game Misconduct!
Benny Newell: And Stevens is laid out!
Scotty just sits there for a second, relieved he has just hit his move as he rolls Stevens over and places his bicep across Stevens’ chest for the pin.
Joe Hoffman: Academic here.
One.............................
Two……………………………………………….
Thre………………
Joe Hoffman: Scotty just pulled Stevens’ shoulder up!
Benny Newell: Yes! Torture him Scotty!
Scotty shakes his head… as if he isn’t done with Stevens as he lifts him back up to his feet… and up onto his shoulder. You can see him yell the words “War Games” as he spins Stevens around and connects with another Game Misconduct in the center of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Adding insult to injury… Scotty is now sending a message to those in War Games… and for those who think they stand a chance over him of getting in.
Benny Newell: Fire up the Chicago MRIs boys… looks like Stevens is gonna needs a couple of those tonight.
Joe Hoffman: Another cover by Scotty…. And it’ll be academic again unless Scotty breaks it up himself….
One…………….
Two…………………………
Three……………………………………
DING DING DING
Bryan McVay: The winner of this match in 11:21…. The Hardcore Artist… Scottywood!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Back and forth early… both men busting the other open on their backs and heads… but it was Scottywood being too much for Stevens in the end as he nails two Game Misconducts and gets the victory over his former partner.
Benny Newell: It was a win, win for me… I got to see at least one of them get the shit kicked out of them… really didn’t care who.
Joe Hoffman: So now you must think that Scottywood is in a prime position to be the next pick for Team Mike Best… if he hasn’t pissed off Mike and one of his picks Silent Witness yet.
Benny Newell: Ya… what kind of moron pisses on people who can make or break if you’re even on the fucking card. But then again, Scotty has never been the brightest bulb here in HOW.
Joe Hoffman: Says Benny Newell… but anyways, we got a big War Games preview in our main event tonight as Jace, Shane and Sektor team up to face Mike Best, Max Kael and Silent Witness. So stay tuned for that!
We see Scottywood raising his hockey stick in the air, still celebrating his victory as we cut to backstage of The Best Arena.