Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 1, 2018 5:58:00 GMT
Joe Hoffman: And we are back ladies and gentlemen. We are moments away to see the debut of a man simply known as Havoc.
Benny Newell: His real name is about to be mud when Stevens stomps a mud hole in him.
The lights go down as the beginning chords of “Revolution Smile” by Bonethrower begin to rumble over the PA speakers. Havoc makes his way onto the stage followed by his manager Jesse.
Joe Hoffman: Havoc looking confident for a virtual unknown on the prime time stage.
Benny Newell: I think I see piss running down his leg Hoffman. Can we get someone to zoom in?
The pair take a look at the crowd before heading down the ramp and to the ring. Jesse heads up the steps, Havoc not far behind, and walks on the edge of the ring to the center. Jesse sits on the middle rope, and lifts the top rope to allow Havoc to enter the ring. Havoc walks directly to the center of the ring and surveys the crowd.
Joe Hoffman: Havoc looking confident standing in there.
Benny Newell: He’s about to be as confident as a Polish sausage meeting an asshole.
Joe Hoffman: BENNY!!!!!!!!
Benny Newell: What?
Joe Hoffman: Careful saying that.
Benny Newell: I didn’t mention any names.
Jesse steps off the edge of the ring, and stands outside waiting for his opponent to enter.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 247lbs, he is HAAAAAAVOOOOOC!!!!!!
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. Chris Benoit level booing 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 jeering intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out “The Venomous One.”
Joe Hoffman: Tonight is the first time we have seen or heard from Stevens since ICONIC.
Benny Newell: Yep, he could have been killed by that taxi that hit him but he had a guardian angel on his side for sure.
Joe Hoffman: Apparently not with what happened next….
Benny Newell: What was that?
Joe Hoffman: You know…..the sausage incident.
Benny Newell: Don’t know what you are talking about.
Joe Hoffman: Benny, you just mentioned it a few minutes ago.
Benny Newell: Never happened Hoffman. Listen to me carefully….NEVER. HAPPENED!
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.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 256lbs, he is “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Ding. Ding.
Stevens steps to the center of the ring and stares coldly at Havoc.
Joe Hoffman: By the expression on Stevens’ face he is not in the mood for games.
Havoc simply smirks and with the encouragement of his manager Jesse locks up with the former ICON and LSD champion and puts him in a side headlock before taking him to the ground and paint brushing his head before getting up twirling around and celebrating with Jesse.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think that’s smart to make him even madder than he is now.
Havoc turns towards Stevens….
Joe Hoffman: Remember the Alamo super kick!!!!!!!!!!!
Benny Newell: I’ll drink to that. DRINK!
Havoc staggers back against the ropes and propels forward and meets a boot to the gut.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting coming up?
Stevens picks up Havoc and holds him up.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens letting all the blood rush to his head.
Benny Newell: Keeps holding him any longer I may run out of booze.
Stevens drops Havoc with a brain buster and mounts Havoc and begins lighting his face up with hard right hands.
Benny Newell: Turn that fucker’s face into sausage patties.
Joe Hoffman: Benny!!!!!
Benny Newell: What?!?!?
Boettcher begins to count.
1.
2.
3.
4.
Stevens stops punching to break the count only to begin punching once again.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens pounding out his frustrations on Havoc’s face.
Benny Newell: I usually take out my frustrations on a hooker’s anal cavity. Speaking of…I need to call Sheila back.
Boettcher begins to count again.
1.
2.
3.
4.
Stevens stops punching to break the count only to begin right away.
Joe Hoffman: Come on ref get in there.
Benny Newell: Hell no Hoffhole, let Stevens beat the shit out of this rook so he can earn his stripes. DRINK.
Boettcher begins to count again.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
Stevens doesn’t break and Boettcher pulls him off of Havoc and Stevens gets in his face.
Joe Hoffman: About time Boettcher does something.
Benny Newell: I think he is overstepping his bounds, to be honest.
Stevens tells Boettcher to move as he makes him back over to the downed Havoc who has been busted open now.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens looking to finish him here.
Benny Newell: Awwwww man! I was starting to get a chub from the beat down.
Stevens picks him up and kicks him in the gut.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting!
Benny Newell: DRINK!
Instead of going for the pin, Stevens reaches down and picks up the bloodied Havoc and powerbombs him into the nearest corner.
Joe Hoffman: Boettcher should stop this match, Stevens is killing this kid.
Stevens runs to the exact opposite corner and runs towards Havoc who is hanging in the corner like a limp dick.
Joe Hoffman: Stinger Splash.
Benny Newell: Sheila took a splash in my cum bath after I gave her the stinger Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Why do I even come to work.
Benny Newell: What was that?
Joe Hoffman: Nothing.
Stevens does this two more times before dragging the former backyard wrestler and placing him between his and nailing a ring shaking piledriver.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens could have just broken his neck with that move.
Benny Newell: Excellent.
Stevens picks up Havoc again and shakes the ring once more with another piledriver as the crowd is going insane.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is looking to hurt this young man.
Benny Newell: Of course he is Hoffhole! Stevens is no stepping stone to anyone!
Crowd: One more time. One more time. One more time.
Joe Hoffman: This crowd is sick.
Benny Newell: I love this crowd.
Joe Hoffman: You would.
Benny Newell: DRINK!
Stevens obliges the ground with another piledriver, this time a sit-out Tombstone piledriver.
Joe Hoffman: Scorpion Driver! That’s it, Havoc’s dead.
Benny Newell: I think I just released my load prematurely.
Havoc’s face now is the proverbial crimson mask and Stevens begins pounding his face again with right hands.
Joe Hoffman: Stop him dammit!!!!
Boettcher dives onto Stevens to break it up and calls a stop to the match as Havoc’s body has gone limp.
Joe Hoffman: Thank God this is over.
Benny Newell: I need a smoke Hoffman.
Bryan McVay: And your winner by referee stoppage, “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
As the referee throws his hands up to signal the doctors and trainers, Stevens looks down at his bloody wrapped hands and stares coldly into the camera.
Scott Stevens: This is only the beginning, doesn’t matter who you are; Black, Max, Scotty, DeNucci…..MICHAEL. You all will end up like him because nothing and I mean NOTHING survives the Scorpion’s STING!!!
Stevens slides out of the ring and heads up the ramp.
Benny Newell: His real name is about to be mud when Stevens stomps a mud hole in him.
The lights go down as the beginning chords of “Revolution Smile” by Bonethrower begin to rumble over the PA speakers. Havoc makes his way onto the stage followed by his manager Jesse.
Joe Hoffman: Havoc looking confident for a virtual unknown on the prime time stage.
Benny Newell: I think I see piss running down his leg Hoffman. Can we get someone to zoom in?
The pair take a look at the crowd before heading down the ramp and to the ring. Jesse heads up the steps, Havoc not far behind, and walks on the edge of the ring to the center. Jesse sits on the middle rope, and lifts the top rope to allow Havoc to enter the ring. Havoc walks directly to the center of the ring and surveys the crowd.
Joe Hoffman: Havoc looking confident standing in there.
Benny Newell: He’s about to be as confident as a Polish sausage meeting an asshole.
Joe Hoffman: BENNY!!!!!!!!
Benny Newell: What?
Joe Hoffman: Careful saying that.
Benny Newell: I didn’t mention any names.
Jesse steps off the edge of the ring, and stands outside waiting for his opponent to enter.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 247lbs, he is HAAAAAAVOOOOOC!!!!!!
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. Chris Benoit level booing 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 jeering intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out “The Venomous One.”
Joe Hoffman: Tonight is the first time we have seen or heard from Stevens since ICONIC.
Benny Newell: Yep, he could have been killed by that taxi that hit him but he had a guardian angel on his side for sure.
Joe Hoffman: Apparently not with what happened next….
Benny Newell: What was that?
Joe Hoffman: You know…..the sausage incident.
Benny Newell: Don’t know what you are talking about.
Joe Hoffman: Benny, you just mentioned it a few minutes ago.
Benny Newell: Never happened Hoffman. Listen to me carefully….NEVER. HAPPENED!
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.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 256lbs, he is “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Ding. Ding.
Stevens steps to the center of the ring and stares coldly at Havoc.
Joe Hoffman: By the expression on Stevens’ face he is not in the mood for games.
Havoc simply smirks and with the encouragement of his manager Jesse locks up with the former ICON and LSD champion and puts him in a side headlock before taking him to the ground and paint brushing his head before getting up twirling around and celebrating with Jesse.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think that’s smart to make him even madder than he is now.
Havoc turns towards Stevens….
Joe Hoffman: Remember the Alamo super kick!!!!!!!!!!!
Benny Newell: I’ll drink to that. DRINK!
Havoc staggers back against the ropes and propels forward and meets a boot to the gut.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting coming up?
Stevens picks up Havoc and holds him up.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens letting all the blood rush to his head.
Benny Newell: Keeps holding him any longer I may run out of booze.
Stevens drops Havoc with a brain buster and mounts Havoc and begins lighting his face up with hard right hands.
Benny Newell: Turn that fucker’s face into sausage patties.
Joe Hoffman: Benny!!!!!
Benny Newell: What?!?!?
Boettcher begins to count.
1.
2.
3.
4.
Stevens stops punching to break the count only to begin punching once again.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens pounding out his frustrations on Havoc’s face.
Benny Newell: I usually take out my frustrations on a hooker’s anal cavity. Speaking of…I need to call Sheila back.
Boettcher begins to count again.
1.
2.
3.
4.
Stevens stops punching to break the count only to begin right away.
Joe Hoffman: Come on ref get in there.
Benny Newell: Hell no Hoffhole, let Stevens beat the shit out of this rook so he can earn his stripes. DRINK.
Boettcher begins to count again.
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
Stevens doesn’t break and Boettcher pulls him off of Havoc and Stevens gets in his face.
Joe Hoffman: About time Boettcher does something.
Benny Newell: I think he is overstepping his bounds, to be honest.
Stevens tells Boettcher to move as he makes him back over to the downed Havoc who has been busted open now.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens looking to finish him here.
Benny Newell: Awwwww man! I was starting to get a chub from the beat down.
Stevens picks him up and kicks him in the gut.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting!
Benny Newell: DRINK!
Instead of going for the pin, Stevens reaches down and picks up the bloodied Havoc and powerbombs him into the nearest corner.
Joe Hoffman: Boettcher should stop this match, Stevens is killing this kid.
Stevens runs to the exact opposite corner and runs towards Havoc who is hanging in the corner like a limp dick.
Joe Hoffman: Stinger Splash.
Benny Newell: Sheila took a splash in my cum bath after I gave her the stinger Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Why do I even come to work.
Benny Newell: What was that?
Joe Hoffman: Nothing.
Stevens does this two more times before dragging the former backyard wrestler and placing him between his and nailing a ring shaking piledriver.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens could have just broken his neck with that move.
Benny Newell: Excellent.
Stevens picks up Havoc again and shakes the ring once more with another piledriver as the crowd is going insane.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is looking to hurt this young man.
Benny Newell: Of course he is Hoffhole! Stevens is no stepping stone to anyone!
Crowd: One more time. One more time. One more time.
Joe Hoffman: This crowd is sick.
Benny Newell: I love this crowd.
Joe Hoffman: You would.
Benny Newell: DRINK!
Stevens obliges the ground with another piledriver, this time a sit-out Tombstone piledriver.
Joe Hoffman: Scorpion Driver! That’s it, Havoc’s dead.
Benny Newell: I think I just released my load prematurely.
Havoc’s face now is the proverbial crimson mask and Stevens begins pounding his face again with right hands.
Joe Hoffman: Stop him dammit!!!!
Boettcher dives onto Stevens to break it up and calls a stop to the match as Havoc’s body has gone limp.
Joe Hoffman: Thank God this is over.
Benny Newell: I need a smoke Hoffman.
Bryan McVay: And your winner by referee stoppage, “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
As the referee throws his hands up to signal the doctors and trainers, Stevens looks down at his bloody wrapped hands and stares coldly into the camera.
Scott Stevens: This is only the beginning, doesn’t matter who you are; Black, Max, Scotty, DeNucci…..MICHAEL. You all will end up like him because nothing and I mean NOTHING survives the Scorpion’s STING!!!
Stevens slides out of the ring and heads up the ramp.