Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 9, 2018 21:13:40 GMT
Bryan McVay: The following contest is a Grudge match booked by Assistant General Manager Ryan McKenna and scheduled for one fall.
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 a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag.
The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as a piano calmly plays throughout the PA system and “Til I Collapse” by Eminem begins to play. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas- Scott Stevens.
Bryan McVay: Coming to the ring first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 256lbs, he is the Scorpion- SCOOOOTT STEEEEVEEEEEENS!
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans 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 at the stage where his opponent will come out momentarily, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: There is so much history over the past couple years between Scott Stevens and Tara Davidson. He wants so desperately a victory over the Red Queen.
Benny Newell (sings badly): Have you heard about the lonesome loser…beaten by the red queen everytime!
The lights around the arena begin to flicker in a rainbow of colors…..blues, reds, pinks, purples, oranges, greens….then it stops, the lights come back on and the music fades. The arena goes pitch black and a single spotlight shines down above the entrance ramp and the white lights fades to the color red. The High Octane Vision comes alive and is the color red and the liquid graphic sloshes over the screen and white letter begins to appear.
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The opening of “Blood” by In This Moment begins to play throughout the arena and Tara…
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… doesn’t appear.
Joe Hoffman: And Tara hasn’t come out yet.
Benny Newell: Doesn’t matter. She’s the Red Queen and she can show up whenever the fuck she wants to.
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Now some in the crowd begin to murmur. Stevens paces back and forth in the ring like a caged tiger ready to attack, his focus squarely on the stage.
Joe Hoffman: Something isn’t right, Benny. She’s never-
Benny Newell: Here she comes Hoffhole! I told…
The crowd gasps as two EPU guards carry Tara by her shoulders and drag her onto the stage. Who’s right behind them? Caeser Mario Maurako and he’s carrying a bucket with him. The HOW faithful immediately begin to boo Maurako who responds with the classic one finger salute.
The color of Tara’s face is pale white and she appears to be under the weather.
Benny Newell: Fucking Mario! What in Lee Best’s name has he done?
Joe Hoffman: I don’t know Benny. She almost looks…
Tara suddenly throws up on the stage. Mario reacts fast and shoves the bucket below her for the vomit to land into.
Joe Hoffman: …sick.
After she’s done throwing up, Maurako points to the ring and orders the two EPU guards to continue to drag a woozy Tara forward. Behind them on the stage, Bert the Janitor comes out with a mop and a bucket to clean up the mess left behind.
Benny Newell: This is bullshit Hoffman. She’s in no condition to wrestle here tonight. This is Mario Maurako’s fucking doing!
With Stevens watching and licking his chops, the guards roll the clearly ill Red Queen into the ring. Maurako directs traffic from the outside. One guard places a bucket in her corner while the other pulls Tara up to her feet and leans her back on the turnbuckle. Maurako claps his approval and then shouts at McVay to get the introduction finished and the match underway. He and the EPU then return to the back.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent from Los Angeles, California weighing in tonight at 120lbs. She is a former HOW World and HOW World Tag Team Champion… here is The Red Queen TARA DAVIDSON!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: I’m afraid this isn’t going to be much of a grudge match.
Benny Newell: Bullshit! Sick or not sick, Tara still will tear a new one into the Lonesome Loser…DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: We’re about to see whether or not she will as referee Joel Hortega is just about done checking the wrestlers.
Benny Newell: She just coughed up a massive phlegm ball Hoffman.
Horrified…or grossed out…hard to tell, Hortega steps back from Tara after she sneezes all over him and tries to clean the mucus out of his hair. Tara spits the rest of the phlegm into the bucket and tries to steady herself.
Benny Newell: Reminds me of a drinking binge I partook in back in 2004.
Joe Hoffman: Tara looks completely miserable Benny.
Benny Newell: She can do it. I know she can. Maybe if I start clapping, Tara will magically come back to life.
Benny starts to clap his hands.
Hair sufficiently de-phlegmed, Hortega calls for the bell and we’re off.
Like a shot, Tara bolts across the ring and launches herself feet first at Stevens, driving them into the Scorpion’s stomach.
Benny Newell: See! It’s working!
Joe Hoffman: Missile Dropkick by the Red Queen right out of the box and that connected to Stevens’s midsection!
Benny Newell: I told you Hoffman. She’s the fucking Red Queen and barf or no barf there’s no way in hell she’s going to lose to Scott Stevens. I believe.
Benny claps harder.
Benny Newell: I believe. I believe. I believe.
With Stevens bent over and seemingly hurt, Tara sets herself and tries to end the match right then and there with the Goodnight Kiss. But Stevens drops to his knees and Tara whiffs on the scissors kick. Stevens then wraps his arms around her waist, stands back up, and flings her over his head face first into the corner turnbuckle.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens slingshots Tara into the corner turnbuckle. She’s hurt and…TOXIC STING!
Benny Newell: Oh shit.
Benny stopped clapping after Tara staggered out of the corner right into Stevens’s waiting arms as the Texan grabbed the back of her neck, turned and dropped to the mat.
Benny Newell: Fuck…fuck…fuck…
Joe Hoffman: That should do it…
Stevens pulls Tara up brusquely by her hair. He takes an inverted facelock and plants her with a falling reverse DDT.
Joe Hoffman: SCORPION DEATH DROP!
Benny Newell: Dammit!
Tara’s splayed out on the mat. But Stevens makes no movement towards pinning her.
Joe Hoffman: Why isn’t Stevens making the cover?
With a huge smirk on his face, Stevens pushes himself back up and slowly walks around the Red Queen. He bends down and lifts Tara up into a fireman’s carry. Then he throws her off his shoulders and drives her head to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Houston We Have a Problem!
Benny Newell: Just end it. End it already.
Hortega spots Tara’s foot resting on the bottom rope.
Joe Hoffman: Hortega calls for the break. But can Tara somehow pull herself back up to her feet?
Stevens backs up momentarily. He then goes forward and pulls Tara up off the mat and stands her in the corner.
Joe Hoffman: A little show of sportsmanship from Stevens?
Benny Newell: You’re kidding right?
The Scorpion steps back and unleashes a superkick.
Benny Newell: Yeah. Sportsmanship, Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Remember the Alamo!
Tara pirouettes before falling to the mat.
Benny Newell: Fuck Stevens. This is about payback Hoffman. This is about the bloody tampon. This is about all the times he lost to Jace and Tara. This is his golden chance to get revenge, to get back at Tara Davidson for everything and it’s bullshit. She’s obviously sick and not in any condition to be wrestling her tonight. She shouldn’t be out there in the fucking first place.
After Stevens stares down at Tara and admires his handiwork, he suddenly decides to climb up to the top of the corner turnbuckle.
Joe Hoffman: Now what is he doing?
Stevens balances himself on the top turnbuckle and prepares to jump.
Joe Hoffman: He’s going for the 450 splash? Are you kidding me?
Benny Newell: All right, I can’t take this fucking bullshit anymore.
Benny gets up and takes off his headphones.
Joe Hoffman: Benny, what are you doing?
Benny jumps onto the ring apron and points an angry finger at Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Benny Newell has gone up to the ring and he is shouting at Scott Stevens.
Stevens looks down incredulously and bemusedly at Benny as the HOW Hall of Fame announcer unleashes his verbal arsenal and berates him with all kinds of colorful metaphors- most of which are anatomically impossible to do. Meanwhile, Tara stirs a little on the floor. She reaches for the bottom rope with her hand.
Joe Hoffman: She’s still alive. She’s still fighting.
Stevens spots Tara inching towards the ropes and hops down from the turnbuckle. He grabs both legs and yanks her away from the ropes back in the middle of the ring. Then looking Benny straight in the eye, Stevens mouths ‘fuck you,’ steps in between Tara’s legs, steps over, flips her on her stomach, and leans back as far as he can.
Joe Hoffman: SHARPSHOOTER! That’s gotta do it!
What fire Tara had left was quickly extinguished. Hortega slides to the mat and checks on her.
Joel Hortega: No mas?
No answer. No movement from the Red Queen. Hortega takes Tara’s left arm, raises and releases it. The arm falls right to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: She’s out folks.
Hortega raises her arm a second time- and gets the same result.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is going to do it.
Hortega raises the arm a third time- the arm falls to the mat. Hortega immediately calls for the bell.
[DING-DING-DING-DING]
Joe Hoffman: And that’s it. Finally, Scott Stevens get the victory he’s so desperately wanted. He finally defeats his longtime nemesis Tara Davidson.
Hortega goes over to lift Stevens arm in triumph. However, the Texan angrily pushes him aside and keeps the Sharpshooter locked in.
Joe Hoffman: Wait a minute. Stevens is not letting up on the hold.
Hortega tells Stevens to break the hold. Stevens shakes his head no and refuses.
Joe Hoffman: Referee Joel Hortega is trying to get Stevens to let Tara go but he’s not having any of that.
Benny begins to go crazy on the ring apron after Stevens ignores Hortega’s admonishments. The Scorpion flips off Benny and leans back even more putting more pressure on Tara’s back.
Joe Hoffman: Look, I understand Stevens’s frustration with the Davidsons, but this is not the way to go about it.
Hortega again signals the bell keeper.
[DING-DING-DING-DING]
Joe Hoffman: Okay that’s enough, Scott. You’ve made your point.
The crowd starts booing Stevens- which has no effect on the Scorpion.
[DING-DING-DING-DING]
Joe Hoffman: Stevens still will not release the hold. And Benny Newell is about to climb into the-
A roar comes up from the crowd.
Joe Hoffman: …wait a minute!
HOW World Champion Jason P. Davidson races onto the stage and jumps down the stairs towards the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Here comes the HOW World Champion!
Stevens looks up and sees JPD on the way to the ring. He releases the hold, rolls out the other side, and grins as Davidson slides face first into the ring. JPD glares at Stevens as he goes right over to check on his wife. Stevens responds by flipping Davidson off as he slowly backs away from the ring.
Joe Hoffman: JPD makes the save. But no matter how you look at it, Scott Stevens still has a big win here tonight.
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 a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag.
The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as a piano calmly plays throughout the PA system and “Til I Collapse” by Eminem begins to play. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas- Scott Stevens.
Bryan McVay: Coming to the ring first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 256lbs, he is the Scorpion- SCOOOOTT STEEEEVEEEEEENS!
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans 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 at the stage where his opponent will come out momentarily, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: There is so much history over the past couple years between Scott Stevens and Tara Davidson. He wants so desperately a victory over the Red Queen.
Benny Newell (sings badly): Have you heard about the lonesome loser…beaten by the red queen everytime!
The lights around the arena begin to flicker in a rainbow of colors…..blues, reds, pinks, purples, oranges, greens….then it stops, the lights come back on and the music fades. The arena goes pitch black and a single spotlight shines down above the entrance ramp and the white lights fades to the color red. The High Octane Vision comes alive and is the color red and the liquid graphic sloshes over the screen and white letter begins to appear.
R.
E.
D.
Q.
U.
E.
E.
N.
The opening of “Blood” by In This Moment begins to play throughout the arena and Tara…
…
…
…
…
…
… doesn’t appear.
Joe Hoffman: And Tara hasn’t come out yet.
Benny Newell: Doesn’t matter. She’s the Red Queen and she can show up whenever the fuck she wants to.
…
…
…
…
…
…
Now some in the crowd begin to murmur. Stevens paces back and forth in the ring like a caged tiger ready to attack, his focus squarely on the stage.
Joe Hoffman: Something isn’t right, Benny. She’s never-
Benny Newell: Here she comes Hoffhole! I told…
The crowd gasps as two EPU guards carry Tara by her shoulders and drag her onto the stage. Who’s right behind them? Caeser Mario Maurako and he’s carrying a bucket with him. The HOW faithful immediately begin to boo Maurako who responds with the classic one finger salute.
The color of Tara’s face is pale white and she appears to be under the weather.
Benny Newell: Fucking Mario! What in Lee Best’s name has he done?
Joe Hoffman: I don’t know Benny. She almost looks…
Tara suddenly throws up on the stage. Mario reacts fast and shoves the bucket below her for the vomit to land into.
Joe Hoffman: …sick.
After she’s done throwing up, Maurako points to the ring and orders the two EPU guards to continue to drag a woozy Tara forward. Behind them on the stage, Bert the Janitor comes out with a mop and a bucket to clean up the mess left behind.
Benny Newell: This is bullshit Hoffman. She’s in no condition to wrestle here tonight. This is Mario Maurako’s fucking doing!
With Stevens watching and licking his chops, the guards roll the clearly ill Red Queen into the ring. Maurako directs traffic from the outside. One guard places a bucket in her corner while the other pulls Tara up to her feet and leans her back on the turnbuckle. Maurako claps his approval and then shouts at McVay to get the introduction finished and the match underway. He and the EPU then return to the back.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent from Los Angeles, California weighing in tonight at 120lbs. She is a former HOW World and HOW World Tag Team Champion… here is The Red Queen TARA DAVIDSON!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: I’m afraid this isn’t going to be much of a grudge match.
Benny Newell: Bullshit! Sick or not sick, Tara still will tear a new one into the Lonesome Loser…DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: We’re about to see whether or not she will as referee Joel Hortega is just about done checking the wrestlers.
Benny Newell: She just coughed up a massive phlegm ball Hoffman.
Horrified…or grossed out…hard to tell, Hortega steps back from Tara after she sneezes all over him and tries to clean the mucus out of his hair. Tara spits the rest of the phlegm into the bucket and tries to steady herself.
Benny Newell: Reminds me of a drinking binge I partook in back in 2004.
Joe Hoffman: Tara looks completely miserable Benny.
Benny Newell: She can do it. I know she can. Maybe if I start clapping, Tara will magically come back to life.
Benny starts to clap his hands.
Hair sufficiently de-phlegmed, Hortega calls for the bell and we’re off.
Like a shot, Tara bolts across the ring and launches herself feet first at Stevens, driving them into the Scorpion’s stomach.
Benny Newell: See! It’s working!
Joe Hoffman: Missile Dropkick by the Red Queen right out of the box and that connected to Stevens’s midsection!
Benny Newell: I told you Hoffman. She’s the fucking Red Queen and barf or no barf there’s no way in hell she’s going to lose to Scott Stevens. I believe.
Benny claps harder.
Benny Newell: I believe. I believe. I believe.
With Stevens bent over and seemingly hurt, Tara sets herself and tries to end the match right then and there with the Goodnight Kiss. But Stevens drops to his knees and Tara whiffs on the scissors kick. Stevens then wraps his arms around her waist, stands back up, and flings her over his head face first into the corner turnbuckle.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens slingshots Tara into the corner turnbuckle. She’s hurt and…TOXIC STING!
Benny Newell: Oh shit.
Benny stopped clapping after Tara staggered out of the corner right into Stevens’s waiting arms as the Texan grabbed the back of her neck, turned and dropped to the mat.
Benny Newell: Fuck…fuck…fuck…
Joe Hoffman: That should do it…
Stevens pulls Tara up brusquely by her hair. He takes an inverted facelock and plants her with a falling reverse DDT.
Joe Hoffman: SCORPION DEATH DROP!
Benny Newell: Dammit!
Tara’s splayed out on the mat. But Stevens makes no movement towards pinning her.
Joe Hoffman: Why isn’t Stevens making the cover?
With a huge smirk on his face, Stevens pushes himself back up and slowly walks around the Red Queen. He bends down and lifts Tara up into a fireman’s carry. Then he throws her off his shoulders and drives her head to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Houston We Have a Problem!
Benny Newell: Just end it. End it already.
Hortega spots Tara’s foot resting on the bottom rope.
Joe Hoffman: Hortega calls for the break. But can Tara somehow pull herself back up to her feet?
Stevens backs up momentarily. He then goes forward and pulls Tara up off the mat and stands her in the corner.
Joe Hoffman: A little show of sportsmanship from Stevens?
Benny Newell: You’re kidding right?
The Scorpion steps back and unleashes a superkick.
Benny Newell: Yeah. Sportsmanship, Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Remember the Alamo!
Tara pirouettes before falling to the mat.
Benny Newell: Fuck Stevens. This is about payback Hoffman. This is about the bloody tampon. This is about all the times he lost to Jace and Tara. This is his golden chance to get revenge, to get back at Tara Davidson for everything and it’s bullshit. She’s obviously sick and not in any condition to be wrestling her tonight. She shouldn’t be out there in the fucking first place.
After Stevens stares down at Tara and admires his handiwork, he suddenly decides to climb up to the top of the corner turnbuckle.
Joe Hoffman: Now what is he doing?
Stevens balances himself on the top turnbuckle and prepares to jump.
Joe Hoffman: He’s going for the 450 splash? Are you kidding me?
Benny Newell: All right, I can’t take this fucking bullshit anymore.
Benny gets up and takes off his headphones.
Joe Hoffman: Benny, what are you doing?
Benny jumps onto the ring apron and points an angry finger at Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Benny Newell has gone up to the ring and he is shouting at Scott Stevens.
Stevens looks down incredulously and bemusedly at Benny as the HOW Hall of Fame announcer unleashes his verbal arsenal and berates him with all kinds of colorful metaphors- most of which are anatomically impossible to do. Meanwhile, Tara stirs a little on the floor. She reaches for the bottom rope with her hand.
Joe Hoffman: She’s still alive. She’s still fighting.
Stevens spots Tara inching towards the ropes and hops down from the turnbuckle. He grabs both legs and yanks her away from the ropes back in the middle of the ring. Then looking Benny straight in the eye, Stevens mouths ‘fuck you,’ steps in between Tara’s legs, steps over, flips her on her stomach, and leans back as far as he can.
Joe Hoffman: SHARPSHOOTER! That’s gotta do it!
What fire Tara had left was quickly extinguished. Hortega slides to the mat and checks on her.
Joel Hortega: No mas?
No answer. No movement from the Red Queen. Hortega takes Tara’s left arm, raises and releases it. The arm falls right to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: She’s out folks.
Hortega raises her arm a second time- and gets the same result.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is going to do it.
Hortega raises the arm a third time- the arm falls to the mat. Hortega immediately calls for the bell.
[DING-DING-DING-DING]
Joe Hoffman: And that’s it. Finally, Scott Stevens get the victory he’s so desperately wanted. He finally defeats his longtime nemesis Tara Davidson.
Hortega goes over to lift Stevens arm in triumph. However, the Texan angrily pushes him aside and keeps the Sharpshooter locked in.
Joe Hoffman: Wait a minute. Stevens is not letting up on the hold.
Hortega tells Stevens to break the hold. Stevens shakes his head no and refuses.
Joe Hoffman: Referee Joel Hortega is trying to get Stevens to let Tara go but he’s not having any of that.
Benny begins to go crazy on the ring apron after Stevens ignores Hortega’s admonishments. The Scorpion flips off Benny and leans back even more putting more pressure on Tara’s back.
Joe Hoffman: Look, I understand Stevens’s frustration with the Davidsons, but this is not the way to go about it.
Hortega again signals the bell keeper.
[DING-DING-DING-DING]
Joe Hoffman: Okay that’s enough, Scott. You’ve made your point.
The crowd starts booing Stevens- which has no effect on the Scorpion.
[DING-DING-DING-DING]
Joe Hoffman: Stevens still will not release the hold. And Benny Newell is about to climb into the-
A roar comes up from the crowd.
Joe Hoffman: …wait a minute!
HOW World Champion Jason P. Davidson races onto the stage and jumps down the stairs towards the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Here comes the HOW World Champion!
Stevens looks up and sees JPD on the way to the ring. He releases the hold, rolls out the other side, and grins as Davidson slides face first into the ring. JPD glares at Stevens as he goes right over to check on his wife. Stevens responds by flipping Davidson off as he slowly backs away from the ring.
Joe Hoffman: JPD makes the save. But no matter how you look at it, Scott Stevens still has a big win here tonight.