Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 9, 2018 21:23:07 GMT
The camera opens on the arena, with the ring already occupied by Ryan McKenna in his business attire and the crowd cheering as his entrance lighting returns to normal. He has a mic in hand, and takes a moment to take in the crowd noise before starting to speak.
Ryan McKenna: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Ryan McKenna, and I am the Assistant General Manager of High Octane Wrestling. Tonight, we look ahead towards our next PPV, Rumble at the Rock 8, and the main event featuring former World Champions, Hall of Famers, and Brian Hollywood battling it out inside Alcatraz for the most prestigious prize in professional wrestling. The HOW World Championship.
The crowd cheers again, and McKenna eventually has to clear his throat a few times to get everyone to die down again.
Joe Hoffman: With no Bryan McVay in sight, it seems our Assistant GM is the special guest announcer for this match. A demotion from Mario Maurako after the incident with Stevens earlier, do you think?
Benny Newell: Fuck no, he probably just loves the sound of his own voice.
Ryan McKenna: The following Lethal Lottery contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the final place in the Death Row match at Rumble at the Rock! Introducing first…
As everyone is looking at the stage awaiting the first participant, “Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO starts playing over the speakers as Christopher Diamond runs out from behind the curtain with all the energy in the world, selfie stick in hand.
Ryan McKenna: From Pure, Michigan, weighing in at 210lbs, CHRIS DIIIIIIIAMOND!
Benny Newell: Oh god…
Diamond high fives and takes selfies with fans on his way down the ramp, throwing his trademark visor into the crowd and taking a selfie with McKenna when he gets into the ring. As Diamond climbs the turnbuckle to pose, 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 loudly boos, as “Til I Collapse” by Eminem begins to play through the PA.
Ryan McKenna: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 256lbs, SCOOOOTT STEEEEVEEEEEENS!
The booing intensifies as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas, keeping his ice-cold eyes fixed on the people in the ring. Stevens climbs in one side of the ring, and McKenna climbs out the other side, leaving Joel Hortega to separate the participants as Stevens makes a throat slash gesture towards Diamond.
Joe Hoffman: Well folks, this is going to be an important match ahead of Rumble at the Rock, and with Stevens’ inclusion even more so. While the referee checks on these participants, it looks like McKenna is joining us on commentary.
Benny Newell: As if this match couldn’t get any- Hey Ryan, how’s it going?
Ryan McKenna: Care to finish that thought there, Benny?
Benny Newell: Nope, fuck this, I’m out.
While Benny gets up and leaves, inside the ring Joel Hortega calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING!
Stevens and Diamond forego the usual circling each other and jockeying for position, instead approaching each other until they’re nose to nose and mouthing off at each other. Diamond is the first to make a move, with an open hand slap across Stevens’ chops, but Stevens floors Diamond with a double-leg takedown and starts raining down fists until Hortega threatens to disqualify the Texan. Presumably, he does so in Spanish, but as the only other guy on the roster who knows the language Stevens gets up as instructed. He doesn’t give Diamond a chance to do the same, but perhaps playing possum, Diamond traps Stevens in a small package.
UNO…
DOS…
Joe Hoffman: And a kickout at two, smart move from Diamond there to open this match.
Ryan McKenna: I’m the same size as Diamond, I know what it’s like against Stevens in there. You’re quick or you’re dead, and Diamond’s got the right idea.
The two return to their feet and Stevens returns to the striking game, but Diamond bobs and weaves out of the way. He tries to counter with a punch of his own, but Stevens stops it dead with a knee to the gut, and takes Diamond overhead with a vertical suplex.
Ryan McKenna: Or not.
Stevens moves behind Diamond as he tries to get up, but when the big Texan goes for a German Suplex, Diamond grabs the ropes and holds on for dear life. When the German Suplex fails, Stevens goes for an overhand club, but Diamond counters with a back elbow. The follow up drop kick is less successful, as Stevens side steps it and attempts another German Suplex, this time succeeding and not breaking the hold afterwards.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens has slowed this match right down, and now it looks like Diamond is getting a visit from the Three Amigos.
Ryan McKenna: Pulling this off is a lot tougher than it looks, but if he hits all three, Diamond might not know where he is.
The second suplex is also successful, with Diamond taking a nasty landing right on the back of his head. However, somehow, someway, when Stevens goes for the third German Suplex, Diamond shifts his body weight forward and gets Stevens with a Victory Roll.
UNO…
DOS…
TRES!
NO!
Joe Hoffman: Chris Diamond was a millisecond away from punching his ticket to Alcatraz!
Ryan McKenna: Look at the look on his face though. Those German Suplexes took their toll in a big way.
Stevens is the first to his feet, with Diamond looking wobbly at the knees. Smirking, Stevens rocks Diamond with a left hand, as if toying with his prey. He turns around to taunt the crowd, but when he turns back around again, Diamond is ready for him.
Joe Hoffman: DIAMOND CUTTER!
Ryan McKenna: Reversed! Stevens pushed him away!
Diamond turns around and gets a kick to the gut for his troubles, and Stevens executes his own finisher.
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! Diamond might be out cold!
As McKenna leaves the commentary table, Stevens covers Diamond as Hortega makes the count.
UNO…
DOS…
TRES!
DING DING DING!
Ryan McKenna: Here is your winner, and the final entrant into the Rumble at the Rock Main Event… SCOOOOOTT STEEEEEEVEEEEEENS!
Stevens slaps his chest over his Texas tattoo with one hand as Joel Hortega raises the other, and takes his time celebrating as McKenna makes his way around the ring and gives him a slow clap. When Stevens exits the ring, he finds McKenna on the other side waiting, but McKenna cups his hands around Stevens’ ear and whispers something. Whatever it was, the two continue their conversation as they walk up the ramp, and the feed goes to commercial.
Ryan McKenna: Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Ryan McKenna, and I am the Assistant General Manager of High Octane Wrestling. Tonight, we look ahead towards our next PPV, Rumble at the Rock 8, and the main event featuring former World Champions, Hall of Famers, and Brian Hollywood battling it out inside Alcatraz for the most prestigious prize in professional wrestling. The HOW World Championship.
The crowd cheers again, and McKenna eventually has to clear his throat a few times to get everyone to die down again.
Joe Hoffman: With no Bryan McVay in sight, it seems our Assistant GM is the special guest announcer for this match. A demotion from Mario Maurako after the incident with Stevens earlier, do you think?
Benny Newell: Fuck no, he probably just loves the sound of his own voice.
Ryan McKenna: The following Lethal Lottery contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the final place in the Death Row match at Rumble at the Rock! Introducing first…
As everyone is looking at the stage awaiting the first participant, “Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO starts playing over the speakers as Christopher Diamond runs out from behind the curtain with all the energy in the world, selfie stick in hand.
Ryan McKenna: From Pure, Michigan, weighing in at 210lbs, CHRIS DIIIIIIIAMOND!
Benny Newell: Oh god…
Diamond high fives and takes selfies with fans on his way down the ramp, throwing his trademark visor into the crowd and taking a selfie with McKenna when he gets into the ring. As Diamond climbs the turnbuckle to pose, 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 loudly boos, as “Til I Collapse” by Eminem begins to play through the PA.
Ryan McKenna: And his opponent, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 256lbs, SCOOOOTT STEEEEVEEEEEENS!
The booing intensifies as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas, keeping his ice-cold eyes fixed on the people in the ring. Stevens climbs in one side of the ring, and McKenna climbs out the other side, leaving Joel Hortega to separate the participants as Stevens makes a throat slash gesture towards Diamond.
Joe Hoffman: Well folks, this is going to be an important match ahead of Rumble at the Rock, and with Stevens’ inclusion even more so. While the referee checks on these participants, it looks like McKenna is joining us on commentary.
Benny Newell: As if this match couldn’t get any- Hey Ryan, how’s it going?
Ryan McKenna: Care to finish that thought there, Benny?
Benny Newell: Nope, fuck this, I’m out.
While Benny gets up and leaves, inside the ring Joel Hortega calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING!
Stevens and Diamond forego the usual circling each other and jockeying for position, instead approaching each other until they’re nose to nose and mouthing off at each other. Diamond is the first to make a move, with an open hand slap across Stevens’ chops, but Stevens floors Diamond with a double-leg takedown and starts raining down fists until Hortega threatens to disqualify the Texan. Presumably, he does so in Spanish, but as the only other guy on the roster who knows the language Stevens gets up as instructed. He doesn’t give Diamond a chance to do the same, but perhaps playing possum, Diamond traps Stevens in a small package.
UNO…
DOS…
Joe Hoffman: And a kickout at two, smart move from Diamond there to open this match.
Ryan McKenna: I’m the same size as Diamond, I know what it’s like against Stevens in there. You’re quick or you’re dead, and Diamond’s got the right idea.
The two return to their feet and Stevens returns to the striking game, but Diamond bobs and weaves out of the way. He tries to counter with a punch of his own, but Stevens stops it dead with a knee to the gut, and takes Diamond overhead with a vertical suplex.
Ryan McKenna: Or not.
Stevens moves behind Diamond as he tries to get up, but when the big Texan goes for a German Suplex, Diamond grabs the ropes and holds on for dear life. When the German Suplex fails, Stevens goes for an overhand club, but Diamond counters with a back elbow. The follow up drop kick is less successful, as Stevens side steps it and attempts another German Suplex, this time succeeding and not breaking the hold afterwards.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens has slowed this match right down, and now it looks like Diamond is getting a visit from the Three Amigos.
Ryan McKenna: Pulling this off is a lot tougher than it looks, but if he hits all three, Diamond might not know where he is.
The second suplex is also successful, with Diamond taking a nasty landing right on the back of his head. However, somehow, someway, when Stevens goes for the third German Suplex, Diamond shifts his body weight forward and gets Stevens with a Victory Roll.
UNO…
DOS…
TRES!
NO!
Joe Hoffman: Chris Diamond was a millisecond away from punching his ticket to Alcatraz!
Ryan McKenna: Look at the look on his face though. Those German Suplexes took their toll in a big way.
Stevens is the first to his feet, with Diamond looking wobbly at the knees. Smirking, Stevens rocks Diamond with a left hand, as if toying with his prey. He turns around to taunt the crowd, but when he turns back around again, Diamond is ready for him.
Joe Hoffman: DIAMOND CUTTER!
Ryan McKenna: Reversed! Stevens pushed him away!
Diamond turns around and gets a kick to the gut for his troubles, and Stevens executes his own finisher.
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! Diamond might be out cold!
As McKenna leaves the commentary table, Stevens covers Diamond as Hortega makes the count.
UNO…
DOS…
TRES!
DING DING DING!
Ryan McKenna: Here is your winner, and the final entrant into the Rumble at the Rock Main Event… SCOOOOOTT STEEEEEEVEEEEEENS!
Stevens slaps his chest over his Texas tattoo with one hand as Joel Hortega raises the other, and takes his time celebrating as McKenna makes his way around the ring and gives him a slow clap. When Stevens exits the ring, he finds McKenna on the other side waiting, but McKenna cups his hands around Stevens’ ear and whispers something. Whatever it was, the two continue their conversation as they walk up the ramp, and the feed goes to commercial.