Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 9, 2018 21:36:36 GMT
The HOTv comes alive in the House of Maurako as pyro roars high above the cheering crowd. The cameras slowly pan in over the audience toward the stage as we are treated to the opening spectacle that is HOW Monday Night Mayhem!
THE CONQUEROR REIGNS
#AwkwardZion
APPLEBEES CHANGED MY LIFE
#Cannon
Safety Tip: Don’t Fight Max
The cameras quickly pan to the stage and then to ring side where Hall of Fame announcing team Benny Newell and Joe Hoffman are standing by.
Joe Hoffman: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to HOW presents Monday Night Mayhem here at the House of Maurako, Minneapolis Minnesota! I’m Joe Hoffman and this is, as always, my hall of famer co-announcer, the Indie Legend, “Buff” Benny Newell!
Benny Newell: I get to say Fuck on my job and get shitfaced. I don’t have any reason to be depressed! Ptth! Cha.. ptth.. whatever..
Joe Hoffman: I never said anything about depression?
Benny Newell: oh.. fuck you, Hoffman! I need a drink!
The lights inside the House of Maurako go pitch black while 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. Stevens slowly makes his way out onto the stage, his intensity intensifying! The fans meet the man who handily defeated home town favorite at Simply Marvelous with a mixed reaction. Though boos certainly linger in the air there is definitely a strong undercurrent of cheers and echoes of chants in support of him.
Benny Newell: This mother fucker right here is probably the most hated fucks in this city!
Joe Hoffman: I wouldn’t say that for certain, Benny, the fans here are showing more support than you might expect.
Making his way down to the ring the big Texan seems to break that strong, focused expression as he allows himself a smile, cheers slowly starting to drown out the boos. Getting into the ring Stevens holds his hands high posing in the center of the ring.
“The Gauntlet” by Simon Viklund flood over the P.A. immediately cutting “Til I Collapse” off. The red lights quickly fade to blue as Ryan McKenna makes his way out to the ring with a #BLU97 hoodie on. He takes a moment to stand on the stage before he heads straight to the ring with a deliberate, steady pace. The fans off an assorted collection of cheers and boos however McKenna seems to pay it no attention.
Joe Hoffman: McKenna might be out a weight class in this particular match but you can be sure his speed and technical prowse will more than make up for it.
Benny Newell: Fast is great in handjobs, Hoffman, but against the raw power of a Texan bull fucker like Stevens, and he doesn’t have a chance!
Joe Hoffman: That’s.. nice.
Ryan quickly jumps onto the apron and steps between the ropes where he b lines directly for his corner, crouching down in it before removing his hoodie, preparing himself for the match.
The bell sounds as Stevens, the far larger of the two contestants, looks to press his obvious advantage with a quick attempt at a lock up. McKenna’s speed serves him well as he steps under the grab attempt and fires a quick snap kick to Steven’s leg which the big Texan no sells, spinning back around and sizing up the smaller man.
Joe Hoffman: McKenna’s speed, as I said earlier, really playing a hand to this early parts of this match.
Benny Newell: And look! It doesn’t even phase a man like Stevens!
The two circle each other as Stevens once again jumps in to go for a tie up only to have McKenna repeat his previous evasion followed by another lightning fast kick to Steven’s right leg. The kick gives Steven’s pause this time as he nearly trips up. McKenna, seeing the sudden opening, switches his footing and sends another snap kick into the back of Steven’s knee.
CRACK!
Joe Hoffman: McKenna chopping down some wood right now with those kicks!
Steven’s roars out in pain this time but stays on his feet and swings a huge right hand towards Ryan’s head. The smaller man skillfully dodges and sends another snap kick directly into the side of Steven’s right knee which manages to take the leg out from under the big man who is forced to hop on one leg, balancing himself as to avoid falling down.
Ryan takes to the ropes and crashes into the big Texan with a spinning heel kick that takes both men down!
Benny Newell: Fuck that! If that was me I wouldn’t have fucking fell on my ass! Stevens is a shitty Big Man! DRINK!
Ryan keeps pressing his advantage, climbing back to his feet and focusing his offensive toward Steven’s knee. The match pace slowing down to a methodical dissection by McKenna who aims to make a lasting impression on Stevens. Stevens is punished with a series of brutal submissions however none of them are enough to force a submission.
Joe Hoffman: McKenna knows just how to hit Stevens right now and takes the power game out of the power man’s arsenal! Great awareness being shown by McKenna right now.
McKenna works Stevens into the corner and begins once again focusing on his opponent’s right knee using ropes for leverage. Warned to step down several times by Hortega, McKenna finally backs off Stevens who stumbles forward gingerly doing his best to keep off his right leg.
Joe Hoffman: Ryan is throwing everything he has into this attacks and Stevens hasn’t found a moment’s rest to collect his thoughts since this match began!
Understanding Steven’s weakness, Ryan stays outside of the big man’s reach while sending kicks to the knee. Finally rushing in, McKenna manages to stagger Stevens with a quick dropkick to the chest! McKenna is back into the ropes and collides into Stevens with a big clothesline but Stevens won’t go down! McKenna flies into the ropes again!
CRASH!
Benny Newell: POWER GAAAAAAME!
This time Stevens is ready for McKenna and he catches the smaller man in a sidewalk slam!
Stevens finally has McKenna at the disadvantage and abuses the fact with a series of clubbing arms down across Ryan’s shoulders. Stevens continues to focus on McKenna’s back, knocking to the ground and sending some punishing knees into the small of his back.
Benny Newell: You see that, Hoffman?! That’s why Power always beats Speed! I mean, even Stevens can understand that right now!
Dragging McKenna up Stevens tosses him like a rag doll with a vicious German suplex. McKenna lands on the back of his head, rolling over and landing on his gut due to the tremendous amount of momentum the suplex had.
Stevens makes his way gingerly to McKenna and drops down for the pin!
UNO!
DOS!
Kickout!
Joe Hoffman: The power game of Stevens is really playing out really well much to the detriment of McKenna.
Benny Newell: Yeah, power.. better then.. speed! Wikipedia that shit, DRINK!
Stevens stands back up onto his feet, dragging his opponent up before he manhandles him into a backbreaker, driving his opponent’s back down as the whole of the crowd lets out a collective “Ooooooooh!”. Ryan screams out in pain as Stevens once again attempts a pin fall.
UNO!
DOS!!
KICKOUT!
Joe Hoffman: A near fall there from Stevens who is really just punishing McKenna right.
Despite being in considerable pain, McKenna refuses to give up. Stevens hauls McKenna into the corner where he continues to punish his opponent with a series of stiff forearms. The Big Texan uses his weight advantage to crush his smaller opponent with some particularly aggressive shoulders to the gut.
McKenna crumbles out of the corner onto the ground holding his gut as Stevens taunts him. Dragging McKenna back up to his feet only to snap him over with a belly to belly suplex! McKenna’s body crumbles under Stevens who keeps his arms wrapped around his opponent. Stevens powers back up to his feet, though gingerly attempting to keep the weight off his right leg.
Benny Newell: Basically, Hoffman, Stevens is turning McKenna into his long haired Scottish Bitch. This reminds me of this one time, I was in Taiwan and this chick with a dick was all like-
Joe Hoffman: Thank you, Benny, for the riveting story.
Stevens powers McKenna down into another belly to belly suplex, driving the wind out of his opponent. The Texan releases his hold on McKenna and stands up enjoying the series of cheers he has started to receive thanks to his brutal offensive. Once again Stevens allows himself a smile before he grabs his near lifeless opponent up off the ground.
Stevens sets McKenna up for a Double Underhook Suplex..
McKenna frees his arms and drops down into a snap Dragon Screw to the right leg! Stevens roars out in pain as he is drag down to the apron! McKenna, looking dazed but focused, zeroes in on Stevens who is slowly, painfully, pulling himself up to his feet on one leg.
TORNADO DDT!
Joe Hoffman: MCKENNA WITH A TREMENDOUS COUNTER!
Benny Newell: Fast little fucker!
Stevens head is driven down into the apron with a thunderous crash! McKenna seems to be operating purely on instinct as he scrambles back up to his feet, collapsing into the corner which he slowly starts to drag himself up in.
McKenna’s expression is fiercely determined as he drags himself to the top rope while Stevens starts to stir, his hands at his head which is still ringing. McKenna slowly teeters at the top rope where he slowly turns, a recovering Scott Stevens well within leaping range.
SUPERNOVA!!!
Joe Hoffman: THIS IS IT! HE’S GOT STEVENS BEATEN!
The crowd roar in applause as McKenna executes the Supernova corkscrew moonsault! McKenna hooks the leg as Hortega hits the deck!
UNO!!
DOS!!!!
TRE-NOOO!
Benny Newell: WRONG HOFFMAN! HE DON’T GOT SHIT!
Stevens manages to power his left shoulder up just a baby’s breath away from a three count. McKenna’s expression still stays strong, defiant even as he seems to pull himself off Stevens. McKenna lands a few boots to Stevens before heading into the ropes, baseball slide kicking Stevens to the outside of the ring! The big man crashes down onto the outside of the ring like a rag doll, rolling up against the outer barricade.
Joe Hoffman: I’m not sure if I agree with this tactic.. looks like McKenna is going all or nothing against Stevens!
McKenna quickly slips out of the ring, propping Stevens up against the Barricade before showering a few gnarly chops across his chest. McKenna then takes back to the ring where he climbs to the top rope once again..
Joe Hoffman: HE’S AIRBORNE!!!
COMBO BREAK-
Stevens catches McKenna across his shoulders before dropping his opponent down onto the outside mat with a devastating..
HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM DVD!! McKenna gets folded up like an accordion before crumbling into a lifeless ball.
Benny Newell: POWER BEATS SPEED, HOFFMAN!
Stevens falls down to his knees, shaking the cobwebs free from his head before stumbling up onto his one good leg, dragging a lifeless McKenna up onto the canvas. Stevens rolls under the bottom rope before rolling up into a seated position in the corner where he can catch his breath and keep his eyes on a lifeless McKenna.
Benny Newell: Ah shit, Hoffman! Tell everyone what just fucking happened!
Joe Hoffman: Some how, Stevens, despite it all, managed to just about kill Ryan McKenna with a demented DVD to the outside area. I don’t know if McKenna has anything left in him at this point after suffering that devastating move.
As McKenna starts to show signs of life once again, Stevens also begins to move, his eyes locked on his opponent while his arms slowly prepare. Ryan staggers to his feet, leaning on the ropes as he slowly starts to search for his opponent..
TOXIC STING!!
Stevens executes Ryan with a perfect cutter!
Stevens hooks the leg..
Benny Newell: Uh oh, Hoffman! What did I say!?
UNO!!
DOS!!!!
TRESSSS!!!!!!!!
WINNER: SCOTT STEVENS IN 11 MINUTES 24 SECONDS!
Joe Hoffman: Power beats Speed, at least in this match. Stevens with a strong victory over Ryan McKenna.
Benny Newell: You’re damn, fucking, right.
As Stevens celebrated inside the ring with his arms raised, one astute cameraman noticed that Ryan had rolled himself out of the ring. The young Scotsman sat against the corner, despondent, but soon seemed to have an idea. He reached under the apron for a chair, sliding it into the ring before slowly pulling himself into the ring just as Stevens turned around to see him. The crowd watched and waited, a steel chair on the ground in the middle of the ring and Stevens and McKenna both staring at each other across it.
McKenna was the first to make a move, bending down towards the chair, but instead of picking it up he instead seemed to bow at Stevens. When Stevens didn’t budge, McKenna lifted his head and started shouting at the Texan.
Ryan McKenna: Come on man, put me out of my misery! Finish what you started!
McKenna bowed his head again, but Stevens still didn’t budge. If anything he relaxed, and when McKenna raised his head again he was met with Stevens extending his hand for a handshake.
Scott Stevens: Shake my hand, McKenna. You deserve this.
Joe Hoffman: I can’t imagine what’s going through either of these minds here tonight, Benny. Ryan seems to want Stevens to put him into a hospital again, but Stevens is having none of it. Do you think Stevens is being sincere?
Benny didn’t answer, and McKenna seemed to be thinking the same questions as he straightened up and looked into Stevens’ eyes. After a few tense seconds, McKenna shook Stevens’ hand, and Stevens raised McKenna’s arm. The crowd started cheering once more as the two former friends celebrated in the middle of the ring, and McKenna climbed onto the second rope and raised his arms to the crowd one last time.
Benny Newell: This is sickening, your career’s over! Get the fuck out the ring! Nobody cares!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t know Benny, the crowd seem to disagree.
McKenna pumped his fist one last time before dropping back onto the canvas and turning around to face Stevens…
…and Stevens levelled him with another Toxic Sting right onto the chair in the middle of the ring. The crowd immediately turned on Stevens, booing wildly as McKenna lay in the middle of the ring barely conscious. As Stevens lifted McKenna’s head off the chair, his nose was broken and bleeding profusely, and the young man was already on the verge of coughing up the blood. McKenna slowly managed to start getting to his feet, getting his hands and knees under him.
Joe Hoffman: That was totally uncalled for! Stevens already has the victory over McKenna, and McKenna is already leaving. What possible reason does Stevens have for sending him to the hospital again?!
Benny Newell: The little prick was asking for it, Hoffhole! Literally!
Just as McKenna started to rise from his hands and knees, Stevens ran against the ropes, jumping up and hitting McKenna with the Curb Stomp onto the chair for good measure.
Joe Hoffman: This is sickening behaviour from Stevens, we need to get help from the back as quickly as possible.
Stevens rolled out of the ring just as the medics rushed from the back, and turned to face the ring as he walked backwards up the ramp.
Scott Stevens: You deserved that, McKenna! Have fun in whatever Fisher Price will still take you!
The camera feed looked up at Stevens from below, with the HOV in the background showing McKenna in the ring as the #1 contender turned away from the ring and the feed faded backstage.
THE CONQUEROR REIGNS
#AwkwardZion
APPLEBEES CHANGED MY LIFE
#Cannon
Safety Tip: Don’t Fight Max
The cameras quickly pan to the stage and then to ring side where Hall of Fame announcing team Benny Newell and Joe Hoffman are standing by.
Joe Hoffman: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to HOW presents Monday Night Mayhem here at the House of Maurako, Minneapolis Minnesota! I’m Joe Hoffman and this is, as always, my hall of famer co-announcer, the Indie Legend, “Buff” Benny Newell!
Benny Newell: I get to say Fuck on my job and get shitfaced. I don’t have any reason to be depressed! Ptth! Cha.. ptth.. whatever..
Joe Hoffman: I never said anything about depression?
Benny Newell: oh.. fuck you, Hoffman! I need a drink!
The lights inside the House of Maurako go pitch black while 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. Stevens slowly makes his way out onto the stage, his intensity intensifying! The fans meet the man who handily defeated home town favorite at Simply Marvelous with a mixed reaction. Though boos certainly linger in the air there is definitely a strong undercurrent of cheers and echoes of chants in support of him.
Benny Newell: This mother fucker right here is probably the most hated fucks in this city!
Joe Hoffman: I wouldn’t say that for certain, Benny, the fans here are showing more support than you might expect.
Making his way down to the ring the big Texan seems to break that strong, focused expression as he allows himself a smile, cheers slowly starting to drown out the boos. Getting into the ring Stevens holds his hands high posing in the center of the ring.
“The Gauntlet” by Simon Viklund flood over the P.A. immediately cutting “Til I Collapse” off. The red lights quickly fade to blue as Ryan McKenna makes his way out to the ring with a #BLU97 hoodie on. He takes a moment to stand on the stage before he heads straight to the ring with a deliberate, steady pace. The fans off an assorted collection of cheers and boos however McKenna seems to pay it no attention.
Joe Hoffman: McKenna might be out a weight class in this particular match but you can be sure his speed and technical prowse will more than make up for it.
Benny Newell: Fast is great in handjobs, Hoffman, but against the raw power of a Texan bull fucker like Stevens, and he doesn’t have a chance!
Joe Hoffman: That’s.. nice.
Ryan quickly jumps onto the apron and steps between the ropes where he b lines directly for his corner, crouching down in it before removing his hoodie, preparing himself for the match.
The bell sounds as Stevens, the far larger of the two contestants, looks to press his obvious advantage with a quick attempt at a lock up. McKenna’s speed serves him well as he steps under the grab attempt and fires a quick snap kick to Steven’s leg which the big Texan no sells, spinning back around and sizing up the smaller man.
Joe Hoffman: McKenna’s speed, as I said earlier, really playing a hand to this early parts of this match.
Benny Newell: And look! It doesn’t even phase a man like Stevens!
The two circle each other as Stevens once again jumps in to go for a tie up only to have McKenna repeat his previous evasion followed by another lightning fast kick to Steven’s right leg. The kick gives Steven’s pause this time as he nearly trips up. McKenna, seeing the sudden opening, switches his footing and sends another snap kick into the back of Steven’s knee.
CRACK!
Joe Hoffman: McKenna chopping down some wood right now with those kicks!
Steven’s roars out in pain this time but stays on his feet and swings a huge right hand towards Ryan’s head. The smaller man skillfully dodges and sends another snap kick directly into the side of Steven’s right knee which manages to take the leg out from under the big man who is forced to hop on one leg, balancing himself as to avoid falling down.
Ryan takes to the ropes and crashes into the big Texan with a spinning heel kick that takes both men down!
Benny Newell: Fuck that! If that was me I wouldn’t have fucking fell on my ass! Stevens is a shitty Big Man! DRINK!
Ryan keeps pressing his advantage, climbing back to his feet and focusing his offensive toward Steven’s knee. The match pace slowing down to a methodical dissection by McKenna who aims to make a lasting impression on Stevens. Stevens is punished with a series of brutal submissions however none of them are enough to force a submission.
Joe Hoffman: McKenna knows just how to hit Stevens right now and takes the power game out of the power man’s arsenal! Great awareness being shown by McKenna right now.
McKenna works Stevens into the corner and begins once again focusing on his opponent’s right knee using ropes for leverage. Warned to step down several times by Hortega, McKenna finally backs off Stevens who stumbles forward gingerly doing his best to keep off his right leg.
Joe Hoffman: Ryan is throwing everything he has into this attacks and Stevens hasn’t found a moment’s rest to collect his thoughts since this match began!
Understanding Steven’s weakness, Ryan stays outside of the big man’s reach while sending kicks to the knee. Finally rushing in, McKenna manages to stagger Stevens with a quick dropkick to the chest! McKenna is back into the ropes and collides into Stevens with a big clothesline but Stevens won’t go down! McKenna flies into the ropes again!
CRASH!
Benny Newell: POWER GAAAAAAME!
This time Stevens is ready for McKenna and he catches the smaller man in a sidewalk slam!
Stevens finally has McKenna at the disadvantage and abuses the fact with a series of clubbing arms down across Ryan’s shoulders. Stevens continues to focus on McKenna’s back, knocking to the ground and sending some punishing knees into the small of his back.
Benny Newell: You see that, Hoffman?! That’s why Power always beats Speed! I mean, even Stevens can understand that right now!
Dragging McKenna up Stevens tosses him like a rag doll with a vicious German suplex. McKenna lands on the back of his head, rolling over and landing on his gut due to the tremendous amount of momentum the suplex had.
Stevens makes his way gingerly to McKenna and drops down for the pin!
UNO!
DOS!
Kickout!
Joe Hoffman: The power game of Stevens is really playing out really well much to the detriment of McKenna.
Benny Newell: Yeah, power.. better then.. speed! Wikipedia that shit, DRINK!
Stevens stands back up onto his feet, dragging his opponent up before he manhandles him into a backbreaker, driving his opponent’s back down as the whole of the crowd lets out a collective “Ooooooooh!”. Ryan screams out in pain as Stevens once again attempts a pin fall.
UNO!
DOS!!
KICKOUT!
Joe Hoffman: A near fall there from Stevens who is really just punishing McKenna right.
Despite being in considerable pain, McKenna refuses to give up. Stevens hauls McKenna into the corner where he continues to punish his opponent with a series of stiff forearms. The Big Texan uses his weight advantage to crush his smaller opponent with some particularly aggressive shoulders to the gut.
McKenna crumbles out of the corner onto the ground holding his gut as Stevens taunts him. Dragging McKenna back up to his feet only to snap him over with a belly to belly suplex! McKenna’s body crumbles under Stevens who keeps his arms wrapped around his opponent. Stevens powers back up to his feet, though gingerly attempting to keep the weight off his right leg.
Benny Newell: Basically, Hoffman, Stevens is turning McKenna into his long haired Scottish Bitch. This reminds me of this one time, I was in Taiwan and this chick with a dick was all like-
Joe Hoffman: Thank you, Benny, for the riveting story.
Stevens powers McKenna down into another belly to belly suplex, driving the wind out of his opponent. The Texan releases his hold on McKenna and stands up enjoying the series of cheers he has started to receive thanks to his brutal offensive. Once again Stevens allows himself a smile before he grabs his near lifeless opponent up off the ground.
Stevens sets McKenna up for a Double Underhook Suplex..
McKenna frees his arms and drops down into a snap Dragon Screw to the right leg! Stevens roars out in pain as he is drag down to the apron! McKenna, looking dazed but focused, zeroes in on Stevens who is slowly, painfully, pulling himself up to his feet on one leg.
TORNADO DDT!
Joe Hoffman: MCKENNA WITH A TREMENDOUS COUNTER!
Benny Newell: Fast little fucker!
Stevens head is driven down into the apron with a thunderous crash! McKenna seems to be operating purely on instinct as he scrambles back up to his feet, collapsing into the corner which he slowly starts to drag himself up in.
McKenna’s expression is fiercely determined as he drags himself to the top rope while Stevens starts to stir, his hands at his head which is still ringing. McKenna slowly teeters at the top rope where he slowly turns, a recovering Scott Stevens well within leaping range.
SUPERNOVA!!!
Joe Hoffman: THIS IS IT! HE’S GOT STEVENS BEATEN!
The crowd roar in applause as McKenna executes the Supernova corkscrew moonsault! McKenna hooks the leg as Hortega hits the deck!
UNO!!
DOS!!!!
TRE-NOOO!
Benny Newell: WRONG HOFFMAN! HE DON’T GOT SHIT!
Stevens manages to power his left shoulder up just a baby’s breath away from a three count. McKenna’s expression still stays strong, defiant even as he seems to pull himself off Stevens. McKenna lands a few boots to Stevens before heading into the ropes, baseball slide kicking Stevens to the outside of the ring! The big man crashes down onto the outside of the ring like a rag doll, rolling up against the outer barricade.
Joe Hoffman: I’m not sure if I agree with this tactic.. looks like McKenna is going all or nothing against Stevens!
McKenna quickly slips out of the ring, propping Stevens up against the Barricade before showering a few gnarly chops across his chest. McKenna then takes back to the ring where he climbs to the top rope once again..
Joe Hoffman: HE’S AIRBORNE!!!
COMBO BREAK-
Stevens catches McKenna across his shoulders before dropping his opponent down onto the outside mat with a devastating..
HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM DVD!! McKenna gets folded up like an accordion before crumbling into a lifeless ball.
Benny Newell: POWER BEATS SPEED, HOFFMAN!
Stevens falls down to his knees, shaking the cobwebs free from his head before stumbling up onto his one good leg, dragging a lifeless McKenna up onto the canvas. Stevens rolls under the bottom rope before rolling up into a seated position in the corner where he can catch his breath and keep his eyes on a lifeless McKenna.
Benny Newell: Ah shit, Hoffman! Tell everyone what just fucking happened!
Joe Hoffman: Some how, Stevens, despite it all, managed to just about kill Ryan McKenna with a demented DVD to the outside area. I don’t know if McKenna has anything left in him at this point after suffering that devastating move.
As McKenna starts to show signs of life once again, Stevens also begins to move, his eyes locked on his opponent while his arms slowly prepare. Ryan staggers to his feet, leaning on the ropes as he slowly starts to search for his opponent..
TOXIC STING!!
Stevens executes Ryan with a perfect cutter!
Stevens hooks the leg..
Benny Newell: Uh oh, Hoffman! What did I say!?
UNO!!
DOS!!!!
TRESSSS!!!!!!!!
WINNER: SCOTT STEVENS IN 11 MINUTES 24 SECONDS!
Joe Hoffman: Power beats Speed, at least in this match. Stevens with a strong victory over Ryan McKenna.
Benny Newell: You’re damn, fucking, right.
As Stevens celebrated inside the ring with his arms raised, one astute cameraman noticed that Ryan had rolled himself out of the ring. The young Scotsman sat against the corner, despondent, but soon seemed to have an idea. He reached under the apron for a chair, sliding it into the ring before slowly pulling himself into the ring just as Stevens turned around to see him. The crowd watched and waited, a steel chair on the ground in the middle of the ring and Stevens and McKenna both staring at each other across it.
McKenna was the first to make a move, bending down towards the chair, but instead of picking it up he instead seemed to bow at Stevens. When Stevens didn’t budge, McKenna lifted his head and started shouting at the Texan.
Ryan McKenna: Come on man, put me out of my misery! Finish what you started!
McKenna bowed his head again, but Stevens still didn’t budge. If anything he relaxed, and when McKenna raised his head again he was met with Stevens extending his hand for a handshake.
Scott Stevens: Shake my hand, McKenna. You deserve this.
Joe Hoffman: I can’t imagine what’s going through either of these minds here tonight, Benny. Ryan seems to want Stevens to put him into a hospital again, but Stevens is having none of it. Do you think Stevens is being sincere?
Benny didn’t answer, and McKenna seemed to be thinking the same questions as he straightened up and looked into Stevens’ eyes. After a few tense seconds, McKenna shook Stevens’ hand, and Stevens raised McKenna’s arm. The crowd started cheering once more as the two former friends celebrated in the middle of the ring, and McKenna climbed onto the second rope and raised his arms to the crowd one last time.
Benny Newell: This is sickening, your career’s over! Get the fuck out the ring! Nobody cares!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t know Benny, the crowd seem to disagree.
McKenna pumped his fist one last time before dropping back onto the canvas and turning around to face Stevens…
…and Stevens levelled him with another Toxic Sting right onto the chair in the middle of the ring. The crowd immediately turned on Stevens, booing wildly as McKenna lay in the middle of the ring barely conscious. As Stevens lifted McKenna’s head off the chair, his nose was broken and bleeding profusely, and the young man was already on the verge of coughing up the blood. McKenna slowly managed to start getting to his feet, getting his hands and knees under him.
Joe Hoffman: That was totally uncalled for! Stevens already has the victory over McKenna, and McKenna is already leaving. What possible reason does Stevens have for sending him to the hospital again?!
Benny Newell: The little prick was asking for it, Hoffhole! Literally!
Just as McKenna started to rise from his hands and knees, Stevens ran against the ropes, jumping up and hitting McKenna with the Curb Stomp onto the chair for good measure.
Joe Hoffman: This is sickening behaviour from Stevens, we need to get help from the back as quickly as possible.
Stevens rolled out of the ring just as the medics rushed from the back, and turned to face the ring as he walked backwards up the ramp.
Scott Stevens: You deserved that, McKenna! Have fun in whatever Fisher Price will still take you!
The camera feed looked up at Stevens from below, with the HOV in the background showing McKenna in the ring as the #1 contender turned away from the ring and the feed faded backstage.