Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 9, 2018 22:10:25 GMT
Friday Night Chaos returns from it’s final commercial of the night and focuses immediately on the ringside commentary duo of Joe Hoffman and “Big Buff” Benny Newell. Joe, as always, looks as professional as ever, while Benny is, surprisingly, reading a flier all about the state of Utah.
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back to Friday Night Chaos, folks! We are just seconds away from a Tag Team match that should be explosive, but first, I have to ask… What are you doing, Benny?!
Benny Newell: I’m reading about Utah, Joe. Did you know that citizens there are the most depressed in the US?
Joe looks puzzled, as Benny continues.
Benny Newell: It says here that the TV shows in Utah are – and I quote – “horrible, biased and full of drivel” with poor choreography.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t understand what your point is, Benny. What has Utah got to do with HOW? We’re in Chicago!
Benny Newell: Didn’t you hear, Joe? There was big news earlier today that someone got off the bus in Utah. They’ve got to be regretting it now. You can’t even call someone a faggot over there without getting arrested! Fucking pussies.
Joe Hoffman: Well, Benny, while I agree with you that it would be crazy to leave Chicago to move to Utah, I think there are much worse places you could live…
Benny Newell: Atlanta?!
Joe shakes his head, as Bryan McVay saves us from this random, irrelevant discussion between the Hall of Fame announcers.
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event of the evening. The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match!
Joe Hoffman: This should be a great match, Benny!
Bryan McVay: Introducing first: From Los Angeles, California. He is a former HOW World Champion, a five-time LSD Champion and a proud member of the High Octane Wrestling Hall of Fame… The LSD Legend…. SILEEEEEEEEEEENT…. WITNEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!
The crowd begins to boo, loudly, in anticipation of Silent Witness’ arrival, but it is replaced by a buzz of confusion as the LSD Legend fails to arrive.
Bryan McVay: … SILEEEEEEENT… WITNEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!
Once again, the Hall of Famer fails to appear and the crowd’s puzzlement is echoed by the lead announcer.
Joe Hoffman: Where the hell is Silent Witness?!
Benny Newell: Maybe he went to Utah?
Joe Hoffman: I think it’s safe to say there’s no chance he went to Utah, Benny.
Benny Newell: Well then maybe the blind fuck can’t find the entrance.
Bryan McVay consults the referee for a moment, before shrugging.
Bryan McVay: … Introducing next: From the great state of Texas… Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds… He is a former HOW ICON Champion and a member of Team HOW… The Scorpion… SCOTT… STEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENNNSSSS!!!!!!
The arena lights cut out and a laser show illuminates the stage, before “Texas Forever” lights up the High Octane Vision screen. Scott Stevens walks out to a rapturous ovation, as Eminem’s “Til I Collapse” blasts out of the arena’s public announcement system.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is fresh off of an impressive victory over at Boardwalk Wrestling, Benny, and these fans are full of appreciation for his efforts tonight.
Benny Newell: Why?! It’s only Boardwalk! Fuck them!
Joe shakes his head, as Stevens acknowledges the crowd with a raised right arm, drawing louder cheers, before heading down the ramp towards the ring.
Joe Hoffman: I’m still a little surprised by Silent Witness’ non-showing here, Benny. He is the captain of Team HOW and I expected him to form a formidable team with Scott Stevens tonight.
Benny Newell: Haven’t you heard, Joe?
Joe Hoffman: Heard what?
Benny Newell: … ABOUT THE LONESOME LOSER! BEATEN BY MAX AND JATT EVERY TIME!
As Joe Hoffman shakes his head, Scott Stevens reaches the ring floor and charges forward; sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. He quickly rises to his feet and raises his hands in the air; saluting the crowd. They respond with a further bust of cheers, before the music dies down; replaced by “I’m Alright” by Kenny Loggins. Jatt Starr makes his way out from the back, with Louis The Little Person quickly running out ahead of him.
Benny Newell: LOUIS!!! I fucking love that guy! DRINK!
As Benny knocks back a shot of Jack Daniel’s, Jatt smugly walks down the ramp to a loud cheer from the crowd, which quickly turns into a mixture of cheers and boos as Maximillian Kael, unbeknownst to the Ruler of Jattlantis, walks out onto the stage.
Benny Newell: MAX!!! I fucking love that guy! DRINK!
Benny pours himself another shot as Max looks down at Scott Stevens in the ring and tilts his head. Max begins to walk down the ramp, as Louis The Little Person runs up the ring steps and quickly enters the ring, before charging at Scott Stevens! Stevens fends him off in comical fashion; keeping his tiny attacker at arm’s length by placing an outstretched hand atop Louis’ forehead. Jatt Starr yells at Louis to get out of the ring and, reluctantly, the midget agrees; sliding out under the bottom rope as Max catches up with his tag team partner at ringside.
Bryan McVay: Introducing the opponents: At a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-four pounds… They are multiple-time World Champions and proud members of the High Octane Wrestling Hall of Fame… Jatt Starr and Max… KAEEEELLLLL!!!!
The duo enter the ring and stare at Scott Stevens, whom looks a little worried by the prospect of taking on such esteemed HOW alumni by himself.
Joe Hoffman: This does not look good for Scott Stevens, Benny.
Benny Newell: Good. Nobody likes him.
Joe Hoffman: Well, I don’t think that’s true. Nevertheless, he’s going it alone tonight, it seems.
Referee Matt Boettcher pads down the Hall of Famers, before turning his attention to Scott Stevens. As he checks the big Texan for any foreign objects, Max Kael steps out onto the apron, leaving Jatt Starr to start the match. Satisfied that the competitors are complying with the rules, he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Joe Hoffman: Here we go, folks…
Stevens steps forward, bearing down on the much shorter Jatt Starr and swinging wildly at the Guru of Jattmandu. Jatt ducks underneath, however, before side-stepping and delivering three quick blows to Stevens’ side. Jatt scurries away, out of range for retaliation, before displaying a little shadow boxing – including an Ali Shuffle that brings forth the cheers of the crowd once more!
Benny Newell: This is already better than MayPac!
Stevens doesn’t take kindly to the taunting, however, and rushes towards his opponent, taking him down with a tackle. Stevens mounts the fallen Starr and batters him with a barrage of left and right hands.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with his own boxing skills here, Benny!
Benny Newell: I’d say it’s more MMA, Joe. And anybody who does that MMA shit is a fucking cunt!
The referee steps in to pull Stevens away from Jatt, and Stevens rises to his feet. He argues with the referee for a moment, allowing his opponent the time he needs to climb back up to a vertical base. Stevens turns around, straight into a standing dropkick! Stevens staggers backwards, but remains on his feet as Jatt rises to his feet. Dazed, Stevens struggles to regain his focus as the Jattlantic City Idol charges forward, throwing a forearm to the Texan’s head. Stevens falls backward into the corner and Jatt takes a step back, before running towards the ropes and jumping up onto the middle rope. He springs off, before aiming another dropkick towards Stevens, which connects with the big man’s head!
Joe Hoffman: Beautiful springboard dropkick there from Jatt Starr!
Jatt covers the fallen Scott Stevens and the referee drops down for the count:
ONE…
Stevens powers out before the referee can even count to two; throwing Jatt off of him with an almighty display of force. Stevens is quick to his feet, followed by his opponent. Jatt charges at Stevens once more, but he is met with a powerful clothesline that sends the Hall of Famer sprawling!
Joe Hoffman: That clothesline may have knocked Jatt Starr out of his boots!
Benny Newell: Did I tell you my car broke down?
Joe Hoffman: W-… What? Pay attention to the match, Benny!
Jatt Starr scrambles to his corner and tags in Max Kael, whom quickly enters the ring and stalks his opponent; circling the ring with Scott Stevens following suit.
Benny Newell: Want to know how I got here tonight?
Joe Hoffman: Maximillian Kael and Scott Stevens are having something of a stand-off here, folks.
Benny Newell: I got on the FUCKING BUS, that’s HOW!
Max and Stevens simultaneously step forward, locking up for a brief moment, before Stevens tosses Max towards the corner with an impressive display of brute force and power. He follows up by rushing towards his opponent, but Max ducks away at the last second, sending Stevens into the turnbuckles. Max quickly follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head that sandwiches Stevens in the corner, before following up with a splash to crush him in there once more! Stevens staggers backwards, before Max sends him to the mat with a vicious clothesline!
Joe Hoffman: Kael is on fire here, Benny!
Benny Newell: What else would you expect from Lee Best’s only son?
Joe Hoffman: Only son? What about-
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Joe!
Max continues his assault with a series of stomps to Scott Stevens’ chest, before delivering a vicious stomp to his opponent’s head! Boettcher pushes him away from the Texan before berating Max, but the cold, calculating Hall of Famer is unmoved; looking beyond the referee, towards his opponent as Stevens rolls over onto all fours.
Joe Hoffman: The referee is not happy with Max here, Benny, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Before Benny can respond, Max shoves the referee out of the way and charges at Stevens as he begins to pull himself up, using the ropes. Max delivers a swift boot to the groin, which causes Stevens to double over in pain. Max uses the opportunity to deliver a DDT that sends Stevens back down to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: It’s moments like there where Scott Stevens needs his tag team partner. Where the hell is Silent Witness?!
Benny Newell: He’s a no-show, Joe. Nobody likes a no-show. Especially a fucking blind one!
Max doesn’t cover his opponent; instead, he walks over to his tag team partner and tags in Jatt Starr once more.
Joe Hoffman: Max and Jatt are clearly trying to keep the fresh man in the ring, to capitalize on their advantage. This is essentially a handicap match, folks!
Benny Newell: “Essentially”?! It’s a blatant handicap match, you fucking idiot! Maybe you should take a bus ride to Utah…
Joe Hoffman: I’d rather watch Blades of Glory, Benny.
Jatt enters the ring and quickly advances on the stricken Scott Stevens and covers his opponent; looking for a quick victory. Referee Matt Boettcher drops to the mat for the count:
ONE…
TWO…
TWO AND A LITTLE BIT…
TWO AND A LITTLE BIT MORE…
KICKOUT!
Because of course the match doesn’t end like that.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is displaying a toughness that nobody can disparage, Benny!
Jatt quickly climbs to his feet and looks down at his opponent. Without a moment’s hesitation, Jatt heads over to the corner and ascends the turnbuckles; steadying himself on the top.
Benny Newell: What the hell is he doing?! GET DOWN, JATT!
Jatt waits; watching as Scott Stevens first rolls over onto all fours, before staggering to his feet. Stevens turns around to face Jatt, as the Hall of Famer jumps off the top rope to deliver an incredible missile dropkick!
NO!!!
TOXIC
MOTHERFUCKING
STING!!!!!!
Stevens catches Jatt in mid-air to deliver his signature maneuver, before bouncing up to his feet and delivering a vicious clothesline to send a stunned Max Kael crashing to the outside!
Joe Hoffman: MY GOD! STEVENS! STEVENS! STEVENS!!!!
Stevens covers Jatt Starr and the crowd is on their feet, as Matt Boettcher drops to the mat for the count. They chant along, as the referee’s hand hits the canvas:
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!!
IS THE NUMBER THAT COMES AFTER TWO…
Boettcher’s hand slams against the canvas for the final time, before he calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!
The crowd bursts into an almighty cheer as they realize Scott Stevens has just defied the odds!
Joe Hoffman: SCOTT STEVENS! SCOTT STEVENS! SCOTT STEVENS! BY GOD ALMIGHTY, HE’S DONE IT! HE MAY BE LONESOME, BENNY, BUT HE SURE AS HELL ISN’T A LOSER! SCOTT STEVENS HAS JUST SINGLE-HANDEDLY BEATEN TWO OF THE GREATEST MEN EVER TO STEP FOOT IN AN HOW RING!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!
As Scott Stevens rises to his feet to the crowd’s adulation, his celebrations are cut short by a familiar sound blasting out of the PA system, which hasn’t been heard for a long, long time…
Back In Black.
Lee makes his way out from the behind the curtain to the exact same entrance music he came out to in 2002 on the very first High Octane show.
Now thirteen years later Lee is once again on the stage staring down to the ring while an arena filled with Chicago fans are literally standing waiting in anticipation to what the GOD of HOW is going to do.
Lee Best: Kudos to you Mr. Stevens. You know I got nothing but love for you………
Lee pauses as Max literally is standing about ten feet in front of Lee….Father and Adopted Son….staring each other down…..each with only one good eye.
Max slowly makes his way fully up the ramp and stops right next to Lee and turns towards his adopted father.
But the look that Lee gives Max makes it very clear that NOW and HERE is NOT the PLACE for whatever was about to happen.
With a knowing nod, Max continues towards the back as Lee turns back towards the ring.
Lee Best: As I was saying Mr. Stevens……you see…….you got all the talent in the world and you just proved it tonight by beating two men…TWO HALL OF FAMERS at that…….so I got nothing but respect for you…..on this night. But you are not why I am out here…..I am out here because of your partner……the Captain of the High Octane Team that will be taking on Boardwalk in a War Games match…..yes Silent Witness.
As if on cue….well of course its on fucking cue……a man appears from the back. He is a MONSTER of a man and he is dragging a body with him.
It doesn’t take long to figure out who the man being dragged is and who is the man doing the dragging.
Lee Best: Ladies and Gentlemen please provide a hearty welcome back to the land of High Octane…….RHYS TOWNSEND!!!!!
The cameras zoom in on Townsend who unceremoniously drops the arm of the man he is dragging……Silent Witness.
As the camera zooms in we notice blood dripping from the wrist of Townsend.
Lee Best: Ah yes…..do not worry….Townsend did not pull a Shane Reynolds in the back due to watching that Main Event…..no …….as you can see…..well…….he just got his property back.
The cameraman gets closer to Townsend who gladly holds up his wrist…….showing off a bloody watch….a Corporation watch.
The feed then cuts back to Lee who has the full attention of Scott Stevens and now Jatt Starr who is leaning up on the ringside barrier, recovering from the loss.
Lee Best: You honestly think I would let the man that SHOT me at last years War Games lead a team of MY Wrestlers into an interfed match?? Are you all that sick in the head?
Townsend and Lee share a hearty laugh at the ignorance of everyone.
Lee Best: Sorry to say it Stevens and those that thought they found a leader in Witness…………he has once again gone…….Silent.
Lee holds up his hand for a high five from Townsend for his awesome play on words and the big man awkwardly obliges.
Lee Best: The man standing to my right….Mr. Townsend….will be the one making sure you numnuts are all on the same fucking page as we head into that all important match against Boardwalk……and NO HE IS NOT COMPETITING!!
Lee pauses to allow that to sink in to everyone.
Lee Best: With that said….that does leave a spot open……a spot that has been filled by a man that I feel should have been drafted into the War Games World Title Match……but I digress……Mr. Stevens…….meet your teammate!!!
Stevens looks puzzled and then the sound of steel hitting skull echoes throughout the arena and Stevens turns towards the sound to see a man standing over the body of Hall of Famer Jatt Starr.
The man quickly slides into the ring and Stevens charges him but misses with a clothesline and as he turns around he is met with a chairshot to the skull as well.
Skull never wins vs. steel…and in the case that holds true as Stevens falls to the mat unconscious.
But the man is not done…..he picks up the lifeless body of Stevens and proceeds to nail him with an evenflow DDT.
Skull still didn’t win vs. steel.
Lee Best: Stevens…I know you cannot hear me……but when you watch this back….just in case you are a little groggy…..that is your new teammate……J STEVENSON!!!!!!!!!
Chaos finally comes to an end as Stevenson stands over the prone body of his War Games teammate.
The final image we see is once again Lee holding up his hand for a high five from Townsend and we are left wondering if Townsend left the GOD of HOW hanging as we fade to black.
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back to Friday Night Chaos, folks! We are just seconds away from a Tag Team match that should be explosive, but first, I have to ask… What are you doing, Benny?!
Benny Newell: I’m reading about Utah, Joe. Did you know that citizens there are the most depressed in the US?
Joe looks puzzled, as Benny continues.
Benny Newell: It says here that the TV shows in Utah are – and I quote – “horrible, biased and full of drivel” with poor choreography.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t understand what your point is, Benny. What has Utah got to do with HOW? We’re in Chicago!
Benny Newell: Didn’t you hear, Joe? There was big news earlier today that someone got off the bus in Utah. They’ve got to be regretting it now. You can’t even call someone a faggot over there without getting arrested! Fucking pussies.
Joe Hoffman: Well, Benny, while I agree with you that it would be crazy to leave Chicago to move to Utah, I think there are much worse places you could live…
Benny Newell: Atlanta?!
Joe shakes his head, as Bryan McVay saves us from this random, irrelevant discussion between the Hall of Fame announcers.
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our main event of the evening. The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match!
Joe Hoffman: This should be a great match, Benny!
Bryan McVay: Introducing first: From Los Angeles, California. He is a former HOW World Champion, a five-time LSD Champion and a proud member of the High Octane Wrestling Hall of Fame… The LSD Legend…. SILEEEEEEEEEEENT…. WITNEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!
The crowd begins to boo, loudly, in anticipation of Silent Witness’ arrival, but it is replaced by a buzz of confusion as the LSD Legend fails to arrive.
Bryan McVay: … SILEEEEEEENT… WITNEEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!
Once again, the Hall of Famer fails to appear and the crowd’s puzzlement is echoed by the lead announcer.
Joe Hoffman: Where the hell is Silent Witness?!
Benny Newell: Maybe he went to Utah?
Joe Hoffman: I think it’s safe to say there’s no chance he went to Utah, Benny.
Benny Newell: Well then maybe the blind fuck can’t find the entrance.
Bryan McVay consults the referee for a moment, before shrugging.
Bryan McVay: … Introducing next: From the great state of Texas… Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds… He is a former HOW ICON Champion and a member of Team HOW… The Scorpion… SCOTT… STEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENNNSSSS!!!!!!
The arena lights cut out and a laser show illuminates the stage, before “Texas Forever” lights up the High Octane Vision screen. Scott Stevens walks out to a rapturous ovation, as Eminem’s “Til I Collapse” blasts out of the arena’s public announcement system.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is fresh off of an impressive victory over at Boardwalk Wrestling, Benny, and these fans are full of appreciation for his efforts tonight.
Benny Newell: Why?! It’s only Boardwalk! Fuck them!
Joe shakes his head, as Stevens acknowledges the crowd with a raised right arm, drawing louder cheers, before heading down the ramp towards the ring.
Joe Hoffman: I’m still a little surprised by Silent Witness’ non-showing here, Benny. He is the captain of Team HOW and I expected him to form a formidable team with Scott Stevens tonight.
Benny Newell: Haven’t you heard, Joe?
Joe Hoffman: Heard what?
Benny Newell: … ABOUT THE LONESOME LOSER! BEATEN BY MAX AND JATT EVERY TIME!
As Joe Hoffman shakes his head, Scott Stevens reaches the ring floor and charges forward; sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. He quickly rises to his feet and raises his hands in the air; saluting the crowd. They respond with a further bust of cheers, before the music dies down; replaced by “I’m Alright” by Kenny Loggins. Jatt Starr makes his way out from the back, with Louis The Little Person quickly running out ahead of him.
Benny Newell: LOUIS!!! I fucking love that guy! DRINK!
As Benny knocks back a shot of Jack Daniel’s, Jatt smugly walks down the ramp to a loud cheer from the crowd, which quickly turns into a mixture of cheers and boos as Maximillian Kael, unbeknownst to the Ruler of Jattlantis, walks out onto the stage.
Benny Newell: MAX!!! I fucking love that guy! DRINK!
Benny pours himself another shot as Max looks down at Scott Stevens in the ring and tilts his head. Max begins to walk down the ramp, as Louis The Little Person runs up the ring steps and quickly enters the ring, before charging at Scott Stevens! Stevens fends him off in comical fashion; keeping his tiny attacker at arm’s length by placing an outstretched hand atop Louis’ forehead. Jatt Starr yells at Louis to get out of the ring and, reluctantly, the midget agrees; sliding out under the bottom rope as Max catches up with his tag team partner at ringside.
Bryan McVay: Introducing the opponents: At a combined weight of four hundred and sixty-four pounds… They are multiple-time World Champions and proud members of the High Octane Wrestling Hall of Fame… Jatt Starr and Max… KAEEEELLLLL!!!!
The duo enter the ring and stare at Scott Stevens, whom looks a little worried by the prospect of taking on such esteemed HOW alumni by himself.
Joe Hoffman: This does not look good for Scott Stevens, Benny.
Benny Newell: Good. Nobody likes him.
Joe Hoffman: Well, I don’t think that’s true. Nevertheless, he’s going it alone tonight, it seems.
Referee Matt Boettcher pads down the Hall of Famers, before turning his attention to Scott Stevens. As he checks the big Texan for any foreign objects, Max Kael steps out onto the apron, leaving Jatt Starr to start the match. Satisfied that the competitors are complying with the rules, he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Joe Hoffman: Here we go, folks…
Stevens steps forward, bearing down on the much shorter Jatt Starr and swinging wildly at the Guru of Jattmandu. Jatt ducks underneath, however, before side-stepping and delivering three quick blows to Stevens’ side. Jatt scurries away, out of range for retaliation, before displaying a little shadow boxing – including an Ali Shuffle that brings forth the cheers of the crowd once more!
Benny Newell: This is already better than MayPac!
Stevens doesn’t take kindly to the taunting, however, and rushes towards his opponent, taking him down with a tackle. Stevens mounts the fallen Starr and batters him with a barrage of left and right hands.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with his own boxing skills here, Benny!
Benny Newell: I’d say it’s more MMA, Joe. And anybody who does that MMA shit is a fucking cunt!
The referee steps in to pull Stevens away from Jatt, and Stevens rises to his feet. He argues with the referee for a moment, allowing his opponent the time he needs to climb back up to a vertical base. Stevens turns around, straight into a standing dropkick! Stevens staggers backwards, but remains on his feet as Jatt rises to his feet. Dazed, Stevens struggles to regain his focus as the Jattlantic City Idol charges forward, throwing a forearm to the Texan’s head. Stevens falls backward into the corner and Jatt takes a step back, before running towards the ropes and jumping up onto the middle rope. He springs off, before aiming another dropkick towards Stevens, which connects with the big man’s head!
Joe Hoffman: Beautiful springboard dropkick there from Jatt Starr!
Jatt covers the fallen Scott Stevens and the referee drops down for the count:
ONE…
Stevens powers out before the referee can even count to two; throwing Jatt off of him with an almighty display of force. Stevens is quick to his feet, followed by his opponent. Jatt charges at Stevens once more, but he is met with a powerful clothesline that sends the Hall of Famer sprawling!
Joe Hoffman: That clothesline may have knocked Jatt Starr out of his boots!
Benny Newell: Did I tell you my car broke down?
Joe Hoffman: W-… What? Pay attention to the match, Benny!
Jatt Starr scrambles to his corner and tags in Max Kael, whom quickly enters the ring and stalks his opponent; circling the ring with Scott Stevens following suit.
Benny Newell: Want to know how I got here tonight?
Joe Hoffman: Maximillian Kael and Scott Stevens are having something of a stand-off here, folks.
Benny Newell: I got on the FUCKING BUS, that’s HOW!
Max and Stevens simultaneously step forward, locking up for a brief moment, before Stevens tosses Max towards the corner with an impressive display of brute force and power. He follows up by rushing towards his opponent, but Max ducks away at the last second, sending Stevens into the turnbuckles. Max quickly follows up with a dropkick to the back of the head that sandwiches Stevens in the corner, before following up with a splash to crush him in there once more! Stevens staggers backwards, before Max sends him to the mat with a vicious clothesline!
Joe Hoffman: Kael is on fire here, Benny!
Benny Newell: What else would you expect from Lee Best’s only son?
Joe Hoffman: Only son? What about-
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Joe!
Max continues his assault with a series of stomps to Scott Stevens’ chest, before delivering a vicious stomp to his opponent’s head! Boettcher pushes him away from the Texan before berating Max, but the cold, calculating Hall of Famer is unmoved; looking beyond the referee, towards his opponent as Stevens rolls over onto all fours.
Joe Hoffman: The referee is not happy with Max here, Benny, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Before Benny can respond, Max shoves the referee out of the way and charges at Stevens as he begins to pull himself up, using the ropes. Max delivers a swift boot to the groin, which causes Stevens to double over in pain. Max uses the opportunity to deliver a DDT that sends Stevens back down to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: It’s moments like there where Scott Stevens needs his tag team partner. Where the hell is Silent Witness?!
Benny Newell: He’s a no-show, Joe. Nobody likes a no-show. Especially a fucking blind one!
Max doesn’t cover his opponent; instead, he walks over to his tag team partner and tags in Jatt Starr once more.
Joe Hoffman: Max and Jatt are clearly trying to keep the fresh man in the ring, to capitalize on their advantage. This is essentially a handicap match, folks!
Benny Newell: “Essentially”?! It’s a blatant handicap match, you fucking idiot! Maybe you should take a bus ride to Utah…
Joe Hoffman: I’d rather watch Blades of Glory, Benny.
Jatt enters the ring and quickly advances on the stricken Scott Stevens and covers his opponent; looking for a quick victory. Referee Matt Boettcher drops to the mat for the count:
ONE…
TWO…
TWO AND A LITTLE BIT…
TWO AND A LITTLE BIT MORE…
KICKOUT!
Because of course the match doesn’t end like that.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is displaying a toughness that nobody can disparage, Benny!
Jatt quickly climbs to his feet and looks down at his opponent. Without a moment’s hesitation, Jatt heads over to the corner and ascends the turnbuckles; steadying himself on the top.
Benny Newell: What the hell is he doing?! GET DOWN, JATT!
Jatt waits; watching as Scott Stevens first rolls over onto all fours, before staggering to his feet. Stevens turns around to face Jatt, as the Hall of Famer jumps off the top rope to deliver an incredible missile dropkick!
NO!!!
TOXIC
MOTHERFUCKING
STING!!!!!!
Stevens catches Jatt in mid-air to deliver his signature maneuver, before bouncing up to his feet and delivering a vicious clothesline to send a stunned Max Kael crashing to the outside!
Joe Hoffman: MY GOD! STEVENS! STEVENS! STEVENS!!!!
Stevens covers Jatt Starr and the crowd is on their feet, as Matt Boettcher drops to the mat for the count. They chant along, as the referee’s hand hits the canvas:
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!!
IS THE NUMBER THAT COMES AFTER TWO…
Boettcher’s hand slams against the canvas for the final time, before he calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!
The crowd bursts into an almighty cheer as they realize Scott Stevens has just defied the odds!
Joe Hoffman: SCOTT STEVENS! SCOTT STEVENS! SCOTT STEVENS! BY GOD ALMIGHTY, HE’S DONE IT! HE MAY BE LONESOME, BENNY, BUT HE SURE AS HELL ISN’T A LOSER! SCOTT STEVENS HAS JUST SINGLE-HANDEDLY BEATEN TWO OF THE GREATEST MEN EVER TO STEP FOOT IN AN HOW RING!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!
As Scott Stevens rises to his feet to the crowd’s adulation, his celebrations are cut short by a familiar sound blasting out of the PA system, which hasn’t been heard for a long, long time…
Back In Black.
Lee makes his way out from the behind the curtain to the exact same entrance music he came out to in 2002 on the very first High Octane show.
Now thirteen years later Lee is once again on the stage staring down to the ring while an arena filled with Chicago fans are literally standing waiting in anticipation to what the GOD of HOW is going to do.
Lee Best: Kudos to you Mr. Stevens. You know I got nothing but love for you………
Lee pauses as Max literally is standing about ten feet in front of Lee….Father and Adopted Son….staring each other down…..each with only one good eye.
Max slowly makes his way fully up the ramp and stops right next to Lee and turns towards his adopted father.
But the look that Lee gives Max makes it very clear that NOW and HERE is NOT the PLACE for whatever was about to happen.
With a knowing nod, Max continues towards the back as Lee turns back towards the ring.
Lee Best: As I was saying Mr. Stevens……you see…….you got all the talent in the world and you just proved it tonight by beating two men…TWO HALL OF FAMERS at that…….so I got nothing but respect for you…..on this night. But you are not why I am out here…..I am out here because of your partner……the Captain of the High Octane Team that will be taking on Boardwalk in a War Games match…..yes Silent Witness.
As if on cue….well of course its on fucking cue……a man appears from the back. He is a MONSTER of a man and he is dragging a body with him.
It doesn’t take long to figure out who the man being dragged is and who is the man doing the dragging.
Lee Best: Ladies and Gentlemen please provide a hearty welcome back to the land of High Octane…….RHYS TOWNSEND!!!!!
The cameras zoom in on Townsend who unceremoniously drops the arm of the man he is dragging……Silent Witness.
As the camera zooms in we notice blood dripping from the wrist of Townsend.
Lee Best: Ah yes…..do not worry….Townsend did not pull a Shane Reynolds in the back due to watching that Main Event…..no …….as you can see…..well…….he just got his property back.
The cameraman gets closer to Townsend who gladly holds up his wrist…….showing off a bloody watch….a Corporation watch.
The feed then cuts back to Lee who has the full attention of Scott Stevens and now Jatt Starr who is leaning up on the ringside barrier, recovering from the loss.
Lee Best: You honestly think I would let the man that SHOT me at last years War Games lead a team of MY Wrestlers into an interfed match?? Are you all that sick in the head?
Townsend and Lee share a hearty laugh at the ignorance of everyone.
Lee Best: Sorry to say it Stevens and those that thought they found a leader in Witness…………he has once again gone…….Silent.
Lee holds up his hand for a high five from Townsend for his awesome play on words and the big man awkwardly obliges.
Lee Best: The man standing to my right….Mr. Townsend….will be the one making sure you numnuts are all on the same fucking page as we head into that all important match against Boardwalk……and NO HE IS NOT COMPETITING!!
Lee pauses to allow that to sink in to everyone.
Lee Best: With that said….that does leave a spot open……a spot that has been filled by a man that I feel should have been drafted into the War Games World Title Match……but I digress……Mr. Stevens…….meet your teammate!!!
Stevens looks puzzled and then the sound of steel hitting skull echoes throughout the arena and Stevens turns towards the sound to see a man standing over the body of Hall of Famer Jatt Starr.
The man quickly slides into the ring and Stevens charges him but misses with a clothesline and as he turns around he is met with a chairshot to the skull as well.
Skull never wins vs. steel…and in the case that holds true as Stevens falls to the mat unconscious.
But the man is not done…..he picks up the lifeless body of Stevens and proceeds to nail him with an evenflow DDT.
Skull still didn’t win vs. steel.
Lee Best: Stevens…I know you cannot hear me……but when you watch this back….just in case you are a little groggy…..that is your new teammate……J STEVENSON!!!!!!!!!
Chaos finally comes to an end as Stevenson stands over the prone body of his War Games teammate.
The final image we see is once again Lee holding up his hand for a high five from Townsend and we are left wondering if Townsend left the GOD of HOW hanging as we fade to black.