Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 25, 2019 8:08:09 GMT
Singles Match
Scott Stevens (0-0) vs. John E Depth (2-4)
~John E. Depth is already standing in the ring when he get back. The King of the Upsets doesn't look too perturbed about it, as he looks extremely confident in himself. He's sporting the nicest, cheapest pair of shades a man of his fiscal reach can afford. He seems very proud of them~
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, JOHN E. DEPTH!
~The crowd reacts, some cheering the cocky man in the ring. The camera pans the front row, showing some shady individuals holding betting slips.~
Smith: Depth has shocked the world twice now, with victories that very nearly bankrupted OCW.
Hood: Wooo! John E. Two Wins!
Smith: He didn't fare so well in his last match with Eric Dane, but maybe he can rebound here tonight.
Hood: You know there's somebody in the building who's betting that'll happen. The odds still lead to a landslide if Depth wins!
Smith: ... Have you bet on him tonight, Hood? You do know who he's fighting, right?
Hood: Don't worry, Smith. I didn't use my own money.
Smith: Wait... where's my wallet?
Belvedere: His opponent...
~The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins.~
♫ “God Was Never On Your Side” by Motorhead♫
~The video screen lights up and static appears before silhouettes fill the screen as the arena is polluted in jeers. The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the silhouettes come together to form a white mask as red letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.~
Belvedere: Now coming to the ring, from The Great State of Texas……………
~The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain wearing black suit and the ominous white mask. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he is focused on what is in front of him and ignores the vocal bashers.~
Belvedere: Weighing in at 256 pounds…he is….SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
~Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring until he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens goes to the nearest corner and ascends the ropes; looking out amongst the crowd he slowly takes off his mask and places takes a long look at it before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
~The Texan shows no emotion as places the mask and his suit jacket under the bottom rope as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring.~
Smith: Scott Stevens is known as the Lonesome Loser in HOW, but he's hoping to have a different impact here in OCW tonight.
Hood: The guy's definitely violent enough to survive here. Did you see what he did to that intern?
Smith: Well, no, you couldn't really see because of the camera...
Hood: You didn't want to see, Smith. Trust me.
~The bell rings.~
Smith: Here we go! Can John E. Two Wins make it three?
Hood: Show me the money!
~Depth bounces out of the corner, moving towards the center. He stops there, looking over at Stevens with a little bit of disdain. Stevens starts moving off of the ropes to approach, but Depth puts out a hand to stop him, then turns away, giving the crowd a few gyrations. He laughs, then turns back... and Stevens grabs him by the head, dropping with the Toxic Sting! Depth is out, as Stevens, hugely disappointed, barely bothers to cover. Scruff nonetheless makes the count, and then signals for the bell.~
Smith: It's over? Already?
Hood: Damn it. So much for a big payday.
~Belvedere starts to announce the winner, but stops when Stevens drags Depth up and over to the corner, smacking him around. He starts choking Depth out in the corner, tightening his grip around Depth's throat! The referee moves in, trying to stop him, but Stevens shoves him away, intent on his task.~
Smith: Stevens wants to send another message tonight!
Hood: Hey, if Scruff disqualifies him now, does it count as a win on the books for Depth?
~Suddenly, "I Am Legend" by Colton Dixon begins to play, and the crowd reacts, turning towards the entryway. The new Commissioner of OCW, Vincent Langston, walks out of the back, looking strangely comfortable in the suit he's wearing tonight. While a few cheer, hoping the Savage Champion is here to help, others boo, remembering what Langston did to Zybala at NSFW. In the ring, Stevens drops Depth and turns Langston's way, considering the new threat.~
Smith: The new commissioner is here, but why?
Hood: I hope he's not pulling a Zybala and coming to a lesser wrestler's aid. Don't get involved, Legend, let Stevens do what he wants to do!
~Langston stops on the ramp, pulling out a mic from his jacket pocket. Stevens waits, although he looks like he wants to go back to choking Depth unconscious.~
Vincent Langston: My first night as Commissioner, and shit like this is happening? I don't think so.
~That gets a cheer from the pro-Depth crowd, as well as a small "Bible Camp Baybee" chant.~
Vincent Langston: That was a pathetic excuse for a match. Not worth the crowd's time at all. So little violence. So here's what we're going to do. Referee, restart this match. I want to see some real action. And to make sure that happens... let's make this one a First Blood match. This is my ruling. Make it happen.
~The crowd goes through several emotions, from shock to anger to fear. Stevens smiles, then turns to the ref, telling him to act. Scruff, seeing no choice as neither Welsh nor Zybala have come out, signals to restart the match, and the bell rings again.~
Smith: John E. Depth is facing Stevens in a First Blood match? This could be extremely bad.
Hood: Well, Depth can still win, so maybe...
Smith: I think a change like this in the match will null any bets out there, Hood.
Hood: Fuck! C'mon, Stevens, kill the bastard!
~Depth is only now starting to recover from the lack of oxygen earlier. He slowly gets up, having no clue what just transpired. Stevens approaches him, and Depth, instinctively knowing this is a bad thing, turns and tries to jump through the ropes, but Stevens hauls him back in, lifting Depth in the air around the waist and tossing him overhead. Depth crashes hard on the mat, stunned, and Stevens pulls himself easily to his feet. The wrestler approaches Depth, smiling down at him, with so many options available. He goes off the ropes and comes back with a Curb Stomp, slamming Depth's head into the mat! The crowd is booing now, as it's clear Stevens is looking to do a lot of punishment.~
Smith: A guy like Stevens could easily make Depth bleed, but he wants to take advantage of the stipulation as much as possible!
Hood: Anyone seen Chastity? We might need last rites for Depth tonight.
~Stevens has Depth back up now, only to hit a discus clothesline that puts him right back on the mat. Scruff leans in and checks, but no blood is evident yet. Stevens then grabs Depth's legs, twisting him into a Texas Cloverleaf submission! Depth is almost out at this point, but still manages to find the energy to tap on the mat. Unfortunately, it does no good thanks to the Commissioner's ruling earlier. Stevens keeps up the torturous hold for another minute, but soon gets bored. He releases the hold and steps away, rolling outside the ring. The referee checks on Depth, who is still trying to quit, but Scruff shrugs his shoulders and tells him the rules. There's nothing he can do.~
Smith: Depth sure isn't feeling his "Two Wins" at the moment. He'd love to just get out of here in one piece.
Hood: Shit, I don't think Stevens has any intention of that happening. The guy just realized that everything's legal in this one now!
~Stevens slides back into the ring, with a steel chair in hand. Depth, seeing this, tries to get up onto his knees, barely managing it. He raises his hands towards Stevens, asking for mercy, and starts scratching at his arm. He's trying hard to make blood come out, but is just leaving red marks on his skin. Damn that manicure he had! Stevens slowly shakes his head, refusing Depth's pleas, and then lashes out with the chair, smashing it across Depth's skull!!! Depth collapses in a heap, not moving. Stevens steps in for another swing, but Scruff pushes him back, pointing to Depth's forehead, which is now obviously cut open. The blood is starting to flow towards the mat. Scruff signals for the bell and lifts Stevens' arm, while subtly trying to get the chair away from him. Stevens still doesn't look satisfied, but sighs and goes along with it.~
Belvedere: Here is your winner... SCOTT STEVENS!!
Smith: That one hit might mean we don't see Depth for a while.
Hood: I don't know, Smith, the one thing you can say about our jobbers is that they're resilient.
Smith: Either way, Stevens clearly dominated tonight, and you have to think he's a force to be reckoned with in the near future, especially with that violent streak.
~Stevens drops the chair to the mat. He spots Depth's shades. They were forcibly removed during the beating. He drops to one knee, calmly plucking the shades from the mat. He stands and exits the ring, with Depth's shades in his possession~
Smith: Is that a souvenir? A token to remember this beating?
Hood: Well he took some of Lurrr's hair, right?
Smith: Yes.
Hood: Now he's taking Depth's shades!
Smith: Scott Stevens is already playing mind games two weeks into his OCW debut. Regardless of what his plans may be with those glasses...or Lurrr's hair, you can't deny the fact that he's lethal inside those ropes.
Hood: Another heavy hitter in OCW!
Smith: Indeed
Scott Stevens (0-0) vs. John E Depth (2-4)
~John E. Depth is already standing in the ring when he get back. The King of the Upsets doesn't look too perturbed about it, as he looks extremely confident in himself. He's sporting the nicest, cheapest pair of shades a man of his fiscal reach can afford. He seems very proud of them~
Belvedere: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, JOHN E. DEPTH!
~The crowd reacts, some cheering the cocky man in the ring. The camera pans the front row, showing some shady individuals holding betting slips.~
Smith: Depth has shocked the world twice now, with victories that very nearly bankrupted OCW.
Hood: Wooo! John E. Two Wins!
Smith: He didn't fare so well in his last match with Eric Dane, but maybe he can rebound here tonight.
Hood: You know there's somebody in the building who's betting that'll happen. The odds still lead to a landslide if Depth wins!
Smith: ... Have you bet on him tonight, Hood? You do know who he's fighting, right?
Hood: Don't worry, Smith. I didn't use my own money.
Smith: Wait... where's my wallet?
Belvedere: His opponent...
~The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins.~
♫ “God Was Never On Your Side” by Motorhead♫
~The video screen lights up and static appears before silhouettes fill the screen as the arena is polluted in jeers. The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the silhouettes come together to form a white mask as red letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.~
Belvedere: Now coming to the ring, from The Great State of Texas……………
~The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain wearing black suit and the ominous white mask. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he is focused on what is in front of him and ignores the vocal bashers.~
Belvedere: Weighing in at 256 pounds…he is….SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
~Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring until he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens goes to the nearest corner and ascends the ropes; looking out amongst the crowd he slowly takes off his mask and places takes a long look at it before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
~The Texan shows no emotion as places the mask and his suit jacket under the bottom rope as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring.~
Smith: Scott Stevens is known as the Lonesome Loser in HOW, but he's hoping to have a different impact here in OCW tonight.
Hood: The guy's definitely violent enough to survive here. Did you see what he did to that intern?
Smith: Well, no, you couldn't really see because of the camera...
Hood: You didn't want to see, Smith. Trust me.
~The bell rings.~
Smith: Here we go! Can John E. Two Wins make it three?
Hood: Show me the money!
~Depth bounces out of the corner, moving towards the center. He stops there, looking over at Stevens with a little bit of disdain. Stevens starts moving off of the ropes to approach, but Depth puts out a hand to stop him, then turns away, giving the crowd a few gyrations. He laughs, then turns back... and Stevens grabs him by the head, dropping with the Toxic Sting! Depth is out, as Stevens, hugely disappointed, barely bothers to cover. Scruff nonetheless makes the count, and then signals for the bell.~
Smith: It's over? Already?
Hood: Damn it. So much for a big payday.
~Belvedere starts to announce the winner, but stops when Stevens drags Depth up and over to the corner, smacking him around. He starts choking Depth out in the corner, tightening his grip around Depth's throat! The referee moves in, trying to stop him, but Stevens shoves him away, intent on his task.~
Smith: Stevens wants to send another message tonight!
Hood: Hey, if Scruff disqualifies him now, does it count as a win on the books for Depth?
~Suddenly, "I Am Legend" by Colton Dixon begins to play, and the crowd reacts, turning towards the entryway. The new Commissioner of OCW, Vincent Langston, walks out of the back, looking strangely comfortable in the suit he's wearing tonight. While a few cheer, hoping the Savage Champion is here to help, others boo, remembering what Langston did to Zybala at NSFW. In the ring, Stevens drops Depth and turns Langston's way, considering the new threat.~
Smith: The new commissioner is here, but why?
Hood: I hope he's not pulling a Zybala and coming to a lesser wrestler's aid. Don't get involved, Legend, let Stevens do what he wants to do!
~Langston stops on the ramp, pulling out a mic from his jacket pocket. Stevens waits, although he looks like he wants to go back to choking Depth unconscious.~
Vincent Langston: My first night as Commissioner, and shit like this is happening? I don't think so.
~That gets a cheer from the pro-Depth crowd, as well as a small "Bible Camp Baybee" chant.~
Vincent Langston: That was a pathetic excuse for a match. Not worth the crowd's time at all. So little violence. So here's what we're going to do. Referee, restart this match. I want to see some real action. And to make sure that happens... let's make this one a First Blood match. This is my ruling. Make it happen.
~The crowd goes through several emotions, from shock to anger to fear. Stevens smiles, then turns to the ref, telling him to act. Scruff, seeing no choice as neither Welsh nor Zybala have come out, signals to restart the match, and the bell rings again.~
Smith: John E. Depth is facing Stevens in a First Blood match? This could be extremely bad.
Hood: Well, Depth can still win, so maybe...
Smith: I think a change like this in the match will null any bets out there, Hood.
Hood: Fuck! C'mon, Stevens, kill the bastard!
~Depth is only now starting to recover from the lack of oxygen earlier. He slowly gets up, having no clue what just transpired. Stevens approaches him, and Depth, instinctively knowing this is a bad thing, turns and tries to jump through the ropes, but Stevens hauls him back in, lifting Depth in the air around the waist and tossing him overhead. Depth crashes hard on the mat, stunned, and Stevens pulls himself easily to his feet. The wrestler approaches Depth, smiling down at him, with so many options available. He goes off the ropes and comes back with a Curb Stomp, slamming Depth's head into the mat! The crowd is booing now, as it's clear Stevens is looking to do a lot of punishment.~
Smith: A guy like Stevens could easily make Depth bleed, but he wants to take advantage of the stipulation as much as possible!
Hood: Anyone seen Chastity? We might need last rites for Depth tonight.
~Stevens has Depth back up now, only to hit a discus clothesline that puts him right back on the mat. Scruff leans in and checks, but no blood is evident yet. Stevens then grabs Depth's legs, twisting him into a Texas Cloverleaf submission! Depth is almost out at this point, but still manages to find the energy to tap on the mat. Unfortunately, it does no good thanks to the Commissioner's ruling earlier. Stevens keeps up the torturous hold for another minute, but soon gets bored. He releases the hold and steps away, rolling outside the ring. The referee checks on Depth, who is still trying to quit, but Scruff shrugs his shoulders and tells him the rules. There's nothing he can do.~
Smith: Depth sure isn't feeling his "Two Wins" at the moment. He'd love to just get out of here in one piece.
Hood: Shit, I don't think Stevens has any intention of that happening. The guy just realized that everything's legal in this one now!
~Stevens slides back into the ring, with a steel chair in hand. Depth, seeing this, tries to get up onto his knees, barely managing it. He raises his hands towards Stevens, asking for mercy, and starts scratching at his arm. He's trying hard to make blood come out, but is just leaving red marks on his skin. Damn that manicure he had! Stevens slowly shakes his head, refusing Depth's pleas, and then lashes out with the chair, smashing it across Depth's skull!!! Depth collapses in a heap, not moving. Stevens steps in for another swing, but Scruff pushes him back, pointing to Depth's forehead, which is now obviously cut open. The blood is starting to flow towards the mat. Scruff signals for the bell and lifts Stevens' arm, while subtly trying to get the chair away from him. Stevens still doesn't look satisfied, but sighs and goes along with it.~
Belvedere: Here is your winner... SCOTT STEVENS!!
Smith: That one hit might mean we don't see Depth for a while.
Hood: I don't know, Smith, the one thing you can say about our jobbers is that they're resilient.
Smith: Either way, Stevens clearly dominated tonight, and you have to think he's a force to be reckoned with in the near future, especially with that violent streak.
~Stevens drops the chair to the mat. He spots Depth's shades. They were forcibly removed during the beating. He drops to one knee, calmly plucking the shades from the mat. He stands and exits the ring, with Depth's shades in his possession~
Smith: Is that a souvenir? A token to remember this beating?
Hood: Well he took some of Lurrr's hair, right?
Smith: Yes.
Hood: Now he's taking Depth's shades!
Smith: Scott Stevens is already playing mind games two weeks into his OCW debut. Regardless of what his plans may be with those glasses...or Lurrr's hair, you can't deny the fact that he's lethal inside those ropes.
Hood: Another heavy hitter in OCW!
Smith: Indeed