Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 16, 2019 16:36:24 GMT
Singles Match
Scott Stevens (2-0) vs. Great Scott (1-4)
~The crowd is on their feet. They are READY for what’s to come. Several people in the crowd are doing THE GREAT SCOTT. What is THE GREAT SCOTT? Haven’t we been over this? Look. To save you guys the time I’ll simply state that THE GREAT SCOTT is whatever you want it to be…a series of uncoordinated, spontaneous, mildly comprehensive, asymmetrical movements. Too long? Didn’t fucking read? Fine. It’s the body language gibberish. Belvedere looks around, judgingly. THE GREAT SCOTT is so not within his desired wheelhouse. He looks like a man who enjoys a good foxtrot. He clears his throat, putting a prompt end to THE GREAT SCOTT~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
THE FOLLOWING ENTRANCE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY GREAT SCOTT
~GREAT SCOTT COMES DOWN TO THE RING WITH HIS CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AND A BEAR WHO IS GREAT NAMED GREAT BEAR AND THEY ARE LISTENING TO THE WHOLE CROWD CHEER AND THEN THEY GET INTO THE RING AND THE BEAR DOES A COOL DANCE AND GREAT SCOTT IS VERY OVER~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…GREAT SCOTT
~The crowd is going wild…people are suddenly doing the GREAT SCOTT. We’re not sure how to describe it…they’re gyrating, throwing their arms around, running in place…basically breaking into sporadic, arbitrary dance moves. There’s no rhyme or reason…no method…it’s madness. The Bear runs toward the ropes…he flips over the top rope, landing on his feet. GREAT SCOTT throws the belt at the Bear…the BEAR catches the belt in his mouth and starts to moonwalk. The crowd goes WILD~
Smith: Great Scott!
Hood: Yes, I know. I heard Belvedere…what are you, deaf?
Smith: It’s just nice to see him out here.
Hood: He’s not the only Scott, you know. I learned this week there are MANY Scotts.
Smith: Well, duh
Belvedere: And, 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: And there he is, Scott Stevens.
Hood: A Scott that was notably absent among the list of great scotts.
Smith: Perhaps he feels he needs to prove himself.
Hood: I did like the Scott Syren shout out. To quote the great Tony the Spider, “If you people only knew.”
Smith: A monster from another era. But this is the new era…an era in which Scott Stevens hopes to etch his name at the top of the OCW mountain!
~Belvedere exits. The bell sounds. Scott Stevens stares, menacingly at Great Scott. Great Scott starts to look sad. The POMP of his entrance has faded. Now, reality~
Smith: A sad looking Great Scott.
Hood: Well, it’s time for him to go to work. To do his job.
Smith: Are you saying?
Hood: LAY DOWN YOU FUCKING JOBBER
~Great Scott shakes his head. The fans chant “GREAT SCOTT!” He paces back and forth. Scott Stevens watches his opponent’s internal strife~
Smith: A bit of cognitive dissonance here for Great Scott. He knows what he is…a fact he’s having trouble accepting.
Hood: You give the guy one win and he suddenly thinks he’s Mike fucking Best.
Smith: Everyone should have the opportunity to break free, Hood. Nobody should be forever shackled within a lane.
Hood: Try telling that to old people on the freeway. You want them in the left lane? Do ya?
~The fans continue cheering and chanting for Great Scott. He looks out at them, almost teary eyed. He lets out a deep, depressing sigh and heads toward the center of the ring. He drops to his knees and…LAYS DOWN. The fans boo. Scott Stevens laughs and marches over, placing a foot atop Scott’s chest. Scruff drops down for the pin~
Smith: No! Don’t give in, Scott!
Hood: There you go, DO YOUR FUCKING JOB
1!
2!
3!!
NOOO
Hood: What the fuck?
Smith: HE KICKED OUT! HE’S NOT GOING TO LAY DOWN!
Hood: FIRE THIS MAN
~Great Scott did, indeed, KICK OUT!! Scott Stevens stumbles back. He looks down, at first in disbelief. Great Scott kips up!!! He starts to stomp around, shaking his head…SCOTTING UP. Stevens seems bewildered, nonplussed…the fuck is this shit. He grabs Great Scott and spins him around. Great Scott points at Stevens…the fans yell “YOU!!!” Stevens brow furrows…he’s finding all of this insulting, confusing, and stupid at the same time~
Smith: Great Scott is in discovery mode! He’s beginning to realize who he is!
Hood: A fucking moron! That’s who! Beat his ass, Stevens!
Smith: I think this just became a LEGIT match!
~Stevens throws a punch. Scott blocks it!! Scott delivers three huge blows to Stevens head! He whips him off the ropes. Stevens flies across the ring, he bounces off the opposite ropes…Scott lifts his leg up and DRILLS Stevens with a huge leg drop!!! Stevens hits the mat, hard. Scott charges into the ropes, he bounces off and jumps HIGH in the air with the LEG DROP OF DEATH!! He comes crashing down…BUT STEVENS MOVES!!! Scott hits hard, reaching for his ass in pain. Stevens quickly returns to his feet, holding his jaw in pain. His eyes go from stunned to FURIOUS~
Smith: Scott Stevens with a look that says “you weren’t supposed to do that.”
Hood: Stevens has Lurrr on the docket. He doesn’t need to fuck around with a suddenly inspired Great Scott. This is fucking bullshit.
Smith: Hey! People need to earn wins around here, Hood.
Hood: Have you NOT been watching the last several weeks? We give wins out like candy on Halloween.
~Stevens snares a handful of light, fluffy mullet and yanks Scott to his feet. He drills him across the face with a right hand! Scott’s knees wobble. Outside we see THE BEAR doing a cartwheel. Stevens lifts a knee into the face of Great Scott! Great Scott stumbles into the ropes, leaning over the top. Stevens walks up and hooks Scott in a Full Nelson. He tosses Great Scott over and drops him on his head with a Dragon Suplex. He refuses to bridge for the pin…Great Scott MUST pay~
Smith: I have a feeling the night is about to become dark and full of terror for Great Scott.
Hood: Nice Lord of the Ring pun.
Smith: IT’S GAME OF THRONES.
Hood: Whoa, geez…calm down, man. Both shows have midgets…it’s basically the same shit.
~Stevens wraps both hands around Scott’s neck, chocking the life out of the FAN FAVORITE. In our minds, we envision all forty cardboard stories of Scott’s home collapsing to the ground. Scott’s eyes start to roll into the back of his head. Scruff drops down, checking his arm, to see if he’s still conscious. Why is he not forcing Stevens to cease the choke? Perhaps the rules are just different for JOB GUYS. Stevens releases the choke under his own volition. He pops up and pulls Scott back to his feet, refusing to allow Scruff to properly check Scott’s vitals. He books Great Scott in the gut, hooks him around the waist and drives him into the mat with a HUGE jackknife powerbomb!!! Scott’s body goes stiff…he remains down, on his back~
Smith: That may have injured Great Scott’s back. This is becoming too much.
Hood: You step out of your lane and you get punished. Fuck Great Scott.
Smith: He’s simply a man looking to ascend, live the American Dream!
Hood: The American Dream isn’t for people like Great Scott. It’s reserved for gentlemen like CMF!
~Stevens places his foot on Scott’s chest. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
NO
Smith: What a jerk!
Hood: The lesson continues! Welcome to HOW TO JOB 101, Great Scott.
~Stevens removes his foot just before the three to a HUGE chorus of boos from the fans. Even the BEAR stops dancing. It looks up at Stevens with it’s soulless, black eyes…despite their cavern nature, we still find sadness and despair. Stevens plants his foot right into Scott’s windpipe. Scott chokes and kicks his legs. NOW Scruff rushes over, getting him to stop. Stevens, angry, throws Scruff to the side. Scruff this the mat, hard. He remains down for a while. Scott kicks his legs…the kicking slows…it ceases. He may be dead~
Smith: I fear Great Scott might be finished.
Hood: Good…get his noncompliant ass out of here. Along with that fucking bear!
Smith: What a tragic night for all the hopefuls out there. OCW and Scott Stevens are informing everyone that if you aren’t handpicked by certain individuals as potential stars then you have no hope of breaking through. SAD
Hood: It’s called quality control, Smith. Legit organizations apply it.
~Stevens WON’T RELENT. He truly is trying to kill Great Scott. His back is facing the entrance. The crowd POPS! From behind we see a man sprinting to the ring!~
Smith: Look!! It’s…LURRR!
Hood: What’s he doing here? I thought he needed permission before leaving shady acres assisted living community.
Smith: RUDE thing to say about the Original ICON!
~The fans are going wild!! Lurrr hits the ring!! The OCW Arena may as well be shaking. Stevens isn’t stupid…he realizes the mood has changed. He looks to his right…then to his left. He removes his foot from Scott’s red, depressed windpipe. He turns around and EATS THE WAKE UP CALL!!!! Stevens stumbles backward, stepping over Scott. He’s about to topple over…but the ropes keep him up. He bounces off the ropes…Lurrr lunges forward (also stepping over Scott) to deliver A SECOND WAKE UP CALL the crowd goes OHHHHHH when he hits this one!!! Stevens falls face first. His head hitting Scott in the abdomen. Scott sits up…he coughs, he rubs his throat…a spatter of blood hits the mat between his legs. Lurrr slaps him on the back, trying to wake him up~
Smith: Lurrr just delivered TWO Wake Up Calls to Stevens!
Hood: What the fuck is he doing?! Is he trying to pearl harbor the build for his match at Redacted? Or, well, potential match?
Smith: I don’t think he cares, Hood. He wants to get payback on Stevens for choking him out at NSFW!
Hood: Don’t forget the hair part!
~Great Scott looks over to find Stevens down. He looks up at Lurrr…his eyes are wide and full of THE AMERICAN DREAM. Lurrr motions for Scott to get to work. He heads over and revives Scruff. Scruff looks at Lurrr like “What are you doing here?” Lurrr rubs him atop the head before hopping through the ropes. Great Scott rises to his feet. Stevens, amazingly does the same…although Stevens is clearly on another planet (mentally). Scott leaps up, wraps his legs around Stevens’ head and takes him over with a Frankensteiner!!! He hooks both legs for the pin. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings! The crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…GREAT SCOTT!!!!!
Smith: What the?1
Hood: FUCK YOU…FUCK ALL OF YOU
Smith: Great Scott just pinned Scott Stevens!
Hood: With the aid of TWO superkicks from Lurrr! Lurrr FUCKED Scott Stevens…NOT LITERALLY.
Smith: I can’t believe it!
~Great Scott staggers to his feet. Stevens, who kicked out right after three, is already scrambling. Lurrr looks on, stunned that Stevens is apparently recovered from TWO Wake up Calls. Scott begins to celebrate. He turns around and walks right into a HUGE lariat from Stevens!!!! Scott turns inside out. Stevens drops to his knees and starts to punch and choke Scott. The fans BOO~
Smith: What a poor sport!
Hood: Great Scott needs to be taught a lesson.
Smith: Why doesn’t he direct his attention to Lurrr? Lurrr cost him the match!
Hood: Because, reasons.
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~As if on cue, Lurrr slides into the ring. He fishhooks Stevens from behind, dragging him off of Scott. Stevens kicks his legs…he reaches up, fighting Lurrr’s hands away. He tries getting up, but Lurrr hits the ropes and dives forward, planting both knees into Stevens chest, driving him into the mat. A belt comes flying into view…it’s Scott’s championship belt! The bear has tossed it into the ring. Great Scott rolls out of the ring, in the background. Lurrr catches the belt…he waits for Stevens to rise. Stevens does and Lurrr drills him in the head with Scott’s belt!!! Stevens hits the mat hard! He rolls over…Lurrr starts to whip and beat him with the belt. Stevens reacts with violent spasms. The beast from Texas struggles to his feet, against all odds. Lurrr throws him the belt and SUPERKICKS IT into Stevens’ face!!! Scott Stevens collapses to the mat, unconscious~
Smith: A third WAKE UP CALL! This time with a belt slamming into the face of Scott Stevens!
Hood: I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take three Wake Up Calls before.
Smith: Stevens is one tough guy.
~Lurrr is mockingly standing over Stevens as the crowd is chanting ICON over and over in unison. Lurrr looks out to the crowd and gives that familiar evil grin we have been so accustomed to seeing. Lurrr aggressively calls for a mic from outside the ring. Lurrr starts yelling “Let’s go give me a fucking mic!!!” Belvedere tries to hurry to get around to the side of the ring Lurrr is yelling from, obviously very nervous. Lurrr rips the mic from Belvedere and motions for him to go away~
Lurrr: This guy who lays beneath me right now said last week that he was disappointed…Disappointed how easy it was to sneak up on the best in this company. I have a question for you now Scott Stevens……
~Lurrr lays on the mat with the mic up close to his mouth touching nose to nose to a busted open Stevens~
Lurrr: Are you fucking disappointed now??? Am I the Old Yeller dog that you referenced to last week?? Looks like I am the one doing the fucking hunting now doesn’t it??
~The crowd cheers. Lurrr is talking so aggressively into the mic that spit is flying out of his mouth. He stays down on the mat staring at Stevens~
Lurrr: You just think you can come into my company, the company that I built from the ground up and sneak attack me without any repercussions? You think I should care who Scott Stevens is? You think you decimated a legend?
~Lurrr pops back up to his feet~
Lurrr: Boy I am still standing so in my book that doesn’t count as a “decimated legend.” Hell you’re from Texas son, just like me, so you should know to always expect a fight on your hands after a sneak attack. In fact, you’re a fucking freak who has some weird disgusting fetish with hair. I am embarrassed to say you hail from the great State of Texas like myself. You are an embarrassment to my home state.
~Lurrr starts slapping Stevens on the head over and over again. The crowd begins to cheer in agreement of Lurrr’s freak assessment of Stevens~
Lurrr: The honest truth is the only real Texan in this company is me and it will always be me!!! So here’s how this is gonna work. You are going to continue to lay there and bleed while I go ahead and tell the jackoff’s in the back that in two weeks in fucking North Korea at Redacted I want a match booked against this freak Scott Stevens in a Texas Style Barbed-Wired Match!!!!!
~The crowd goes crazy as they know this will bring more blood to the ring!!~
Lurrr: You wanna act like a fucking freak then I am going to put you in the most nightmarish match scenario possible. Come two weeks from now you’re going to find out who the real mother fucking Texan is!!!! Now hit my damn music….
GUESS WHO'S BACK
Smith: Strong words from the OCW Original Icon!!
Hood: Scott Stevens got the jump on Lurrr at NSFW. Now, he could be in for some payback.
~Lurrr throws the mic down and exits the ring.~
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick
~Lurrr heads for the ramp. He walks past Great Scott and THE DANCING BEAR. They try to flag him down but his pace quickens. He didn't do this for them. He did this to fuck Scott Stevens~
Smith: Lurrr enables Great Scott to give Scott Stevens his first defeat in OCW.
Hood: Once Stevens wakes up...he's going to be pissed.
Smith: That match, which I'm being told has been confirmed by Mike Zybala, will be violent.
Scott Stevens (2-0) vs. Great Scott (1-4)
~The crowd is on their feet. They are READY for what’s to come. Several people in the crowd are doing THE GREAT SCOTT. What is THE GREAT SCOTT? Haven’t we been over this? Look. To save you guys the time I’ll simply state that THE GREAT SCOTT is whatever you want it to be…a series of uncoordinated, spontaneous, mildly comprehensive, asymmetrical movements. Too long? Didn’t fucking read? Fine. It’s the body language gibberish. Belvedere looks around, judgingly. THE GREAT SCOTT is so not within his desired wheelhouse. He looks like a man who enjoys a good foxtrot. He clears his throat, putting a prompt end to THE GREAT SCOTT~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
THE FOLLOWING ENTRANCE HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY GREAT SCOTT
~GREAT SCOTT COMES DOWN TO THE RING WITH HIS CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AND A BEAR WHO IS GREAT NAMED GREAT BEAR AND THEY ARE LISTENING TO THE WHOLE CROWD CHEER AND THEN THEY GET INTO THE RING AND THE BEAR DOES A COOL DANCE AND GREAT SCOTT IS VERY OVER~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen…GREAT SCOTT
~The crowd is going wild…people are suddenly doing the GREAT SCOTT. We’re not sure how to describe it…they’re gyrating, throwing their arms around, running in place…basically breaking into sporadic, arbitrary dance moves. There’s no rhyme or reason…no method…it’s madness. The Bear runs toward the ropes…he flips over the top rope, landing on his feet. GREAT SCOTT throws the belt at the Bear…the BEAR catches the belt in his mouth and starts to moonwalk. The crowd goes WILD~
Smith: Great Scott!
Hood: Yes, I know. I heard Belvedere…what are you, deaf?
Smith: It’s just nice to see him out here.
Hood: He’s not the only Scott, you know. I learned this week there are MANY Scotts.
Smith: Well, duh
Belvedere: And, 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: And there he is, Scott Stevens.
Hood: A Scott that was notably absent among the list of great scotts.
Smith: Perhaps he feels he needs to prove himself.
Hood: I did like the Scott Syren shout out. To quote the great Tony the Spider, “If you people only knew.”
Smith: A monster from another era. But this is the new era…an era in which Scott Stevens hopes to etch his name at the top of the OCW mountain!
~Belvedere exits. The bell sounds. Scott Stevens stares, menacingly at Great Scott. Great Scott starts to look sad. The POMP of his entrance has faded. Now, reality~
Smith: A sad looking Great Scott.
Hood: Well, it’s time for him to go to work. To do his job.
Smith: Are you saying?
Hood: LAY DOWN YOU FUCKING JOBBER
~Great Scott shakes his head. The fans chant “GREAT SCOTT!” He paces back and forth. Scott Stevens watches his opponent’s internal strife~
Smith: A bit of cognitive dissonance here for Great Scott. He knows what he is…a fact he’s having trouble accepting.
Hood: You give the guy one win and he suddenly thinks he’s Mike fucking Best.
Smith: Everyone should have the opportunity to break free, Hood. Nobody should be forever shackled within a lane.
Hood: Try telling that to old people on the freeway. You want them in the left lane? Do ya?
~The fans continue cheering and chanting for Great Scott. He looks out at them, almost teary eyed. He lets out a deep, depressing sigh and heads toward the center of the ring. He drops to his knees and…LAYS DOWN. The fans boo. Scott Stevens laughs and marches over, placing a foot atop Scott’s chest. Scruff drops down for the pin~
Smith: No! Don’t give in, Scott!
Hood: There you go, DO YOUR FUCKING JOB
1!
2!
3!!
NOOO
Hood: What the fuck?
Smith: HE KICKED OUT! HE’S NOT GOING TO LAY DOWN!
Hood: FIRE THIS MAN
~Great Scott did, indeed, KICK OUT!! Scott Stevens stumbles back. He looks down, at first in disbelief. Great Scott kips up!!! He starts to stomp around, shaking his head…SCOTTING UP. Stevens seems bewildered, nonplussed…the fuck is this shit. He grabs Great Scott and spins him around. Great Scott points at Stevens…the fans yell “YOU!!!” Stevens brow furrows…he’s finding all of this insulting, confusing, and stupid at the same time~
Smith: Great Scott is in discovery mode! He’s beginning to realize who he is!
Hood: A fucking moron! That’s who! Beat his ass, Stevens!
Smith: I think this just became a LEGIT match!
~Stevens throws a punch. Scott blocks it!! Scott delivers three huge blows to Stevens head! He whips him off the ropes. Stevens flies across the ring, he bounces off the opposite ropes…Scott lifts his leg up and DRILLS Stevens with a huge leg drop!!! Stevens hits the mat, hard. Scott charges into the ropes, he bounces off and jumps HIGH in the air with the LEG DROP OF DEATH!! He comes crashing down…BUT STEVENS MOVES!!! Scott hits hard, reaching for his ass in pain. Stevens quickly returns to his feet, holding his jaw in pain. His eyes go from stunned to FURIOUS~
Smith: Scott Stevens with a look that says “you weren’t supposed to do that.”
Hood: Stevens has Lurrr on the docket. He doesn’t need to fuck around with a suddenly inspired Great Scott. This is fucking bullshit.
Smith: Hey! People need to earn wins around here, Hood.
Hood: Have you NOT been watching the last several weeks? We give wins out like candy on Halloween.
~Stevens snares a handful of light, fluffy mullet and yanks Scott to his feet. He drills him across the face with a right hand! Scott’s knees wobble. Outside we see THE BEAR doing a cartwheel. Stevens lifts a knee into the face of Great Scott! Great Scott stumbles into the ropes, leaning over the top. Stevens walks up and hooks Scott in a Full Nelson. He tosses Great Scott over and drops him on his head with a Dragon Suplex. He refuses to bridge for the pin…Great Scott MUST pay~
Smith: I have a feeling the night is about to become dark and full of terror for Great Scott.
Hood: Nice Lord of the Ring pun.
Smith: IT’S GAME OF THRONES.
Hood: Whoa, geez…calm down, man. Both shows have midgets…it’s basically the same shit.
~Stevens wraps both hands around Scott’s neck, chocking the life out of the FAN FAVORITE. In our minds, we envision all forty cardboard stories of Scott’s home collapsing to the ground. Scott’s eyes start to roll into the back of his head. Scruff drops down, checking his arm, to see if he’s still conscious. Why is he not forcing Stevens to cease the choke? Perhaps the rules are just different for JOB GUYS. Stevens releases the choke under his own volition. He pops up and pulls Scott back to his feet, refusing to allow Scruff to properly check Scott’s vitals. He books Great Scott in the gut, hooks him around the waist and drives him into the mat with a HUGE jackknife powerbomb!!! Scott’s body goes stiff…he remains down, on his back~
Smith: That may have injured Great Scott’s back. This is becoming too much.
Hood: You step out of your lane and you get punished. Fuck Great Scott.
Smith: He’s simply a man looking to ascend, live the American Dream!
Hood: The American Dream isn’t for people like Great Scott. It’s reserved for gentlemen like CMF!
~Stevens places his foot on Scott’s chest. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
NO
Smith: What a jerk!
Hood: The lesson continues! Welcome to HOW TO JOB 101, Great Scott.
~Stevens removes his foot just before the three to a HUGE chorus of boos from the fans. Even the BEAR stops dancing. It looks up at Stevens with it’s soulless, black eyes…despite their cavern nature, we still find sadness and despair. Stevens plants his foot right into Scott’s windpipe. Scott chokes and kicks his legs. NOW Scruff rushes over, getting him to stop. Stevens, angry, throws Scruff to the side. Scruff this the mat, hard. He remains down for a while. Scott kicks his legs…the kicking slows…it ceases. He may be dead~
Smith: I fear Great Scott might be finished.
Hood: Good…get his noncompliant ass out of here. Along with that fucking bear!
Smith: What a tragic night for all the hopefuls out there. OCW and Scott Stevens are informing everyone that if you aren’t handpicked by certain individuals as potential stars then you have no hope of breaking through. SAD
Hood: It’s called quality control, Smith. Legit organizations apply it.
~Stevens WON’T RELENT. He truly is trying to kill Great Scott. His back is facing the entrance. The crowd POPS! From behind we see a man sprinting to the ring!~
Smith: Look!! It’s…LURRR!
Hood: What’s he doing here? I thought he needed permission before leaving shady acres assisted living community.
Smith: RUDE thing to say about the Original ICON!
~The fans are going wild!! Lurrr hits the ring!! The OCW Arena may as well be shaking. Stevens isn’t stupid…he realizes the mood has changed. He looks to his right…then to his left. He removes his foot from Scott’s red, depressed windpipe. He turns around and EATS THE WAKE UP CALL!!!! Stevens stumbles backward, stepping over Scott. He’s about to topple over…but the ropes keep him up. He bounces off the ropes…Lurrr lunges forward (also stepping over Scott) to deliver A SECOND WAKE UP CALL the crowd goes OHHHHHH when he hits this one!!! Stevens falls face first. His head hitting Scott in the abdomen. Scott sits up…he coughs, he rubs his throat…a spatter of blood hits the mat between his legs. Lurrr slaps him on the back, trying to wake him up~
Smith: Lurrr just delivered TWO Wake Up Calls to Stevens!
Hood: What the fuck is he doing?! Is he trying to pearl harbor the build for his match at Redacted? Or, well, potential match?
Smith: I don’t think he cares, Hood. He wants to get payback on Stevens for choking him out at NSFW!
Hood: Don’t forget the hair part!
~Great Scott looks over to find Stevens down. He looks up at Lurrr…his eyes are wide and full of THE AMERICAN DREAM. Lurrr motions for Scott to get to work. He heads over and revives Scruff. Scruff looks at Lurrr like “What are you doing here?” Lurrr rubs him atop the head before hopping through the ropes. Great Scott rises to his feet. Stevens, amazingly does the same…although Stevens is clearly on another planet (mentally). Scott leaps up, wraps his legs around Stevens’ head and takes him over with a Frankensteiner!!! He hooks both legs for the pin. Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings! The crowd goes wild~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…GREAT SCOTT!!!!!
Smith: What the?1
Hood: FUCK YOU…FUCK ALL OF YOU
Smith: Great Scott just pinned Scott Stevens!
Hood: With the aid of TWO superkicks from Lurrr! Lurrr FUCKED Scott Stevens…NOT LITERALLY.
Smith: I can’t believe it!
~Great Scott staggers to his feet. Stevens, who kicked out right after three, is already scrambling. Lurrr looks on, stunned that Stevens is apparently recovered from TWO Wake up Calls. Scott begins to celebrate. He turns around and walks right into a HUGE lariat from Stevens!!!! Scott turns inside out. Stevens drops to his knees and starts to punch and choke Scott. The fans BOO~
Smith: What a poor sport!
Hood: Great Scott needs to be taught a lesson.
Smith: Why doesn’t he direct his attention to Lurrr? Lurrr cost him the match!
Hood: Because, reasons.
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~As if on cue, Lurrr slides into the ring. He fishhooks Stevens from behind, dragging him off of Scott. Stevens kicks his legs…he reaches up, fighting Lurrr’s hands away. He tries getting up, but Lurrr hits the ropes and dives forward, planting both knees into Stevens chest, driving him into the mat. A belt comes flying into view…it’s Scott’s championship belt! The bear has tossed it into the ring. Great Scott rolls out of the ring, in the background. Lurrr catches the belt…he waits for Stevens to rise. Stevens does and Lurrr drills him in the head with Scott’s belt!!! Stevens hits the mat hard! He rolls over…Lurrr starts to whip and beat him with the belt. Stevens reacts with violent spasms. The beast from Texas struggles to his feet, against all odds. Lurrr throws him the belt and SUPERKICKS IT into Stevens’ face!!! Scott Stevens collapses to the mat, unconscious~
Smith: A third WAKE UP CALL! This time with a belt slamming into the face of Scott Stevens!
Hood: I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take three Wake Up Calls before.
Smith: Stevens is one tough guy.
~Lurrr is mockingly standing over Stevens as the crowd is chanting ICON over and over in unison. Lurrr looks out to the crowd and gives that familiar evil grin we have been so accustomed to seeing. Lurrr aggressively calls for a mic from outside the ring. Lurrr starts yelling “Let’s go give me a fucking mic!!!” Belvedere tries to hurry to get around to the side of the ring Lurrr is yelling from, obviously very nervous. Lurrr rips the mic from Belvedere and motions for him to go away~
Lurrr: This guy who lays beneath me right now said last week that he was disappointed…Disappointed how easy it was to sneak up on the best in this company. I have a question for you now Scott Stevens……
~Lurrr lays on the mat with the mic up close to his mouth touching nose to nose to a busted open Stevens~
Lurrr: Are you fucking disappointed now??? Am I the Old Yeller dog that you referenced to last week?? Looks like I am the one doing the fucking hunting now doesn’t it??
~The crowd cheers. Lurrr is talking so aggressively into the mic that spit is flying out of his mouth. He stays down on the mat staring at Stevens~
Lurrr: You just think you can come into my company, the company that I built from the ground up and sneak attack me without any repercussions? You think I should care who Scott Stevens is? You think you decimated a legend?
~Lurrr pops back up to his feet~
Lurrr: Boy I am still standing so in my book that doesn’t count as a “decimated legend.” Hell you’re from Texas son, just like me, so you should know to always expect a fight on your hands after a sneak attack. In fact, you’re a fucking freak who has some weird disgusting fetish with hair. I am embarrassed to say you hail from the great State of Texas like myself. You are an embarrassment to my home state.
~Lurrr starts slapping Stevens on the head over and over again. The crowd begins to cheer in agreement of Lurrr’s freak assessment of Stevens~
Lurrr: The honest truth is the only real Texan in this company is me and it will always be me!!! So here’s how this is gonna work. You are going to continue to lay there and bleed while I go ahead and tell the jackoff’s in the back that in two weeks in fucking North Korea at Redacted I want a match booked against this freak Scott Stevens in a Texas Style Barbed-Wired Match!!!!!
~The crowd goes crazy as they know this will bring more blood to the ring!!~
Lurrr: You wanna act like a fucking freak then I am going to put you in the most nightmarish match scenario possible. Come two weeks from now you’re going to find out who the real mother fucking Texan is!!!! Now hit my damn music….
GUESS WHO'S BACK
Smith: Strong words from the OCW Original Icon!!
Hood: Scott Stevens got the jump on Lurrr at NSFW. Now, he could be in for some payback.
~Lurrr throws the mic down and exits the ring.~
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 10 million motherfuckers on my dick
~Lurrr heads for the ramp. He walks past Great Scott and THE DANCING BEAR. They try to flag him down but his pace quickens. He didn't do this for them. He did this to fuck Scott Stevens~
Smith: Lurrr enables Great Scott to give Scott Stevens his first defeat in OCW.
Hood: Once Stevens wakes up...he's going to be pissed.
Smith: That match, which I'm being told has been confirmed by Mike Zybala, will be violent.