Post by Jman2k3 on Jan 20, 2020 9:03:59 GMT
Joe Hoffman: And what a night it has been already here on ICONIC!
Benny Newell: I already can’t feel my legs..best fucking night ever!
Joe Hoffman: Be that as it may be Benny, we’ve got a long night of great action ahead of us! We’re just moments away from Scott Stevens taking on Steve Solex!
Benny Newell: It’s a contest of the dad bods! I mean…Solex has got to have a dad bod if he’s the number one dad..but Stevens? Got that lonesome loser of a bod. Will never be able to do anything about that!
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins.
♫ “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant♫
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 cheers that had once filled the arena quickly turn into jeers. The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the final image that is displayed across the screen is a giant hand that slowly closes into a FIST as letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.
Bryan McVay: From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain, and as soon as he makes his way to the edge of the stage golden pyro begins to rain down behind him as he raises up his right fist high into the air. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he just smirks and shakes his head at the vocal bashers.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring talking smack and flipping off the crowd 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 before raising the two unofficial state birds of Texas before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
The Angry Texan shows no emotion as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring.
Joe Hoffman: And here Stevens awaits for the arrival of Solex!
Benny Newell: I don’t know what Stevens expects to come out of this match with Solex other than another L. The fucker should just get the letter capitalized as a tattoo on his body…would finally complement the rest of those scribbles on himself.
Joe Hoffman: Well Benny, a lot of expectations for Stevens tonight. He’s trying to keep the ship righted and a win over Solex on ICONIC tonight would be a great step forward in the right direction as we shift to the LBI.
Benny Newell: You know, with a lot of talk about the LBI coming up, maybe..just maybe Stevens can get his own branding like that shit Scottywood incorporates….maybe the LBI stands for..oh I don’t know…Lonesome Loser Beaten Incorporated?!
Joe Hoffman: Um…Benny?…that’s LLBI…
Benny Newell: EXACTLY! Who gives a two halved fuck if there’s another L in it! That’s the whole point for Stevens!
Joe Hoffman: Ok then…
Avenged Sevenfold’s This Mean War plays throughout the arena as Steve Solex makes his way through the curtain and onto the entrance ramp. Solex slowly makes his way to the ring, dodging any fan interaction. He takes the steps up to the apron, and walks across to the adjacent turnbuckle. He stands up on the second rope and hoists both of his fists into the air, taking in the adulation of the fans in attendance. He steps down and enters the ring through the second rope, and tests the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: No love lost between these fans and Solex tonight.
Benny Newell: You think he gives a fuck about them? I wouldn’t either! You can never satisfy those marky motherfuckers in today’s wrestling age! Bet you a million bit coins that three quarters of these fat fucks dwell from their mothers basement as saltless queer bait trolls.
Joe Hoffman: I…wouldn’t know anything about that…but anyways, Solex looks like he’s ready to go and so is Matt Boettcher, who will be refereeing this matchup between the two.
Boettcher checks them both before turning and calling for the bell!
DING DING!
The match is underway as as Stevens and Solex trade away a few quick, sharp glances at each other. Before long, though, they are locked in the middle of the ring as each of the two attempt to get the upperhand over the other. A traditional, test of strength ensues as though they were competing for a national championship of the battle of control alone before Stevens is able to find the small window of opportunity on his end. Stevens takes a shot at Solex, who wasn’t ready for it, by gripping one of Solex’s hands and getting one of his freed by sending a closed fist straight to the gut of Solex. Solex lets the grip go and Stevens takes his shot and follows it up with a sweep of the leg taking Solex down to the mat. Solex doesn’t stay on the ground long, though, as he pops back up only for Stevens to rush the rope and come back at Solex with a shoulder drop that halts Solex back into the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens came for a fight tonight!
Benny Newell: This is merely childs play, Joe Joe! Solex will find his footing soon…you will see!
Stevens doesn’t give Solex a moment to breathe as he’s down on the mat and mounting Solex as he indulges himself by sending several right and lefts into the face of Solex. Solex is finally able to defend himself before he sends up a swift knee that catches the side of Stevens gut..and a gut check it was as Stevens rolls off Solex and to the side. This allows Solex to breathe momentarily before popping back up to his feet and taking his moment to strike. Solex starts off with a knee drop to the face of Stevens before transitioning into several face stomps relentlessly into the paddled squared circle. Solex finally lets up, but only to grip Stevens to his feet long enough before connecting with a neckbreaker, this time not giving Stevens a chance to breathe before dropping down and going for a cover.
ONE
TWO
Joe Hoffman: And a quick kickout there by Stevens. Obviously it’s going to take more than that to finish him off.
Benny Newell: Yes…but you’ve got to love the poetic justice here, hoffhole! Solex’s unrelentless assault on Stevens breathing dynamic is like Stevens win record…hard to gasp!
Solex gets his footing as he reaches down for Stevens but Stevens takes Solex off guard by rolling him up in a quick small package!
ONE
TWO
Solex powers out without thinking about the count like his life depended on it!
Joe Hoffman: Whoa! Stevens with a surprise, perhaps quick, thinking maneuver there!
Benny Newell: Oh give me a fucking break! He wasn’t thinking! He was merely being desperate!
This small window allows Stevens to get back to his feet quickly as Solex, too, is able to get to his feet. The two get into another test of strength but this time, it is Solex who gets the upperhand as he dishes out a shot to the midsection before taking Stevens down with a belly to belly suplex. Solex once again goes for a cover.
ONE
TWO
Another quick kickout for Stevens. Solex doesn’t stop the pace before launching Stevens into the ropes, but it is Stevens who uses the force of the ropes as leverage as he barrels into Solex and taking him down with a swift clothesline! Stevens grabs Solex and launches Solex into the corner turnbuckle. Stevens takes a few steps back before rushing at Solex and dives towards him but Solex moves allowing Stevens to hit the corner turnbuckle as no one is home. Stevens turns around quickly as Solex tries to grapple with Stevens, but Stevens dodges again and connects with the fist leveling Solex into the ground! Stevens drops down and covers Solex.
ONE
TWO
Joe Hoffman: And Solex is able to get his shoulder up! My god this has been a nice match up of evade and elude here by both men! A lot of endurance is being exerted here making this an exciting match up to watch!
Benny Newell: It’s going to take more than endurance here for the lonesome loser if he wants to even think about pulling off an upset here!
Stevens reaches down and brings Solex back to his feet. He once again grabs Solex and sends him towards the corner turnbuckle once again before running at him and finally connecting in that corner with a Stinger Splash as Solex flops forward into another grapple move by Stevens who sends Solex barreling quickly into the mat with a Scorpion Driver! Stevens once again goes for the cover..
ONE
TWO
THR..NO! Solex is just able to get his shoulder up!
Joe Hoffman: This matchup has been electrifying here as ICONIC is proving to be that and much more as it always is with the hottest action!
Benny Newell: Man come on Solex…you’re better than this! You’re the number one dad for fucks sake!
Stevens looks to take to the sky hoping for a high risk, high reward type of payoff as he targets Solex before diving off….but NOBODY HOME!! SOLEX MOVES!!
Benny Newell: YES!!! SEE NOW SOLEX IS GONNA GET IT!
Joe Hoffman: Easy there Benny…
Solex rolls to his feet as he hops up and looks about the crowd who are hot on their feet. Solex reaches down and grabs Stevens but Stevens shoves Solex towards the corner. Caught trying to think on his feet, Solex is then taken by surprise when Stevens tries to dive towards Solex in the corner, but Solex is quick to think on his feet as he dodges as Stevens once again clashes with the turnbuckle. Stevens turns around, stumbles out of the corner coming toward Solex as Solex sends a stiff knee into the stomach of Stevens before doubling him over and grabbing him and locking him in a front face lock. Solex drops to a knee and places Stevens over it…
Joe Hoffman: Oh boy…we’ve been here before Benny! Solex literally has Stevens bent over his knee! You don’t think?!…
Benny Newell: You better believe it, hoffy! The belt is a coming!!
Almost as if Benny is predicting the future, on cue mind you, Solex rips the belt from his waist and folds it in half as he goes to hold it high over his head…
Benny Newell: Oh I’ve been waiting for this asshole to get every form of punishment he’s about to get dished to him from Solex!
Joe Hoffman: Well…we’re about to see how far your metaphors will go here Benny…
However, almost as if this move is never destined to work properly, Stevens drops down and catches the tights of Solex as he presses Solex’s shoulders down to the mat…catching Solex completely off guard!!
ONE
TWO
Benny Newell: OH FOR THE FUCK LOVE OF HELL NO!!!!
THR……….
NO!!!! Solex is literally able to get his shoulder up at 2.9999999999999!!!!
Joe Hoffman: What a save there by Solex! That would have been one hell of an ending, Benny!
Benny Newell: I nearly shit my pants there……I SHIT you not! That was too fucking close!
Stevens, feeling like he almost had that victory right there, sighs before mounting Solex and just unloading in frustration with a series of closed punches as Solex can’t help but to take it defenseless. It gets so out of control , that Boettcher starts the five count on Stevens in getting him to break up the assault.
ONE….
TWO….
THREE….
FOUR…..
FI….Stevens just barely gives up before Boettcher can get to the five count. Stevens rolls to his feet and just shakes his head in dismay as Solex is slow to recover. Stevens turns around and shakes his head again as he tells himself this is going to end his way.
Joe Hoffman: I can see how Stevens is getting frustrated…really wanting this win. You can see the passion there but Stevens has to be careful…
Benny Newell: There’s no such thing, hoffhole! You’re talking about a lost cause here!
Stevens turns around and measures up Solex as he slowly gets back to his feet. Stevens looks to end this straight up but before he can go for the Toxic Sting, Solex puts up his hands as if he’s instructing Stevens to wait!! Stevens all confused looks at Solex who simply just points at him. Solex smirks before looking off in the distance like “what the fuck is that?” Stevens looks down before Solex sends his finger straight into Stevens eye!
Benny Newell: AHAHAHA!! THE FINGER POKE OF DAD!!!
Stevens, blindsided by the move, stumbles backwards before Solex rushes at him and takes him down with a shoulder block.
Benny Newell: Oh here we go!!
Joe Hoffman:….
Benny Newell: By Gosh!!!
Joe Hoffman: Huh?
Solex continues off the opposite ropes as Stevens gets to his feet, only to be knocked down with another shoulder block.
Benny Newell: By Golly!!
Joe Hoffman: Do what?
Stevens is quick to his feet again, but is then taken out by the Clothesline from Heck from Solex! Solex drops down and smirks as he covers Stevens!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is out!
Benny Newell: YES!!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING!!
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner….STEVE SOLEX!!!
Solex gets back to his feet as he starts to celebrate in the middle of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: What an exciting back and forth match up that was Benny! That had me on the edge of my seat!
Benny Newell: I knew all along that Solex was going to pull off the win here tonight!
Joe Hoffman: Be that as it may though Benny, you can’t blame Stevens for a very hard fought match here tonight! Stevens should be proud as the Number One Dad in HOW continues his winning ways!
The action cuts away as the restless crowd is eager for the matches to come.
Benny Newell: I already can’t feel my legs..best fucking night ever!
Joe Hoffman: Be that as it may be Benny, we’ve got a long night of great action ahead of us! We’re just moments away from Scott Stevens taking on Steve Solex!
Benny Newell: It’s a contest of the dad bods! I mean…Solex has got to have a dad bod if he’s the number one dad..but Stevens? Got that lonesome loser of a bod. Will never be able to do anything about that!
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins.
♫ “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant♫
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 cheers that had once filled the arena quickly turn into jeers. The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the final image that is displayed across the screen is a giant hand that slowly closes into a FIST as letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.
Bryan McVay: From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain, and as soon as he makes his way to the edge of the stage golden pyro begins to rain down behind him as he raises up his right fist high into the air. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he just smirks and shakes his head at the vocal bashers.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring talking smack and flipping off the crowd 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 before raising the two unofficial state birds of Texas before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
The Angry Texan shows no emotion as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring.
Joe Hoffman: And here Stevens awaits for the arrival of Solex!
Benny Newell: I don’t know what Stevens expects to come out of this match with Solex other than another L. The fucker should just get the letter capitalized as a tattoo on his body…would finally complement the rest of those scribbles on himself.
Joe Hoffman: Well Benny, a lot of expectations for Stevens tonight. He’s trying to keep the ship righted and a win over Solex on ICONIC tonight would be a great step forward in the right direction as we shift to the LBI.
Benny Newell: You know, with a lot of talk about the LBI coming up, maybe..just maybe Stevens can get his own branding like that shit Scottywood incorporates….maybe the LBI stands for..oh I don’t know…Lonesome Loser Beaten Incorporated?!
Joe Hoffman: Um…Benny?…that’s LLBI…
Benny Newell: EXACTLY! Who gives a two halved fuck if there’s another L in it! That’s the whole point for Stevens!
Joe Hoffman: Ok then…
Avenged Sevenfold’s This Mean War plays throughout the arena as Steve Solex makes his way through the curtain and onto the entrance ramp. Solex slowly makes his way to the ring, dodging any fan interaction. He takes the steps up to the apron, and walks across to the adjacent turnbuckle. He stands up on the second rope and hoists both of his fists into the air, taking in the adulation of the fans in attendance. He steps down and enters the ring through the second rope, and tests the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: No love lost between these fans and Solex tonight.
Benny Newell: You think he gives a fuck about them? I wouldn’t either! You can never satisfy those marky motherfuckers in today’s wrestling age! Bet you a million bit coins that three quarters of these fat fucks dwell from their mothers basement as saltless queer bait trolls.
Joe Hoffman: I…wouldn’t know anything about that…but anyways, Solex looks like he’s ready to go and so is Matt Boettcher, who will be refereeing this matchup between the two.
Boettcher checks them both before turning and calling for the bell!
DING DING!
The match is underway as as Stevens and Solex trade away a few quick, sharp glances at each other. Before long, though, they are locked in the middle of the ring as each of the two attempt to get the upperhand over the other. A traditional, test of strength ensues as though they were competing for a national championship of the battle of control alone before Stevens is able to find the small window of opportunity on his end. Stevens takes a shot at Solex, who wasn’t ready for it, by gripping one of Solex’s hands and getting one of his freed by sending a closed fist straight to the gut of Solex. Solex lets the grip go and Stevens takes his shot and follows it up with a sweep of the leg taking Solex down to the mat. Solex doesn’t stay on the ground long, though, as he pops back up only for Stevens to rush the rope and come back at Solex with a shoulder drop that halts Solex back into the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens came for a fight tonight!
Benny Newell: This is merely childs play, Joe Joe! Solex will find his footing soon…you will see!
Stevens doesn’t give Solex a moment to breathe as he’s down on the mat and mounting Solex as he indulges himself by sending several right and lefts into the face of Solex. Solex is finally able to defend himself before he sends up a swift knee that catches the side of Stevens gut..and a gut check it was as Stevens rolls off Solex and to the side. This allows Solex to breathe momentarily before popping back up to his feet and taking his moment to strike. Solex starts off with a knee drop to the face of Stevens before transitioning into several face stomps relentlessly into the paddled squared circle. Solex finally lets up, but only to grip Stevens to his feet long enough before connecting with a neckbreaker, this time not giving Stevens a chance to breathe before dropping down and going for a cover.
ONE
TWO
Joe Hoffman: And a quick kickout there by Stevens. Obviously it’s going to take more than that to finish him off.
Benny Newell: Yes…but you’ve got to love the poetic justice here, hoffhole! Solex’s unrelentless assault on Stevens breathing dynamic is like Stevens win record…hard to gasp!
Solex gets his footing as he reaches down for Stevens but Stevens takes Solex off guard by rolling him up in a quick small package!
ONE
TWO
Solex powers out without thinking about the count like his life depended on it!
Joe Hoffman: Whoa! Stevens with a surprise, perhaps quick, thinking maneuver there!
Benny Newell: Oh give me a fucking break! He wasn’t thinking! He was merely being desperate!
This small window allows Stevens to get back to his feet quickly as Solex, too, is able to get to his feet. The two get into another test of strength but this time, it is Solex who gets the upperhand as he dishes out a shot to the midsection before taking Stevens down with a belly to belly suplex. Solex once again goes for a cover.
ONE
TWO
Another quick kickout for Stevens. Solex doesn’t stop the pace before launching Stevens into the ropes, but it is Stevens who uses the force of the ropes as leverage as he barrels into Solex and taking him down with a swift clothesline! Stevens grabs Solex and launches Solex into the corner turnbuckle. Stevens takes a few steps back before rushing at Solex and dives towards him but Solex moves allowing Stevens to hit the corner turnbuckle as no one is home. Stevens turns around quickly as Solex tries to grapple with Stevens, but Stevens dodges again and connects with the fist leveling Solex into the ground! Stevens drops down and covers Solex.
ONE
TWO
Joe Hoffman: And Solex is able to get his shoulder up! My god this has been a nice match up of evade and elude here by both men! A lot of endurance is being exerted here making this an exciting match up to watch!
Benny Newell: It’s going to take more than endurance here for the lonesome loser if he wants to even think about pulling off an upset here!
Stevens reaches down and brings Solex back to his feet. He once again grabs Solex and sends him towards the corner turnbuckle once again before running at him and finally connecting in that corner with a Stinger Splash as Solex flops forward into another grapple move by Stevens who sends Solex barreling quickly into the mat with a Scorpion Driver! Stevens once again goes for the cover..
ONE
TWO
THR..NO! Solex is just able to get his shoulder up!
Joe Hoffman: This matchup has been electrifying here as ICONIC is proving to be that and much more as it always is with the hottest action!
Benny Newell: Man come on Solex…you’re better than this! You’re the number one dad for fucks sake!
Stevens looks to take to the sky hoping for a high risk, high reward type of payoff as he targets Solex before diving off….but NOBODY HOME!! SOLEX MOVES!!
Benny Newell: YES!!! SEE NOW SOLEX IS GONNA GET IT!
Joe Hoffman: Easy there Benny…
Solex rolls to his feet as he hops up and looks about the crowd who are hot on their feet. Solex reaches down and grabs Stevens but Stevens shoves Solex towards the corner. Caught trying to think on his feet, Solex is then taken by surprise when Stevens tries to dive towards Solex in the corner, but Solex is quick to think on his feet as he dodges as Stevens once again clashes with the turnbuckle. Stevens turns around, stumbles out of the corner coming toward Solex as Solex sends a stiff knee into the stomach of Stevens before doubling him over and grabbing him and locking him in a front face lock. Solex drops to a knee and places Stevens over it…
Joe Hoffman: Oh boy…we’ve been here before Benny! Solex literally has Stevens bent over his knee! You don’t think?!…
Benny Newell: You better believe it, hoffy! The belt is a coming!!
Almost as if Benny is predicting the future, on cue mind you, Solex rips the belt from his waist and folds it in half as he goes to hold it high over his head…
Benny Newell: Oh I’ve been waiting for this asshole to get every form of punishment he’s about to get dished to him from Solex!
Joe Hoffman: Well…we’re about to see how far your metaphors will go here Benny…
However, almost as if this move is never destined to work properly, Stevens drops down and catches the tights of Solex as he presses Solex’s shoulders down to the mat…catching Solex completely off guard!!
ONE
TWO
Benny Newell: OH FOR THE FUCK LOVE OF HELL NO!!!!
THR……….
NO!!!! Solex is literally able to get his shoulder up at 2.9999999999999!!!!
Joe Hoffman: What a save there by Solex! That would have been one hell of an ending, Benny!
Benny Newell: I nearly shit my pants there……I SHIT you not! That was too fucking close!
Stevens, feeling like he almost had that victory right there, sighs before mounting Solex and just unloading in frustration with a series of closed punches as Solex can’t help but to take it defenseless. It gets so out of control , that Boettcher starts the five count on Stevens in getting him to break up the assault.
ONE….
TWO….
THREE….
FOUR…..
FI….Stevens just barely gives up before Boettcher can get to the five count. Stevens rolls to his feet and just shakes his head in dismay as Solex is slow to recover. Stevens turns around and shakes his head again as he tells himself this is going to end his way.
Joe Hoffman: I can see how Stevens is getting frustrated…really wanting this win. You can see the passion there but Stevens has to be careful…
Benny Newell: There’s no such thing, hoffhole! You’re talking about a lost cause here!
Stevens turns around and measures up Solex as he slowly gets back to his feet. Stevens looks to end this straight up but before he can go for the Toxic Sting, Solex puts up his hands as if he’s instructing Stevens to wait!! Stevens all confused looks at Solex who simply just points at him. Solex smirks before looking off in the distance like “what the fuck is that?” Stevens looks down before Solex sends his finger straight into Stevens eye!
Benny Newell: AHAHAHA!! THE FINGER POKE OF DAD!!!
Stevens, blindsided by the move, stumbles backwards before Solex rushes at him and takes him down with a shoulder block.
Benny Newell: Oh here we go!!
Joe Hoffman:….
Benny Newell: By Gosh!!!
Joe Hoffman: Huh?
Solex continues off the opposite ropes as Stevens gets to his feet, only to be knocked down with another shoulder block.
Benny Newell: By Golly!!
Joe Hoffman: Do what?
Stevens is quick to his feet again, but is then taken out by the Clothesline from Heck from Solex! Solex drops down and smirks as he covers Stevens!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is out!
Benny Newell: YES!!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING!!
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner….STEVE SOLEX!!!
Solex gets back to his feet as he starts to celebrate in the middle of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: What an exciting back and forth match up that was Benny! That had me on the edge of my seat!
Benny Newell: I knew all along that Solex was going to pull off the win here tonight!
Joe Hoffman: Be that as it may though Benny, you can’t blame Stevens for a very hard fought match here tonight! Stevens should be proud as the Number One Dad in HOW continues his winning ways!
The action cuts away as the restless crowd is eager for the matches to come.