Post by Jman2k3 on Aug 3, 2020 2:42:02 GMT
#21 Zeb Martin vs. #32 Scott Stevens
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back everyone. Up next, we have the young upstart of the eGG Bandits, Zeb Martin, going against Texas Wrestling Royalty, Scott Stevens. Zeb is coming off a win a couple shows back, while Stevens is trying to find his footing. Who do you like in this one, Benny?
Benny Newell: Are you holding a gun to my head?
Joe Hoffman: No.
Benny Newell: Good, because even if you were I still wouldn’t pick Scott Stevens– and I really don’t know much about this Zed kid besides not knowing much about him, and he likes eggs. Nerd.
Joe Hoffman: Clearly. And on that note, here comes Zeb Martin.
The mid-tempo backing drone and accompanying piano and outlaw Nashville guitar licks begin to kick up. The voice of Ben Nichols pierces through the melody as “Everything Has Changed” by Lucero blares over the sound system, and the vocal queue signals the entrance of Zeb Martin. The Watson Mill Kid steps out to greet everyone with the bill of his Levi Garrett Racing hat worn low to shield his eyes. A friendly grin on his face, he attempts to pull the hat down even further (a real shy boy) as he makes his way down to the ring while making sure to outstretch his arm for some old-school hand slapping.
Brian McVay: Coming down the aisle, from Comer, Georgie, standing six feet, one inch tall… weighing 235 pounds… representing the yolk and shell… ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEBBBBBBBBbbbbb…. MARTINNNNNnNNNNNN!!!!
Upon arrival, Zeb climbs the apron and wipes his boots before ducking underneath the top rope, then gives a friendly nod to his corner audience before patiently awaiting for the match to begin.
“DEAD MAN WALKING” – CRUCIFIX (FEAT. THE LACS) begins to play.
Out steps Stevens.
Brian McVay: Coming to the ring, from Houston, Texas, standing six feet, six inches tall, weighing in at 256 pounds and making fifty-seven thousand and six hundred dollars a year…. HE IS!!! THE SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCOTT! STEVENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stevens walks to the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens recently reconnected with Charles Greene, a former trainer of his. Maybe that’s the difference maker here tonight?
Benny Newell: Have I asked you if you had a gun yet?
Stevens reaches the ring. He walks up the steps, steps between the ropes, and gives Zeb a look like it’s about to go down.
Joe Hoffman: I think Hortega might have his hands full with this one Benny. Stevens looks determined. But then again, so does Zeb.
Benny Newell: Who is Zeb?
DING~!
Joe Hoffman: And we are underway!
Stevens and Zeb lock horns in the center of the ring. The brutish Texan overpowers Martin, throwing him backwards and onto his back. He then looks down at his opponent, brushing his hands off at a job well done.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think Zeb was expecting Scott to be this strong. He can’t believe it.
Benny Newell: Eh… nah, not even gonna bother second guessing it. Nope.
Indeed, Zeb, who is now on a knee, looks up at Scott with a look of surprise. However, the look is quickly washed over by one of determination. He goes charging in, drives his shoulder into Stevens’ abdomen, and begins to push him back to the corner. Stevens, the taller, stronger, bigger man, uses all of the things just mentioned to his advantage and slams on the breaks. He reaches high into the air, and then drops Zeb to the mat with a thunderous double axe handle smash across the Bandit upstart’s back.
Joe Hoffman: Steven’s isn’t playing any games tonight, Benny.
Benny Newell: If only he had a Jordan like follow through.
The Scorpion wastes no time and drops down on top of Zeb. He wrenches in a headlock, while peppering Martin with a few jabs to the face. He even rakes the Bandit’s eyes, which allows him to lock in The Venomous Wrath of the Goddess Selket.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens taking a page out of JFK’s book with the crossface submission. The tag champ used the same move on Zeb a few weeks back.
Hortega asks Zeb if he’s had enough, but while the Bandit upstart is pushing a “no” out of his mouth he manages to slip free of Steven’s grasp. He rolls away from the infuriated Texan, who had his opponent right where he wanted him. Stevens moves in, Zeb ducks under a clothesline attempt and delivers a dropkick. Stevens doesn’t go down, instead he reels backwards into the ropes and bounces forward with momentum. Zeb dives down at his feet, hitting the mat belly first. Stevens jumps over, and Zeb pops up behind him. Stevens bounces off the opposing ropes, and comes steaming back. He goes for another clothesline, and it gets ducked yet again. Zeb winds up, but Stevens blocks the punch. After a second or two of stalemating, Zeb kicks Stevens in the gut, and then spikes him with a DDT!
Joe Hoffman: What an exchange!
Benny Newell: Told ya.
Joe Hoffman: Quick cover!
Hortega drops to the mat. Zeb hooks the leg.
Uno.
Dos.
KICKOUT.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens powers out at two!
Zeb springs to his feet, and pulls the Texan upright. He peppers him a few times and then whips Stevens into the ropes. Stevens, still groggy, bounces back and Zeb nails him with a Soman Drop.
Benny Newell: Who’d have thought the kid had it in him? How much does Stevens way again? 290?
Joe Hoffman: 256, Benny. You heard it at the start of the match.
Benny Newell: Oh. Right. Still.
The Scorpion rolls around writhing on the mat, stung from the drop. Zeb is back on his feet, he stalks over towards his prey, casts his rod out and hooks Stevens right in the mouth. Literally, he hooked his index finger and shoved it in Stevens mouth.
Joe Hoffman: Maybe a little payback here from eye rake earlier.
Hortega breaks the hold, and admonishes Zeb. The upstart points to his eyes, pleading his case. All the while, The Scorpion gathers his strength.
Joe Hoffman: Ut-oh, Benny! Zeb better look out! Stevens is up, and madder than fish out of water!
Poised to strike, Stevens lurks behind Zeb, maybe wondering if it’s time to finish him off, or maybe wondering what his hair tastes like. That’s his facial expression. Instead of attacking Zeb from behind though, he waits for him to turn around, and then levels him with a Discus Clothesline.
Joe Hoffman: He landed that one, Benny!
Benny Newell: Finally. Still not enough.
Joe Hoffman: We’re about to find out!
Hortega drops to the mat once again.
Uno.
DOS!
TR-KICKOUT!
Joe Hoffman: SO CLOSE! I thought he might have had him.
Stevens slaps the mat in frustration, and yells at Hortega to count faster. He gathers himself, and gets up on his feet. He then reaches down, grabs Zeb by the hair, shoves the upstart’s head between his legs, and mouths off to the crowd.
Joe Hoffman: Moral Compass! If he hits it, it’s over!
Benny Newell: Maybe I was wrong.
Stevens goes to lift Zeb, and spike him for a Piledriver. Zeb grabs on to The Scorpion’s legs, not allowing himself to go upright. Both men struggle, until Zeb lets go?
Joe Hoffman: What the?
The force of Stevens pulling up on Martin, and Zeb’s sudden release, cause the young upstart to slingshot up into a powerbomb position. Stevens, not expecting it, loses his balance, and more importantly his grip, and starts to tilt backwards.
This allows Zeb to slip out of the hold.
On his way down, he smoothly transitions with modified guillotine drop.
Benny Newell: Neck Cricker out of nowhere! He got all of it! The hick just caught a Scorpion!
Not wanting to spend another moment with the ever dangerous Stevens, Zeb quickly covers him. Hortega drops down. Zeb hooks the leg.
Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
Bryan Mcvay: Winner of the match via pinfall….ZEB MAARRRRRRTINNNN!!!!
Joe Hoffman: WOW! Zeb showing some resolve here tonight and picks up another win.
Benny Newell: What I tell you, Joe? Never in doubt! DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: Never in doubt? You JINXED Stevens! He was doing fine until you came aboard.
Benny Newell: I was just making sure you were paying attention. That’s all! Tough crowd. Jeesh. Might need a gun moving forward.
The action cuts away from the announce team to elsewhere inside the AllState Arena.