Post by Jman2k3 on Aug 17, 2022 3:06:29 GMT
OCW Presents: Massacre
LIVE! August 15th 2022
FROM The United Center
In Chicago, Illinois
Singles Match
Scott Stevens (0-0) vs. Lobster Mobster (0-4)
~The Lobster Mobster is already in the ring bitching and complaining about a local shopkeeper out in Maine that owes him money for protection. He looks extremely threatening, or, well, as threatening as a giant lobster wearing a fedora can look~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, The Lobster Mobster!
~The Lobster Mobster swings his tommy gun around and holds it high in the air. The fans give a mixed reaction~
Jones: Lobster Mobster as ornery as always.
Hood: It’s tough, man. Having to hold down his surf and turf without the proper funding. Those businesses has better pay him what he’s owed OR ELSE.
Jones: Right.
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 drops to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd~
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
~The Texan shows no emotion as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring. Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Jones: Scott Stevens back in action. Here in large part due to OCW’s allegiance under the PWA network.
Hood: Yea man, Stevens was around back in 2019...he had that brutal match with Lurrr at Redacted.
Jones: That he did. These days he seems to be spreading some sort of gospel. The gospel of Lee Best.
Hood: Sounds like heresy to me!
~The Lobster Mobster heads Stevens way. He’s still carrying his stupid Tommy Gun. We all pretty much assume this thing is fake...why else would it be allowed in the ring. The Mobster pokes it in Stevens chest and talks all big and bad. Stevens rips the gun from him and he breaks it in half over his knee, tossing the severed weapon out of the ring. The Mobster freezes...he leans back and is greeted with a lariat, sending him to the mat~
Jones: Yep, suspicions confirmed.
Hood: We can’t just jump to that conclusion, Jones! That could’ve been a real gun...real metal. Stevens may be so inspired with Bestism or whatever he’s calling that religion that he’s able to do things mere mortals cannot.
Jones: I doubt that.
~Stevens reaches down and grabs a handful of the Lobster Mobster, yanking him to his feet. He spins him around and grabs the crustacean by the head, bending him backwards. With his head hooked, Stevens looks into the camera and shouts out some of his religious babble before dropping the Mobster with a Scorpion Death Drop!! The Lobster Mobster is on his back, out~
Jones: Another short, disappointing evening for the Lobster Mobster.
Hood: You one of his scorned lovers or something?
Jones: Of course not!
Hood: One of his gumars?
Jones: NO
~Stevens is already back on his feet. He kicks Mobster in the back, violently, sending him onto his side. Stevens drops to the mat and he suddenly latches his body onto The Lobster Mobster applying a Rear Naked Choke with Body Scissors! He’s got his signature submission, Goodnight Sweet Prince applied!!! The Lobster Mobster barely moves before his giant pinches hit the mat. Scruff sees that he’s out...he calls for the bell. It rings. The fans boo~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...SCOTT STEVENS!!!!!
Jones: Stevens makes short work of the Lobster Mobster.
Hood: No shock there. Last time we saw Stevens he was wearing a mask. Now he’s preaching religious rantings.
Jones: The man’s always got some type of trick up his sleeve.
~Stevens lets Lobster go and returns to his feet. As Scott Stevens celebrates his win, he calls for a microphone and once it's placed in his hand he hits it to make sure it is on.~
Scott Stevens: This is what happens when you don't accept 97 Red into your life and acknowledge our GOD, Lee Best, as your wrestling savior.
~The crowd boos the Texan and some throw garbage into the ring~
Scott Stevens: This trash being thrown in this ring represents all non-believers of the House of Best and everyone in OCW.
~The jeers intensify as the chant begins to chant Stevens loves to hear~
Crowd: FUCK YOU STEVENS! FUCK YOU STEVENS! FUCK YOU STEVENS!
~A smirk crosses the Texan's face as he just chuckles~
Scott Stevens: Until I get an answer to my challenge this is only the beginning.
~Stevens proclaims has he throws down the mic is about to exit the ring when his theme music is abruptly shut off. After a few seconds of silence, Stevens looks at the audience confused. He shakes his head in disappointment expecting a challenger. The arena goes dark. That's when the guitar slow build of the song "Level" by The Raconteurs starts to play. On the OCW Video Screen we see letters slowly appear.
H.
O.
O.
T.
~Alice Knight's theme music finally plays throughout the building as many of the audience rise to their feet and begin cheering. A loud "HOOT" chant begins to build from the crowd. Scott Stevens looks at the entrance way with glee on his face. Alice Knight finally comes out to a big ovation. She stands at the top of the entrance way throwing out OWL IS NIGHT CHUNKY MUSTARD packets to some kids in the crowd. She smiles looking over the crowd holding a microphone as the building shakes with stomps, applause and HOOTS. She lets this moment sink in for a few more seconds before speaking~
Alice Knight: So are you the one that calls himself The Pope of the House of Best? Ha! More like The DOPE of the House of Best if you ask me, am I right my hooters???
~Alice cups her ear with her hand reacting to the crowd cheering and hooting loudly~
Alice Knight: Oh, Scott. That's what we call a JOKE around here! A joke? It's what the OCW Universe and roster think of the H.O.W. boys running amuck around here lately.
~Crowd cheers while Alice smiles looking at Scott from a distance. Scott looks in her direction smirking~
Alice Knight: So a little bird told me that you're looking for a match at OCW's Margarita Mix pay per view event huh? And while I love OCW I am not surprised anyone back here hasn't accepted your challenge. Between you and me Scotty, there are some cowards roaming around. You were right about that. But this little birdie also told me a few other things also. It told me things like 'Who will stop these idiot H.O.W. dweebs?' and 'Who will step up to ol' Tex. Scott Stevens' challenge...?' and finally more importantly things like 'When is our OWL Queen 'Alice Knight' returning to the ring?' Yea? This birdie was a wee bit of a gabber-mouth but it made some good points. So if you haven't put the puzzle pieces together yet, Dopey. I, ALICE KNIGHT, will take you up on this challenge of yours at MARGARITA MIX!!
~Alice Knight lowers the microphone as the crowd cheers and hoots even louder as Scott Stevens nods in approval glaring in Alice's direction. Alice returns the stare with a wink in his direction. Stevens reaches down and picks up the microphone~
Scott Stevens: Alice Knight, a bonafide OCW Hall of Famer which means you are head and shoulders better than half of these heathens that claim greatness, but don't want to back it up. That means you are a worthy opponent of my time and our GOD's time because The Pope of the House of Best. The Demi-God of HOW doesn't settle for lesser birds you associate with.
~The crowd boos and Stevens smirks~
Scott Stevens: One more thing pretty bird. The last time I was in this company I faced another Hall of Famer and it appears he isn't around anymore. You're welcome.
~Stevens motions and mouths to Alice he's the reason Lurrr isn't here anymore~
Scott Stevens: So think long and hard Alice before diving into the deep end with me because it may very well be your last.
~Stevens threatens before dropping the mic and his music hits~
Jones: Alice Knight taking on Scott Stevens at the Margarita Mix?!
Hood: I'm down. As Stevens said, he pretty much ran Lurrr out of here. Let's see him do the same to Alice! Let's go!
Jones: I don't know if I agree with that narrative. But Stevens WAS Lurrr's last match in OCW, that's true. Either way, if we get Alice and Stevens at the MIX...that's a HUGE match!
Hood: No doubt.
Jones: Alright fans, let's cut backstage.
LIVE! August 15th 2022
FROM The United Center
In Chicago, Illinois
Singles Match
Scott Stevens (0-0) vs. Lobster Mobster (0-4)
~The Lobster Mobster is already in the ring bitching and complaining about a local shopkeeper out in Maine that owes him money for protection. He looks extremely threatening, or, well, as threatening as a giant lobster wearing a fedora can look~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, The Lobster Mobster!
~The Lobster Mobster swings his tommy gun around and holds it high in the air. The fans give a mixed reaction~
Jones: Lobster Mobster as ornery as always.
Hood: It’s tough, man. Having to hold down his surf and turf without the proper funding. Those businesses has better pay him what he’s owed OR ELSE.
Jones: Right.
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 drops to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd~
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
~The Texan shows no emotion as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the bell to ring. Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Jones: Scott Stevens back in action. Here in large part due to OCW’s allegiance under the PWA network.
Hood: Yea man, Stevens was around back in 2019...he had that brutal match with Lurrr at Redacted.
Jones: That he did. These days he seems to be spreading some sort of gospel. The gospel of Lee Best.
Hood: Sounds like heresy to me!
~The Lobster Mobster heads Stevens way. He’s still carrying his stupid Tommy Gun. We all pretty much assume this thing is fake...why else would it be allowed in the ring. The Mobster pokes it in Stevens chest and talks all big and bad. Stevens rips the gun from him and he breaks it in half over his knee, tossing the severed weapon out of the ring. The Mobster freezes...he leans back and is greeted with a lariat, sending him to the mat~
Jones: Yep, suspicions confirmed.
Hood: We can’t just jump to that conclusion, Jones! That could’ve been a real gun...real metal. Stevens may be so inspired with Bestism or whatever he’s calling that religion that he’s able to do things mere mortals cannot.
Jones: I doubt that.
~Stevens reaches down and grabs a handful of the Lobster Mobster, yanking him to his feet. He spins him around and grabs the crustacean by the head, bending him backwards. With his head hooked, Stevens looks into the camera and shouts out some of his religious babble before dropping the Mobster with a Scorpion Death Drop!! The Lobster Mobster is on his back, out~
Jones: Another short, disappointing evening for the Lobster Mobster.
Hood: You one of his scorned lovers or something?
Jones: Of course not!
Hood: One of his gumars?
Jones: NO
~Stevens is already back on his feet. He kicks Mobster in the back, violently, sending him onto his side. Stevens drops to the mat and he suddenly latches his body onto The Lobster Mobster applying a Rear Naked Choke with Body Scissors! He’s got his signature submission, Goodnight Sweet Prince applied!!! The Lobster Mobster barely moves before his giant pinches hit the mat. Scruff sees that he’s out...he calls for the bell. It rings. The fans boo~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...SCOTT STEVENS!!!!!
Jones: Stevens makes short work of the Lobster Mobster.
Hood: No shock there. Last time we saw Stevens he was wearing a mask. Now he’s preaching religious rantings.
Jones: The man’s always got some type of trick up his sleeve.
~Stevens lets Lobster go and returns to his feet. As Scott Stevens celebrates his win, he calls for a microphone and once it's placed in his hand he hits it to make sure it is on.~
Scott Stevens: This is what happens when you don't accept 97 Red into your life and acknowledge our GOD, Lee Best, as your wrestling savior.
~The crowd boos the Texan and some throw garbage into the ring~
Scott Stevens: This trash being thrown in this ring represents all non-believers of the House of Best and everyone in OCW.
~The jeers intensify as the chant begins to chant Stevens loves to hear~
Crowd: FUCK YOU STEVENS! FUCK YOU STEVENS! FUCK YOU STEVENS!
~A smirk crosses the Texan's face as he just chuckles~
Scott Stevens: Until I get an answer to my challenge this is only the beginning.
~Stevens proclaims has he throws down the mic is about to exit the ring when his theme music is abruptly shut off. After a few seconds of silence, Stevens looks at the audience confused. He shakes his head in disappointment expecting a challenger. The arena goes dark. That's when the guitar slow build of the song "Level" by The Raconteurs starts to play. On the OCW Video Screen we see letters slowly appear.
H.
O.
O.
T.
~Alice Knight's theme music finally plays throughout the building as many of the audience rise to their feet and begin cheering. A loud "HOOT" chant begins to build from the crowd. Scott Stevens looks at the entrance way with glee on his face. Alice Knight finally comes out to a big ovation. She stands at the top of the entrance way throwing out OWL IS NIGHT CHUNKY MUSTARD packets to some kids in the crowd. She smiles looking over the crowd holding a microphone as the building shakes with stomps, applause and HOOTS. She lets this moment sink in for a few more seconds before speaking~
Alice Knight: So are you the one that calls himself The Pope of the House of Best? Ha! More like The DOPE of the House of Best if you ask me, am I right my hooters???
~Alice cups her ear with her hand reacting to the crowd cheering and hooting loudly~
Alice Knight: Oh, Scott. That's what we call a JOKE around here! A joke? It's what the OCW Universe and roster think of the H.O.W. boys running amuck around here lately.
~Crowd cheers while Alice smiles looking at Scott from a distance. Scott looks in her direction smirking~
Alice Knight: So a little bird told me that you're looking for a match at OCW's Margarita Mix pay per view event huh? And while I love OCW I am not surprised anyone back here hasn't accepted your challenge. Between you and me Scotty, there are some cowards roaming around. You were right about that. But this little birdie also told me a few other things also. It told me things like 'Who will stop these idiot H.O.W. dweebs?' and 'Who will step up to ol' Tex. Scott Stevens' challenge...?' and finally more importantly things like 'When is our OWL Queen 'Alice Knight' returning to the ring?' Yea? This birdie was a wee bit of a gabber-mouth but it made some good points. So if you haven't put the puzzle pieces together yet, Dopey. I, ALICE KNIGHT, will take you up on this challenge of yours at MARGARITA MIX!!
~Alice Knight lowers the microphone as the crowd cheers and hoots even louder as Scott Stevens nods in approval glaring in Alice's direction. Alice returns the stare with a wink in his direction. Stevens reaches down and picks up the microphone~
Scott Stevens: Alice Knight, a bonafide OCW Hall of Famer which means you are head and shoulders better than half of these heathens that claim greatness, but don't want to back it up. That means you are a worthy opponent of my time and our GOD's time because The Pope of the House of Best. The Demi-God of HOW doesn't settle for lesser birds you associate with.
~The crowd boos and Stevens smirks~
Scott Stevens: One more thing pretty bird. The last time I was in this company I faced another Hall of Famer and it appears he isn't around anymore. You're welcome.
~Stevens motions and mouths to Alice he's the reason Lurrr isn't here anymore~
Scott Stevens: So think long and hard Alice before diving into the deep end with me because it may very well be your last.
~Stevens threatens before dropping the mic and his music hits~
Jones: Alice Knight taking on Scott Stevens at the Margarita Mix?!
Hood: I'm down. As Stevens said, he pretty much ran Lurrr out of here. Let's see him do the same to Alice! Let's go!
Jones: I don't know if I agree with that narrative. But Stevens WAS Lurrr's last match in OCW, that's true. Either way, if we get Alice and Stevens at the MIX...that's a HUGE match!
Hood: No doubt.
Jones: Alright fans, let's cut backstage.