Post by Jman2k3 on May 6, 2024 8:39:16 GMT
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Event Date: May 3, 2024 at 10:00 pm
Back live and the opening chords of REO Speedwagon’s “Keep On Loving You” hit over the PA system. On the HOV, a giant heart appears to beat to the song.
Brian McVay: The next match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall!
You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin’ missin’
Benny Newell: Goddamnit, I hate this fuckin’ song!
Emerging from the locker room is REAL LOVE Darin Zion, decked out in a pink and purple robe. The words REAL LOVE are printed on the back in sequins. The sequins sparkle in the pink spotlight hitting the smug HOW superstar while he strolls down to the ring. Unphased by the fans heckling him, he swivels his hips, trying to draw the attention of the women. A cocky sneer is painted on his face as he gets down to the end of the entrance ramp.
And I’m gonna keep on lovin’ you
‘Cause it’s the only thing I want to do
I don’t want to sleep, I just want to keep on lovin’ you
Bryan McVay: Introducing first…..from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 218 pounds,… REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL LOOOOOOOOOVE DAAAAAAAAARIN ZIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOON!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion hasn’t been having a whole lot of success this year, and is definitely looking to turn it around tonight. But tonight he’s tagged up with Scott Stevens and those two aren’t the best of friends by any means.
Zion throws his robe on the ground, displaying his 8-pack abs. REAL LOVE starts counting them, blowing a kiss to the camera. Sliding into the ring, he poses like a French model, winking to the audience at home. While the bridge finishes, Zion leaps up to his feet. He motions back towards the entrance ramp, taunting his opponent for the evening.
Brian McVay: And his partner!
The lights in the arena go black as the sound of bells are heard throughout the arena. Each bell lights up a signal spotlight above the stage and the final bell brings the High Octane Vision to life as
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica begins to play.
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 arena burst the roof off with cheers as the crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his name. 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 as the chorus hits the speakers drawing out the man from Texas and the cheers intensify as Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain. The Texan stares down at his Darin Zion with an icy glare before slowly raising up his right fist high into the air.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens giving a death stare to his partner. These two have got to get on the same page if they are going to stand any chance against Brian Hollywood and Hugo Scorpio here tonight.
As Stevens makes down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Benny Newell: I have no fucking clue why these people cheer for Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: People need heroes, Benny.
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 before raising his fist once more before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
Benny Newell: You’re joking, right?
“Stronger on your Own” by Disturbed blares over the PA. Hollywood slowly walks from the back and takes center stage as he stands there for a few brief moments, closing his eyes.
Brian McVay: And there opponents!
He reigns in the cheers from the crowd as he gets in final mental preparation for his upcoming match. As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage.
Brian McVay: From Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at 256 pounds. BBBBRRRRIIIIAAAANNNNN HHHHOOOOLLLLYYYYWWWWOOOODDDD!!!!
As the pyro hits the center, the camera zooms in to see the reflection in Hollywood’s eyes as he finally makes his way down the ramp, quickly taking off his vest and throwing it down with intensity. Hollywood makes his final push as he charges the ring, rolling under the ropes. He stares down Darin Zion, keeping a close eye on him, before he gets back to his feet and looks about the entire arena smiling at the fans before he takes his place in the corner turnbuckle before turning his gaze intently in the ring as he awaits his partner’s entrance.
Joe Hoffman: We know the history that Brian Hollywood and Darin Zion have, Benny. And Brian Hollywood is staring daggers at Darin Zion!
Brian McVay: And his partner, already at ringside.
Benny Newell: Holy shit, I didn’t even see him. I’m dead! HAHA!
Hugo Scorpio slides under the bottom rope and takes up the corner with Brian Hollywood.
Brian McVay: From Long Island, New York. He weighs in at 280 pounds….HHHHUUUUGGGGOOOO SSSSCCCCOOORRRRPPPPIIIIOOOO!!!!
Joe Hoffman: The referee for this match will be HOW Hall of Famer, Matt Boetcher.
Benny Newell: Bitcher, Joe. Bitcher.
Joe Hoffman: Noted. Looks like Hugo Scorpio and Darin Zion are going to be starting this one off, Benny.
Benny Newell: This match ain’t over yet? Holy fuck.
The referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Joe Hoffman: Elbow collar tie up in the middle of the ring, and this match is underway!
Both men lock up, and immediately the much larger Hugo Scorpio uses his size to force Zion back into the corner. Boettcher calls for a clean break and Scorpio obliges, but Zion throws a wild right hand. Scorpio blocks the punch and throws one of his own that catches Zion right in the eye, putting Zion down on his back. Zion quickly rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring.
Benny Newell: Is he bleeding? God, I hope he’s bleeding.
Joe Hoffman: Not quite, Benny. But that was a hell of a shot by Scorpio, and Zion is on the outside to regather himself.
Boettcher begins a count of ten, but Zion is quick to slide back in the ring. Stevens begins to shout at his partner, but Zion just gives him a nasty look and turns his attention back to his opponent. The two men circle one another, before once again locking up in the center of the ring. Zion is able to duck under and take Scorpios back. Zion goes for a German suplex, but he can’t seem to get Scorpio’s feet off the mat. Scorpio puts a back elbow right into Zion’s eye, the same one he hit earlier with the opening right hand, and Zion stumbles back against the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: Zion better be careful with that eye or he’ll end up looking like Jace Parker Davidson.
Benny Newell: Who?
Joe Hoffman: Right.
Scorpio tracks Zion down and whips him into the ropes before flattening Real Love with an earth shattering clothesline. Zion, however, is right back up to his feet but once again only to be flattened once more from another stiff clothesline. The crowd lets out a ferocious chorus of boos as Scorpio stays on the attack by planting a few well placed boots into the chest area of Zion before dropping and elbow that finds its mark.
Joe Hoffman: Hugo Scorpio putting all 285 pounds of himself into the end of that elbow, Zion is in trouble!
Stevens screams angrily at his partner from the corner as he reaches out for a tag, but never gets one. Instead, Scorpio drags Zion to his feet and whips him into the far side turnbuckle. Zion slams into the corner and is immediately squished by a charging Hugo Scorpio. Scorpio doesn’t let up, seizing the moment to continue his assault. He backs up and charges at Zion once more, but this time with a running knee.
Benny Newell: Kill him! Finish this thing!
Zion ducks at the last moment, pulling down the top rope and sending Scorpio tumbling over it and out to the floor. The crowd roars in surprise and delight as Zion collapses in the ring, gasping for breath.
Benny Newell: Fuck!
Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion showing off his veteran ring awareness with that one. He’s got to make a tag here if he wants any chance in this one!
Outside, Scorpio pounds the floor in frustration and pain while Brian Hollywood reaches over, helping his partner back to his feet. Scorpio climbs back into the ring as Zion crawls toward his corner. As he finally nears Stevens, he hesitates to make the tag. The tension is palpable. Zion looks back at the approaching Scorpio, then up at Stevens, and with a grunt of reluctance, he slaps Stevens’ hand for the tag, sending the crowd into a frenzy of cheers.
Joe Hoffman: Here comes Scott Stevens with the hot tag!
Benny Newell: Don’t oversell it, Joe.
Stevens explodes into the ring, delivering a barrage of clotheslines to Scorpio as he slides back under the ropes. His fresh legs and pent-up frustration give him the advantage, sending Scorpio staggering backward with each strike. Hollywood attempts to intervene, but Stevens is ready, catching Hollywood with a quick scoop slam. Not wasting a moment, Stevens pulls Hollywood up and sends him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a high back body drop. The crowd roars with cheers as Stevens takes the center of the ring and lets out a primal scream.
Benny Newell: Seriously?
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is on an absolute tear!
With Hollywood reeling, Stevens turns his attention to Scorpio, who is trying to sneak back into the ring. Stevens rushes at Scorpio with a running knee, knocking him off the apron and back to the floor with a heavy thud.
Benny Newell: Will someone please drop this Lonesome Loser?
With Scorpio down and out of the ring and Hollywood still down, Stevens turns back to his corner, shouting at Zion, “That’s how you fucking do it!” Zion, still on wobbly legs, rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed with his partner’s success, and waves him off dismissively. Stevens’ momentum, however, is short-lived as Hollywood quickly recovers, springing to his feet to engage Stevens with a fierce exchange of punches. The crowd is on their feet, the energy in the arena electric as the two men go punch for punch.
Joe Hoffman: Surely, Hollywood is the legal man. I don’t recall a tag, but Matt Boetcher is a Hall of Fame referee, and I don’t think he’d make a mistake like that.
Benny Newell: Bitcher has the eyes of a fucking sloth, Joe.
Joe Hoffman: What does that even mean?
Benny Newell: Watch the match and do your job, Hoffhole!
Zion, still recovering, watches from the apron as Stevens begins to lose ground against Hollywood’s relentless offense and begins to yell at Stevens, “Is that how you do it?! Is it?!”
Joe Hoffman: Lotta tension tonight between these two.
Hollywood lands a series of well placed punches and kicks, targeting Stevens’ legs and bringing the HOW Hall of Famer down to one knee. Hollywood seizes the opportunity to hit the ropes, bouncing off to build momentum. He flies at Stevens, attempting a flying forearm, but Stevens dodges it at the last second, causing Hollywood to crash into the ropes.
Benny Newell: Missed him by that much!
Joe Hoffman: That was too close for comfort, and you can see Hollywood is feeling that mistake!
Stevens, now back on his feet, wastes no time and grabs Hollywood from behind, setting him up for a devastating German suplex and sends him flying across the ring. The crowd erupts as Stevens then turns his attention back to Scorpio, who is now attempting to climb back onto the apron. With a fierce look in his eyes, Stevens charges and delivers a spear to Scorpio through the ropes, sending both men crashing to the outside.
Stevens, pumped by the adrenaline, climbs back into the ring, but he stops short, glancing over at Zion who is leaning nonchalantly against the turnbuckle, clearly uninterested in getting involved in the match. Stevens shouts something inaudible to Zion, his expression a mix of anger and frustration.
Joe Hoffman: Zion needs to get his head in the game! This could cost them!
With Hollywood slowly pulling himself up using the ropes, Stevens glares at Zion and then, in a moment of defiance, he moves towards his partner. Without waiting for Zion to extend his hand, Stevens forcefully slaps Zion right across the face.
Joe Hoffman: Well, that’s one way to tag your partner into the match!
Benny Newell: That’s the only way to tag in Zion, Joe!
Zion, shocked and rubbing his cheek, reluctantly steps into the ring as he watches Stevens drop down to the mat and roll to the outside. Zion’s body language screams irritation as he slowly walks towards Hollywood, who has now fully recovered.
Benny Newell: He can’t take that shit from Stevens! Fuck the match, punch Stevens!
As Zion approaches, Hollywood picks up the pace and bounces off the ropes. He dodges a half-hearted clothesline from Zion and rebounds off the ropes and absolutely flattens Zion with Executive Decree!
Joe Hoffman: EXECUTIVE DECREE! ZION IS DOWN!
Zion barely has time to react before Hollywood’s boot connects squarely with his face, sending Real Love down to the canvas. Hollywood makes the cover and Boettcher slides into position to make the count.
1!
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2!
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3!
DING! DING! DING!
Brian McVay: Your winners in 14 minutes and 13 seconds….HHHHUUUUGGGGOOOO SSSSCCCCOOOORRRRPPPPIIIIOOOO and BBBBRRRRIIIIAAAANNNN HHHHOOOOLLLLYYYYWWWWOOOODDDD!!!!
Joe Hoffman: It’s over! Hollywood and Scorpio win this match!
As Hollywood and Scorpio celebrate their victory, Stevens slides into the ring and stands over Zion, who is still on the mat, clutching his face. The two exchange heated words, their argument escalating quickly as the tension between them reaches a boiling point.
As the camera fades out, the last shot is of Stevens walking away from Zion, leaving him alone in the ring.
Event Date: May 3, 2024 at 10:00 pm
Back live and the opening chords of REO Speedwagon’s “Keep On Loving You” hit over the PA system. On the HOV, a giant heart appears to beat to the song.
Brian McVay: The next match is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall!
You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin’ missin’
Benny Newell: Goddamnit, I hate this fuckin’ song!
Emerging from the locker room is REAL LOVE Darin Zion, decked out in a pink and purple robe. The words REAL LOVE are printed on the back in sequins. The sequins sparkle in the pink spotlight hitting the smug HOW superstar while he strolls down to the ring. Unphased by the fans heckling him, he swivels his hips, trying to draw the attention of the women. A cocky sneer is painted on his face as he gets down to the end of the entrance ramp.
And I’m gonna keep on lovin’ you
‘Cause it’s the only thing I want to do
I don’t want to sleep, I just want to keep on lovin’ you
Bryan McVay: Introducing first…..from San Diego, California. Weighing in at 218 pounds,… REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL LOOOOOOOOOVE DAAAAAAAAARIN ZIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOON!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion hasn’t been having a whole lot of success this year, and is definitely looking to turn it around tonight. But tonight he’s tagged up with Scott Stevens and those two aren’t the best of friends by any means.
Zion throws his robe on the ground, displaying his 8-pack abs. REAL LOVE starts counting them, blowing a kiss to the camera. Sliding into the ring, he poses like a French model, winking to the audience at home. While the bridge finishes, Zion leaps up to his feet. He motions back towards the entrance ramp, taunting his opponent for the evening.
Brian McVay: And his partner!
The lights in the arena go black as the sound of bells are heard throughout the arena. Each bell lights up a signal spotlight above the stage and the final bell brings the High Octane Vision to life as
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica begins to play.
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 arena burst the roof off with cheers as the crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his name. 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 as the chorus hits the speakers drawing out the man from Texas and the cheers intensify as Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain. The Texan stares down at his Darin Zion with an icy glare before slowly raising up his right fist high into the air.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens giving a death stare to his partner. These two have got to get on the same page if they are going to stand any chance against Brian Hollywood and Hugo Scorpio here tonight.
As Stevens makes down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Benny Newell: I have no fucking clue why these people cheer for Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: People need heroes, Benny.
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 before raising his fist once more before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
Benny Newell: You’re joking, right?
“Stronger on your Own” by Disturbed blares over the PA. Hollywood slowly walks from the back and takes center stage as he stands there for a few brief moments, closing his eyes.
Brian McVay: And there opponents!
He reigns in the cheers from the crowd as he gets in final mental preparation for his upcoming match. As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage.
Brian McVay: From Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at 256 pounds. BBBBRRRRIIIIAAAANNNNN HHHHOOOOLLLLYYYYWWWWOOOODDDD!!!!
As the pyro hits the center, the camera zooms in to see the reflection in Hollywood’s eyes as he finally makes his way down the ramp, quickly taking off his vest and throwing it down with intensity. Hollywood makes his final push as he charges the ring, rolling under the ropes. He stares down Darin Zion, keeping a close eye on him, before he gets back to his feet and looks about the entire arena smiling at the fans before he takes his place in the corner turnbuckle before turning his gaze intently in the ring as he awaits his partner’s entrance.
Joe Hoffman: We know the history that Brian Hollywood and Darin Zion have, Benny. And Brian Hollywood is staring daggers at Darin Zion!
Brian McVay: And his partner, already at ringside.
Benny Newell: Holy shit, I didn’t even see him. I’m dead! HAHA!
Hugo Scorpio slides under the bottom rope and takes up the corner with Brian Hollywood.
Brian McVay: From Long Island, New York. He weighs in at 280 pounds….HHHHUUUUGGGGOOOO SSSSCCCCOOORRRRPPPPIIIIOOOO!!!!
Joe Hoffman: The referee for this match will be HOW Hall of Famer, Matt Boetcher.
Benny Newell: Bitcher, Joe. Bitcher.
Joe Hoffman: Noted. Looks like Hugo Scorpio and Darin Zion are going to be starting this one off, Benny.
Benny Newell: This match ain’t over yet? Holy fuck.
The referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Joe Hoffman: Elbow collar tie up in the middle of the ring, and this match is underway!
Both men lock up, and immediately the much larger Hugo Scorpio uses his size to force Zion back into the corner. Boettcher calls for a clean break and Scorpio obliges, but Zion throws a wild right hand. Scorpio blocks the punch and throws one of his own that catches Zion right in the eye, putting Zion down on his back. Zion quickly rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring.
Benny Newell: Is he bleeding? God, I hope he’s bleeding.
Joe Hoffman: Not quite, Benny. But that was a hell of a shot by Scorpio, and Zion is on the outside to regather himself.
Boettcher begins a count of ten, but Zion is quick to slide back in the ring. Stevens begins to shout at his partner, but Zion just gives him a nasty look and turns his attention back to his opponent. The two men circle one another, before once again locking up in the center of the ring. Zion is able to duck under and take Scorpios back. Zion goes for a German suplex, but he can’t seem to get Scorpio’s feet off the mat. Scorpio puts a back elbow right into Zion’s eye, the same one he hit earlier with the opening right hand, and Zion stumbles back against the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: Zion better be careful with that eye or he’ll end up looking like Jace Parker Davidson.
Benny Newell: Who?
Joe Hoffman: Right.
Scorpio tracks Zion down and whips him into the ropes before flattening Real Love with an earth shattering clothesline. Zion, however, is right back up to his feet but once again only to be flattened once more from another stiff clothesline. The crowd lets out a ferocious chorus of boos as Scorpio stays on the attack by planting a few well placed boots into the chest area of Zion before dropping and elbow that finds its mark.
Joe Hoffman: Hugo Scorpio putting all 285 pounds of himself into the end of that elbow, Zion is in trouble!
Stevens screams angrily at his partner from the corner as he reaches out for a tag, but never gets one. Instead, Scorpio drags Zion to his feet and whips him into the far side turnbuckle. Zion slams into the corner and is immediately squished by a charging Hugo Scorpio. Scorpio doesn’t let up, seizing the moment to continue his assault. He backs up and charges at Zion once more, but this time with a running knee.
Benny Newell: Kill him! Finish this thing!
Zion ducks at the last moment, pulling down the top rope and sending Scorpio tumbling over it and out to the floor. The crowd roars in surprise and delight as Zion collapses in the ring, gasping for breath.
Benny Newell: Fuck!
Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion showing off his veteran ring awareness with that one. He’s got to make a tag here if he wants any chance in this one!
Outside, Scorpio pounds the floor in frustration and pain while Brian Hollywood reaches over, helping his partner back to his feet. Scorpio climbs back into the ring as Zion crawls toward his corner. As he finally nears Stevens, he hesitates to make the tag. The tension is palpable. Zion looks back at the approaching Scorpio, then up at Stevens, and with a grunt of reluctance, he slaps Stevens’ hand for the tag, sending the crowd into a frenzy of cheers.
Joe Hoffman: Here comes Scott Stevens with the hot tag!
Benny Newell: Don’t oversell it, Joe.
Stevens explodes into the ring, delivering a barrage of clotheslines to Scorpio as he slides back under the ropes. His fresh legs and pent-up frustration give him the advantage, sending Scorpio staggering backward with each strike. Hollywood attempts to intervene, but Stevens is ready, catching Hollywood with a quick scoop slam. Not wasting a moment, Stevens pulls Hollywood up and sends him into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a high back body drop. The crowd roars with cheers as Stevens takes the center of the ring and lets out a primal scream.
Benny Newell: Seriously?
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens is on an absolute tear!
With Hollywood reeling, Stevens turns his attention to Scorpio, who is trying to sneak back into the ring. Stevens rushes at Scorpio with a running knee, knocking him off the apron and back to the floor with a heavy thud.
Benny Newell: Will someone please drop this Lonesome Loser?
With Scorpio down and out of the ring and Hollywood still down, Stevens turns back to his corner, shouting at Zion, “That’s how you fucking do it!” Zion, still on wobbly legs, rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed with his partner’s success, and waves him off dismissively. Stevens’ momentum, however, is short-lived as Hollywood quickly recovers, springing to his feet to engage Stevens with a fierce exchange of punches. The crowd is on their feet, the energy in the arena electric as the two men go punch for punch.
Joe Hoffman: Surely, Hollywood is the legal man. I don’t recall a tag, but Matt Boetcher is a Hall of Fame referee, and I don’t think he’d make a mistake like that.
Benny Newell: Bitcher has the eyes of a fucking sloth, Joe.
Joe Hoffman: What does that even mean?
Benny Newell: Watch the match and do your job, Hoffhole!
Zion, still recovering, watches from the apron as Stevens begins to lose ground against Hollywood’s relentless offense and begins to yell at Stevens, “Is that how you do it?! Is it?!”
Joe Hoffman: Lotta tension tonight between these two.
Hollywood lands a series of well placed punches and kicks, targeting Stevens’ legs and bringing the HOW Hall of Famer down to one knee. Hollywood seizes the opportunity to hit the ropes, bouncing off to build momentum. He flies at Stevens, attempting a flying forearm, but Stevens dodges it at the last second, causing Hollywood to crash into the ropes.
Benny Newell: Missed him by that much!
Joe Hoffman: That was too close for comfort, and you can see Hollywood is feeling that mistake!
Stevens, now back on his feet, wastes no time and grabs Hollywood from behind, setting him up for a devastating German suplex and sends him flying across the ring. The crowd erupts as Stevens then turns his attention back to Scorpio, who is now attempting to climb back onto the apron. With a fierce look in his eyes, Stevens charges and delivers a spear to Scorpio through the ropes, sending both men crashing to the outside.
Stevens, pumped by the adrenaline, climbs back into the ring, but he stops short, glancing over at Zion who is leaning nonchalantly against the turnbuckle, clearly uninterested in getting involved in the match. Stevens shouts something inaudible to Zion, his expression a mix of anger and frustration.
Joe Hoffman: Zion needs to get his head in the game! This could cost them!
With Hollywood slowly pulling himself up using the ropes, Stevens glares at Zion and then, in a moment of defiance, he moves towards his partner. Without waiting for Zion to extend his hand, Stevens forcefully slaps Zion right across the face.
Joe Hoffman: Well, that’s one way to tag your partner into the match!
Benny Newell: That’s the only way to tag in Zion, Joe!
Zion, shocked and rubbing his cheek, reluctantly steps into the ring as he watches Stevens drop down to the mat and roll to the outside. Zion’s body language screams irritation as he slowly walks towards Hollywood, who has now fully recovered.
Benny Newell: He can’t take that shit from Stevens! Fuck the match, punch Stevens!
As Zion approaches, Hollywood picks up the pace and bounces off the ropes. He dodges a half-hearted clothesline from Zion and rebounds off the ropes and absolutely flattens Zion with Executive Decree!
Joe Hoffman: EXECUTIVE DECREE! ZION IS DOWN!
Zion barely has time to react before Hollywood’s boot connects squarely with his face, sending Real Love down to the canvas. Hollywood makes the cover and Boettcher slides into position to make the count.
1!
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2!
…
…
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Brian McVay: Your winners in 14 minutes and 13 seconds….HHHHUUUUGGGGOOOO SSSSCCCCOOOORRRRPPPPIIIIOOOO and BBBBRRRRIIIIAAAANNNN HHHHOOOOLLLLYYYYWWWWOOOODDDD!!!!
Joe Hoffman: It’s over! Hollywood and Scorpio win this match!
As Hollywood and Scorpio celebrate their victory, Stevens slides into the ring and stands over Zion, who is still on the mat, clutching his face. The two exchange heated words, their argument escalating quickly as the tension between them reaches a boiling point.
As the camera fades out, the last shot is of Stevens walking away from Zion, leaving him alone in the ring.