Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 20, 2017 6:35:39 GMT
CBR vs. Scott Stevens
Blackfront: Well fans, we’ve had our first spin of wheel for tonight and amazingly, this opening bout is going to end up with CBR and Scott Stevens trying to find each other like strangers in the night with a Blindfold Match!
Ace: I thought it was contractually stipulated that Scott Stevens had a wear a blindfold at all times. Scares the children, y’know.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. 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 crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and Hellraiser by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
Blackfront: The proud Texan, Scott Stevens, representing an outside organisation here tonight managed to make his way against an old running buddy in Rhys Townsend a few weeks back but how is he going to be able to prepare for a wrestling with a blindfold on?
Ace: I’d have reckoned Stevens is used to wrestling in an empty, dark void. Totally has the insider advantage on that one.
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Announcer: Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Announcer: Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds...
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
Announcer: This...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Ace: I can’t believe the fans in this arena are supporting nasty filth from outside this fine, pres . That man should be in Chicago crying over his twentieth title shot loss this month.
Blackfront: He’s an invited guest and I think the least we can do is show a little respect. The fans already support him, particularly with him mere seconds away from taking on CBR
The lights in the arena dim as a red strobe appears, focused on the entrance atop the stage.
The opening riff of Hail to the King by Avenge Sevenfold begins to play, the crowd erupting into a crescendo of boos, peppered with faint cheers of a growing fan base for the former Legacy Champion of the UTA.
After four repetitions of the riff the symbol joins in, and out from the back steps Claude Baptiste Ranier, the titantron glowing with images of suplexes and submission holds by the Canadian Star, each separated with brief images of the Canadian flag as the power chords fire into the tune.
Wearing a pair of purple and white ring trunks, purple knee pads and elbow pads with white boots, he raises his arms outwards on the stage. He wears the trademark purple and white robe with 'Subjugation' written in black font on the back.
Blackfront: Dynasty has been running a little recruitment drive recently and have really made an impact these past few shows. It doesn’t hurt that CBR has been rolling his way through the Ring King bracket either.
Ace: And CBR is here to ensure that Scott Stevens visit here ends just as quick as it began. Thank god for Dynasty because Ground Zero sure as hell didn’t do the job last time.
As the verse kicks in, Claude looks over the fans, a pair of purple tinted sunglasses over his face. Ranier has his blonde mane of hair falling by his shoulders and starts to make his way down the ramp, the music hitting into its starting lyrics. CBR edges forward towards the ring slowly, ignoring outstretched hands of fans, focused on the squared circle.
Announcer: Hailing from Montreal, Canada
Ranier is distracted by one fan's abuse, his smile turning to a frown straight into the eyes of an overweight male in the front row shouting and pointing at the Canadian Star. Ranier feigns a slap to the fan, but then smirks and continues walking to the ring.
Announcer: Standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hundred andfifty seven pounds...
CBR walks up to the ring steps looking over the fans again momentarily as he pauses. He walks slowly up the steps to the apron, stepping carefully through the ropes and into the ring. Ranier walks purposefully around a circuit of the squared circle, the smile curled back once more onto his face. Stopping at one of the corners of the ring, Claude takes off his robe and sunglasses, placing them into the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms and flexing for everyone to see as the chorus starts.
"Hail to the King,
Hail to the one;
Kneel to the crown,
Stand in the sun."
Announcer: The Canadian Star...C... B... RRRRRRRRRRRR!!
Holding his arms aloft, Ranier takes in the boos, closing his eyes and savouring the moment. He lingers for a second before coming down and sharing a few words with the referee, stretching his right arm.
Blackfront: We could also see CBR take the whole thing and see our second big Dynasty war in so many months.
The music begins to fade as the second chorus approaches, CBR focused, resting against the corner turnbuckle.
Blackfront: Two very experience pros here in the right. I know the crowd seemed on Stevens side but I do wonder, when it comes down to it, will they support an outsider
Ace: I’ve always wondered what a crowd ironically trolling would look like.
The referee, each hand containing a blindfold, walks over to Stevens’ corner and hands off one to the large Texan. The follows up by handing one off to the French Canadian Sensation known to the world as CBR. CBR holds his blindfold up the ceiling to inspect it, trying to see if there’s any way he can see through it while the referee assists Stevens in tying his up behind his head. CBR calls the referee over and insists that a man of his stature is not going to wear a blindfold, yelling about how he is a “member of Dynasty” and “deserves better treatment”.
Blackfront: CBR not looking too happy with what the Wheel of Chance brought him here tonight.
Ace: Nor should he be, it’s disgusting enough he has to deal with a filthy interloper but he has to wrestle in the dark?
The official gestures towards Stevens, already with his blindfold on and swiping into the air madly from his corner as a way of getting his bearings. He warns the (presumably) poutine loving Canadian Star that if he does not put the blindfold on, he will be disqualified. CBR looks back down at the blindfold, highly irritated as the crowd begins poking the bear with a “PUT IT ON!” chant. The referee gestures to the crowd as a way of encouraging CBR to put the blindfold on. Scott Stevens remains in his corner, now kicking the bottom rope as a magical way of getting a sense of his bearings.
Blackfront: Scott Stevens there… mule kicking the ropes. Tommy, any idea why Scott Stevens would be mule kicking the ropes?
Ace: He’s an ass?
Blackfront: Really should have seen that one coming.
Having enough of the situation, the referee threatens CBR, saying if he does not wear the blindfold by the count of five, he will be disqualified from the bout. CBR looks down at the blindfold and then back up again at Stevens, weighing up his options. He does this double take a few times but just before the official can reach the count of five, he raises up the blindfold and begins to wildly tie it and his head. The crowd is none too pleased at this development as they all secretly hoped CBR would be ejected from Ring King on pure hubris alone. The referee signals for the bell and the bell does indeed ring.
Blackfront: And this match is finally under way after CBR’s attempted stalling tactics.
Ace: I think Scott Stevens may have already exhausted himself before the bell even rang. He’s been swinging wildly left and right since he put that mask on, the crazed loon.
Blackfront: I guess that’s him showing some Texan Pride?
Stevens and CBR begin the opening moments of the match with their arms outstretched, doing a mummy style walk in completely opposite directions from each other.
A wave of boos emits itself from the crowd as an indicator that they may be heading in the wrong direction from each other.
Ace: Jesus, this could be a long night? Do you think the network would let us go late?
Blackfront: With the rawkus energy of the fans here, I think they may find each other sooner than later.
CBR, fancying himself something of a student of the blindfold match stretches out his finger and points to a vacant space which does not contain Scott Stevens, the fans boo. CBR takes a second stab at it, this time pointing directly at Scott Stevens. This doesn’t benefit him much however and he ends up being booed again.
Blackfront: CBR thought he could use the crowd as a guide, forgetting of course that Dynasty aren’t exactly that popular with the UTAverse.
Ace: Ungrateful fans really should step up and recognise we have a true blue UTA talent in that ring right now and he deserves our respect and support. Unlike that Chicago hobo who wouldn’t have seen an arena this crowded in his wildest dreams. In fact I doubt he’s even seen a crowd at all!
Stevens gets a sense of what CBR is doing and jumps in on the finger pointing game himself. He lifts his finger and points at, as if by the luckiest man on Earth, directly at the face hole of CBR. The crowd erupts in cheers and Stevens knows he has found his man. Stevens lunges towards the direction he assumes CBR is to be but CBR has stepped out of the way in the interim, sending Stevens crashing chest first down onto the mat below.
Ace: High Octane Wrestling’s finest, ladies and gentlemen, flopping around on the mat like a beached whale.
Blackfront: Stevens almost had him Tommy,
Stevens begins to pull himself back up from the mat while at the same time CBR is wildly flailing about the ring. CBR is attempting to take cautious steps, perhaps too cautious as he trips and falls over the prone body of Scott Stevens, sending him crashing to the mat, the back of his head smashing up against it. Stevens, assuming that CBR has tripped over him, attempts to find his leg and hook it for the pin.
Blackfront: Scott Stevens has managed a successful cover in this contest! Which is amazing!
Ace: You aren’t going to put down an athlete of CBR’s calibre with the ole trip and fall routine. Even if he is suffering by having to wear a blindfold. I can’t believe Amy Harrison can’t even spin a wheel correctly. Honestly, I would have thought that’s the one thing she COULD do.
Blackfront: One! Two! No, CBR powers out.
Ace: Told you!
Both men have an awkward skirmish on the mat, with Stevens continuously hammering the left armpit of CBR, while CBR hammers away at the right thigh of John Sektor. This continues to happen as both men crawl away from each other. As they begin moving in opposite direction, both men kick wildly in an attempt to deliver a little bit of extra damage until they reach opposite ends of the ring and use the ropes to pull each other up.
Blackfront: A bunch of brutal shots as the two men scrap it out on the mat!
Ace: But not in the places where damage is doing to be doing. I mean I have to hope CBR deodorized this even or Scott Stevens now has one hell of a smelly fist. He could use that as an illegal weapon!
Stevens gets back up in the ring with support of the ropes and thinks he’s sussed how this whole match business works. On the opposite side of the ring, CBR is nursing his armpit as he tries to pull himself back up. Stevens points his finger out the empty void and gets a tepid crowd response and shrugs his shoulders. He takes a second shot at this whole finger point business, this time in the direction of the referee. The crowd roars in approval as Stevens give a knowing nod of the head. Stevens slowly trundles over towards the referee, the crowd cheers drowning out the noise in the ring. The referee turns around to see Stevens with his fist cocked back, primed and ready. Just as he faces Stevens, Stevens unleashes and smashes his fist directly into the referee’s jaw, sending him flying down to the mat.
Blackfront: That’s not CBR, Stevens! That’s the referee!
Ace: This idiot just whacked our official down to the mat.
CBR, getting a sense of what just happened, what with him hearing Stevens smack someone else in the ring who wasn’t him, lifts his blindfold up ever so slightly. He storms quickly over to a confused Stevens, who is attempting to drop down for the cover on the referee, who is attempting to shove Stevens away.
Blackfront: That’s cheating! He peeked!
Ace: It’s only cheating if you get caught. You have to love the ring awareness of CBR, he heard our woeful official drop like a sack of potatoes and knew to take advantage of the moment.
CBR sneaks up behind Stevens and spins him around, a dazed Steven completely uncertain of where he is or what just happened. He doesn’t have to worry about that for long however, as CBR kicks him in the gut. CBR pulls his blindfold cover back down and hooks up Stevens high in the air.
Ace: BRAINBUSTAHHHHHHH.
Blackfront: That… that seems racist.
CBR drills Stevens skull with the mat with a stiff brainbuster and floats over on top of him for the cover.
Blackfront: I can’t believe CBR is going to progress this way. This is not how you win Ring King! This is not the path of a champion!
Ace: Oh call a god damn wahmulance.
Blackfront: Did you just wahmbulance me in the year of our Lord two thousand and fifteen?
Ace: And I’d do it again!
The official manages to pull himself back up after his altercation with Stevens. He shakes himself off and as he does so, he notices the pinning situation in the middle of the ring. He looks a little mildly perplexed by how this happened but after peaking to check CBR’s blindfold, he drops to make the count.
Blackfront: One! Two! Three! This one, sadly, is over.
Ace: Mercifully, I’d say.
Announcer: Here is your winner… progressing to the SEMI-FINAL ROUND OF RING KING… C! B! RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
A hostile crowd reaction follows CBR, who basks in it, tossing his blindfold straight off and cupping his ear to the crowd, as if begging them for more boos. He yells at the referee to raise his hand up high, a smug smile broken out across his face.
Blackfront: There’s plenty more Ring King action to come folks, I just hope our other semi-finalists don’t stoop as low to get here.
Ace: I’m just glad we’ve got the stench of High Octane Wrestling off of us. God bless Dynasty. God bless CBR, our Ring King semi-finalist.
The camera fades out on a shot of Scott Stevens, still prone on the mat with his blindfold on as CBR stands atop him, celebrating for all to see.
Blackfront: Well fans, we’ve had our first spin of wheel for tonight and amazingly, this opening bout is going to end up with CBR and Scott Stevens trying to find each other like strangers in the night with a Blindfold Match!
Ace: I thought it was contractually stipulated that Scott Stevens had a wear a blindfold at all times. Scares the children, y’know.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. 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 crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and Hellraiser by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
Blackfront: The proud Texan, Scott Stevens, representing an outside organisation here tonight managed to make his way against an old running buddy in Rhys Townsend a few weeks back but how is he going to be able to prepare for a wrestling with a blindfold on?
Ace: I’d have reckoned Stevens is used to wrestling in an empty, dark void. Totally has the insider advantage on that one.
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Announcer: Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas.
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Announcer: Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds...
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
Announcer: This...is....SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Ace: I can’t believe the fans in this arena are supporting nasty filth from outside this fine, pres . That man should be in Chicago crying over his twentieth title shot loss this month.
Blackfront: He’s an invited guest and I think the least we can do is show a little respect. The fans already support him, particularly with him mere seconds away from taking on CBR
The lights in the arena dim as a red strobe appears, focused on the entrance atop the stage.
The opening riff of Hail to the King by Avenge Sevenfold begins to play, the crowd erupting into a crescendo of boos, peppered with faint cheers of a growing fan base for the former Legacy Champion of the UTA.
After four repetitions of the riff the symbol joins in, and out from the back steps Claude Baptiste Ranier, the titantron glowing with images of suplexes and submission holds by the Canadian Star, each separated with brief images of the Canadian flag as the power chords fire into the tune.
Wearing a pair of purple and white ring trunks, purple knee pads and elbow pads with white boots, he raises his arms outwards on the stage. He wears the trademark purple and white robe with 'Subjugation' written in black font on the back.
Blackfront: Dynasty has been running a little recruitment drive recently and have really made an impact these past few shows. It doesn’t hurt that CBR has been rolling his way through the Ring King bracket either.
Ace: And CBR is here to ensure that Scott Stevens visit here ends just as quick as it began. Thank god for Dynasty because Ground Zero sure as hell didn’t do the job last time.
As the verse kicks in, Claude looks over the fans, a pair of purple tinted sunglasses over his face. Ranier has his blonde mane of hair falling by his shoulders and starts to make his way down the ramp, the music hitting into its starting lyrics. CBR edges forward towards the ring slowly, ignoring outstretched hands of fans, focused on the squared circle.
Announcer: Hailing from Montreal, Canada
Ranier is distracted by one fan's abuse, his smile turning to a frown straight into the eyes of an overweight male in the front row shouting and pointing at the Canadian Star. Ranier feigns a slap to the fan, but then smirks and continues walking to the ring.
Announcer: Standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hundred andfifty seven pounds...
CBR walks up to the ring steps looking over the fans again momentarily as he pauses. He walks slowly up the steps to the apron, stepping carefully through the ropes and into the ring. Ranier walks purposefully around a circuit of the squared circle, the smile curled back once more onto his face. Stopping at one of the corners of the ring, Claude takes off his robe and sunglasses, placing them into the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms and flexing for everyone to see as the chorus starts.
"Hail to the King,
Hail to the one;
Kneel to the crown,
Stand in the sun."
Announcer: The Canadian Star...C... B... RRRRRRRRRRRR!!
Holding his arms aloft, Ranier takes in the boos, closing his eyes and savouring the moment. He lingers for a second before coming down and sharing a few words with the referee, stretching his right arm.
Blackfront: We could also see CBR take the whole thing and see our second big Dynasty war in so many months.
The music begins to fade as the second chorus approaches, CBR focused, resting against the corner turnbuckle.
Blackfront: Two very experience pros here in the right. I know the crowd seemed on Stevens side but I do wonder, when it comes down to it, will they support an outsider
Ace: I’ve always wondered what a crowd ironically trolling would look like.
The referee, each hand containing a blindfold, walks over to Stevens’ corner and hands off one to the large Texan. The follows up by handing one off to the French Canadian Sensation known to the world as CBR. CBR holds his blindfold up the ceiling to inspect it, trying to see if there’s any way he can see through it while the referee assists Stevens in tying his up behind his head. CBR calls the referee over and insists that a man of his stature is not going to wear a blindfold, yelling about how he is a “member of Dynasty” and “deserves better treatment”.
Blackfront: CBR not looking too happy with what the Wheel of Chance brought him here tonight.
Ace: Nor should he be, it’s disgusting enough he has to deal with a filthy interloper but he has to wrestle in the dark?
The official gestures towards Stevens, already with his blindfold on and swiping into the air madly from his corner as a way of getting his bearings. He warns the (presumably) poutine loving Canadian Star that if he does not put the blindfold on, he will be disqualified. CBR looks back down at the blindfold, highly irritated as the crowd begins poking the bear with a “PUT IT ON!” chant. The referee gestures to the crowd as a way of encouraging CBR to put the blindfold on. Scott Stevens remains in his corner, now kicking the bottom rope as a magical way of getting a sense of his bearings.
Blackfront: Scott Stevens there… mule kicking the ropes. Tommy, any idea why Scott Stevens would be mule kicking the ropes?
Ace: He’s an ass?
Blackfront: Really should have seen that one coming.
Having enough of the situation, the referee threatens CBR, saying if he does not wear the blindfold by the count of five, he will be disqualified from the bout. CBR looks down at the blindfold and then back up again at Stevens, weighing up his options. He does this double take a few times but just before the official can reach the count of five, he raises up the blindfold and begins to wildly tie it and his head. The crowd is none too pleased at this development as they all secretly hoped CBR would be ejected from Ring King on pure hubris alone. The referee signals for the bell and the bell does indeed ring.
Blackfront: And this match is finally under way after CBR’s attempted stalling tactics.
Ace: I think Scott Stevens may have already exhausted himself before the bell even rang. He’s been swinging wildly left and right since he put that mask on, the crazed loon.
Blackfront: I guess that’s him showing some Texan Pride?
Stevens and CBR begin the opening moments of the match with their arms outstretched, doing a mummy style walk in completely opposite directions from each other.
A wave of boos emits itself from the crowd as an indicator that they may be heading in the wrong direction from each other.
Ace: Jesus, this could be a long night? Do you think the network would let us go late?
Blackfront: With the rawkus energy of the fans here, I think they may find each other sooner than later.
CBR, fancying himself something of a student of the blindfold match stretches out his finger and points to a vacant space which does not contain Scott Stevens, the fans boo. CBR takes a second stab at it, this time pointing directly at Scott Stevens. This doesn’t benefit him much however and he ends up being booed again.
Blackfront: CBR thought he could use the crowd as a guide, forgetting of course that Dynasty aren’t exactly that popular with the UTAverse.
Ace: Ungrateful fans really should step up and recognise we have a true blue UTA talent in that ring right now and he deserves our respect and support. Unlike that Chicago hobo who wouldn’t have seen an arena this crowded in his wildest dreams. In fact I doubt he’s even seen a crowd at all!
Stevens gets a sense of what CBR is doing and jumps in on the finger pointing game himself. He lifts his finger and points at, as if by the luckiest man on Earth, directly at the face hole of CBR. The crowd erupts in cheers and Stevens knows he has found his man. Stevens lunges towards the direction he assumes CBR is to be but CBR has stepped out of the way in the interim, sending Stevens crashing chest first down onto the mat below.
Ace: High Octane Wrestling’s finest, ladies and gentlemen, flopping around on the mat like a beached whale.
Blackfront: Stevens almost had him Tommy,
Stevens begins to pull himself back up from the mat while at the same time CBR is wildly flailing about the ring. CBR is attempting to take cautious steps, perhaps too cautious as he trips and falls over the prone body of Scott Stevens, sending him crashing to the mat, the back of his head smashing up against it. Stevens, assuming that CBR has tripped over him, attempts to find his leg and hook it for the pin.
Blackfront: Scott Stevens has managed a successful cover in this contest! Which is amazing!
Ace: You aren’t going to put down an athlete of CBR’s calibre with the ole trip and fall routine. Even if he is suffering by having to wear a blindfold. I can’t believe Amy Harrison can’t even spin a wheel correctly. Honestly, I would have thought that’s the one thing she COULD do.
Blackfront: One! Two! No, CBR powers out.
Ace: Told you!
Both men have an awkward skirmish on the mat, with Stevens continuously hammering the left armpit of CBR, while CBR hammers away at the right thigh of John Sektor. This continues to happen as both men crawl away from each other. As they begin moving in opposite direction, both men kick wildly in an attempt to deliver a little bit of extra damage until they reach opposite ends of the ring and use the ropes to pull each other up.
Blackfront: A bunch of brutal shots as the two men scrap it out on the mat!
Ace: But not in the places where damage is doing to be doing. I mean I have to hope CBR deodorized this even or Scott Stevens now has one hell of a smelly fist. He could use that as an illegal weapon!
Stevens gets back up in the ring with support of the ropes and thinks he’s sussed how this whole match business works. On the opposite side of the ring, CBR is nursing his armpit as he tries to pull himself back up. Stevens points his finger out the empty void and gets a tepid crowd response and shrugs his shoulders. He takes a second shot at this whole finger point business, this time in the direction of the referee. The crowd roars in approval as Stevens give a knowing nod of the head. Stevens slowly trundles over towards the referee, the crowd cheers drowning out the noise in the ring. The referee turns around to see Stevens with his fist cocked back, primed and ready. Just as he faces Stevens, Stevens unleashes and smashes his fist directly into the referee’s jaw, sending him flying down to the mat.
Blackfront: That’s not CBR, Stevens! That’s the referee!
Ace: This idiot just whacked our official down to the mat.
CBR, getting a sense of what just happened, what with him hearing Stevens smack someone else in the ring who wasn’t him, lifts his blindfold up ever so slightly. He storms quickly over to a confused Stevens, who is attempting to drop down for the cover on the referee, who is attempting to shove Stevens away.
Blackfront: That’s cheating! He peeked!
Ace: It’s only cheating if you get caught. You have to love the ring awareness of CBR, he heard our woeful official drop like a sack of potatoes and knew to take advantage of the moment.
CBR sneaks up behind Stevens and spins him around, a dazed Steven completely uncertain of where he is or what just happened. He doesn’t have to worry about that for long however, as CBR kicks him in the gut. CBR pulls his blindfold cover back down and hooks up Stevens high in the air.
Ace: BRAINBUSTAHHHHHHH.
Blackfront: That… that seems racist.
CBR drills Stevens skull with the mat with a stiff brainbuster and floats over on top of him for the cover.
Blackfront: I can’t believe CBR is going to progress this way. This is not how you win Ring King! This is not the path of a champion!
Ace: Oh call a god damn wahmulance.
Blackfront: Did you just wahmbulance me in the year of our Lord two thousand and fifteen?
Ace: And I’d do it again!
The official manages to pull himself back up after his altercation with Stevens. He shakes himself off and as he does so, he notices the pinning situation in the middle of the ring. He looks a little mildly perplexed by how this happened but after peaking to check CBR’s blindfold, he drops to make the count.
Blackfront: One! Two! Three! This one, sadly, is over.
Ace: Mercifully, I’d say.
Announcer: Here is your winner… progressing to the SEMI-FINAL ROUND OF RING KING… C! B! RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
A hostile crowd reaction follows CBR, who basks in it, tossing his blindfold straight off and cupping his ear to the crowd, as if begging them for more boos. He yells at the referee to raise his hand up high, a smug smile broken out across his face.
Blackfront: There’s plenty more Ring King action to come folks, I just hope our other semi-finalists don’t stoop as low to get here.
Ace: I’m just glad we’ve got the stench of High Octane Wrestling off of us. God bless Dynasty. God bless CBR, our Ring King semi-finalist.
The camera fades out on a shot of Scott Stevens, still prone on the mat with his blindfold on as CBR stands atop him, celebrating for all to see.