Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:01:47 GMT
UNDERCARD
THE OUTSIDERS VS. SADBOIZ
JOHNSON: ”These two teams coming up met last Adrenaline, but they weren’t the victors in their match.”
VASSA: ”Nope, that win belonged to Hostile Takeover. I guess this is for second place?”
JOHNSON: ”Well a win here tonight for either team would be good for them, more so for the Sadboiz-”
VASSA: ”You’re gonna say that with a straight face? Really?”
JOHNSON: ”They’re still looking for their first win as a team! A win here tonight would really do them some good.”
VASSA: ”Well yeah, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. The Outsiders actually made it into Bad Company this year. Let’s just see what happens tonight, okay?”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the smooth sounds of an electric guitar serenades the live crowd before the vocals come.
“They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones
It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from
We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t
With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint”
The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a huge anarchy symbol appears on the video screen followed by dripping blood behind it as we see The Hardcore Artist step out onto the stage to a chorus of boos.
“That’s who we are
That’s how we roll
The outsiders, The outsiders”
The video screen lights up once more 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 one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as the cheers intensify drawing out the man from Texas.
“Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride ’em in the pouring rain
We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back”
Scotty and Stevens look at one another and the tension of mutual hatred is felt as the two look like they are about to attack one another before the Texan extends his fist and the Hardcore Artist pounds it.
POWERS: ”Introducing at this time, from New York City and weighting in at two hundred sixty-six point six pounds… ‘The Hardcore Artist’… SSCCOOTTTTYYWWOOOODD!!!”
Scotty raises the hockey stick in the air before heading into the ring followed by Stevens who fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
“That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That’s how we roll”
POWERS: ”And his partner, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas. Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds… This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
Scotty reaches the ring and climbs the steel steps to enter the ring as Stevens rolls into the ring.
“Our backs to the wall
A band of brothers
Together, alone, the outsiders
We’re the riders, we’re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire ’em up and get a lil higher”
The two Scotts fist bump each other once again before Scottywood quickly scales the turnbuckle and raises the hockey stick in the air as he soaks in the boos and just smiles as Stevens ascends the other turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd as he soaks in the hatred as well.
“Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh”
Scottywood descending the turnbuckles and leans his back up against them while an icy glare and the throat slash gesture come from Stevens as they prepare for the start of their match.
JOHNSON: ”Are they done? I think they’re done.”
VASSA: ”One of the longer entrances here in 4CW, but they’ve arrived! I think they’re ready for a fight tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Let’s hope so, I want another solid match to call tonight!”
The familiar guitar riff starts up, as“Mr. Brightside” begins to play. The lights turn down in the arena, leaving only a spotlight centered on the entrance way.
“Coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss…”
With the first lyrics out of the way the song is now in full swing, as the lights react to the beat. Bryan and Persephone emerge out from the back, the spotlight beaming down for the both of them. Marquis carries a rather large, and condescending smile on her face. Bryan, on the other hand has his head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his right hand and extends his pointer finger.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring, at a combined weight of Three Hundred and Seventeen pounds, the team of PERSEPHONE MMAARRQQUUIISS and BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”
Persephone waits, a bit patiently, for Bryan to finish with his posing. Bryan doesn’t waste too much time, as the two walk down to the ring. They head down to the ring rather quickly, not wasting much time with anything else. Both slide under the bottom rope, entering the ring as they get prepared for the upcoming match.
JOHNSON: ”Bryan and Persephone wasting no time here tonight, they look ready to go as well.”
VASSA: ”They were already trying to plan their celebration earlier, let’s hope that doesn’t come back to bite them in the ass.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Woodson and Williams stand in the ring, as the bell sounds. The two begin to circle each other for a moment, before locking up in the middle of the ring. Woodson, having the size advantage over Bryan, easily begins to shove him towards his corner. Bryan tries pushing back, but can’t seem to force Woodson out of his way. However, he is able to escape before Woodson can trap him in his corner. Bryan heads over back towards his side of the ring, as he talks with his partner. Scott Woodson looks on, calling for Bryan to meet him in the middle again. Bryan does, as the two quickly lock up again. Woodson quickly grabs Bryan, putting him into a side headlock. Bryan doesn’t panic, instead he presses down on the back of Woodson’s right leg, causing him to kneel. With the height advantage gone, Bryan is easily able to slip right out of the hold.
JOHNSON: ”Quick thinking by Bryan there, getting out of harm’s way.”
VASSA: ”Yeah, Woodson and Stevens could really have messed him up if he didn’t. He’s going to need to keep his distance if they want a chance to win.”
Scott Woodson looks on, a bit annoyed by Bryan’s actions. Bryan looks on, smiling, as Woodson charges towards him. Bryan drops to his stomach, causing Woodson to continue on to the other side of the ring. Bryan gets back up, and catches him on the rebound with a Hip Toss! Woodson pops back up to his feet, but Bryan catches him with an Arm Drag, sending him back towards his corner! Bryan stands tall, as Woodson tags his partner into the match. Stevens charges at Bryan, who moves and sends him into his corner. Marquis is waiting there, clawing and punching away at Stevens while Williams joins in. He attacks the midsection of Stevens, while referee Laroy Jones steps in to stop Marquis from joining in the attack. It’s enough of a break for Stevens to shove Bryan away, catching him with a quick Spinebuster! He quickly covers Bryan, as Laroy Jones makes the count!
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
Bryan is easily able to kick out, as he rolls over and gets back up to his feet. Stevens cracks his neck, and charges towards Bryan! He takes Bryan down with a Shoulder Tackle, sending Bryan to the outside! Stevens slides right out of the ring, looking to capitalize on this moment, but Bryan has already recovered. He clobbers Stevens with an elbow, and slides back into the ring. Bryan doesn’t waste any time, running to the other side of the ring to gain momentum as he runs back towards Stevens. He returns to the side he entered, and DIVES TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! Both men go crashing to the ground, as Woodson and Marquis look on. The fans cheer for Bryan, and his risk tasking, as Laroy Jones calls for both men to get back into the match!
JOHNSON: ”Big move by Bryan! Have to wonder if he’s just going to go all out for this one tonight.”
VASSA: ”He really wants to get that win for Persephone, I would imagine so Steve!”
Both men begin to stir, as they get to their feet at the same time. Stevens doesn’t want to waste any time spent on the outside, hitting Bryan with an elbow of his own. He grabs Bryan and tosses him back into the ring. Bryan quickly shoots across the ring, tagging in Marquis just as Stevens is able to slide back into the ring. Stevens tries to get up to his feet quickly, but eats a Running Kick from Marquis! Stevens stumbles forwards, allowing Marquis to quickly climb up the turnbuckle and drop Scott to the mat with a Diving Hurricanrana! The crowd is loving the intensity from the Sadboiz, as Marquis goes for the quick pinfall attempt!
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!!
Stevens is able to kick out, throwing Marquis off of him as he gets back to his feet. Marquis isn’t finished though, grabbing Stevens by the hair and pulling him backwards. The move takes him by surprise, but he clocks her with a right hand! Scott looks to tag his partner in, but Marquis lands a brutal elbow to his kidneys! Scott Woodson calls out to his partner, as Stevens drops to his knees in pain. Marquis follows up with another knee to the area, keeping Stevens in place for the moment. She steps back, and connects with a High Knee to the back of his head! Woodson can only look on, as Stevens collapses to the mat.
Woodson looks annoyed, as Marquis looks to follow up with another shot. Shaking his head, he quickly enters the ring and levels Marquis while she isn’t looking! Persephone hits the mat, hard, as Laroy Jones calls for Scott Woodson to get back to his corner! He smirks, hoping that he gave his partner enough time to recover. What he doesn’t see is Bryan leaving his corner, heading to his on the outside. Woodson gets back on the apron, and is immediately pulled down by Bryan! The crowd cheers, as Bryan levels him with a Superkick! He looks to the ring, as Persephone is just getting up to her feet.
JOHNSON: ”Great foresight there by Bryan! Marquis is getting up, and so is Stevens!”
VASSA: ”I think Stevens is up first though!”
Stevens is up as well, he grabs Persephone and tosses her into the corner. Landing clubbing blows, Stevens looks to open up on his opponent. Bryan quickly enters the ring, jumping on Stevens’ back! Scott Stevens is able to toss Bryan off of him, but not before Persephone catches him with a Running Dropkick to his knee! She backs up a bit more, charging into Stevens with a European Uppercut! The move sends him backwards into Bryan, who catches him with a Tiger Suplex! The crowd boos again though, as Woodson quickly enters the ring. Bryan catches him flinching, trying to protect himself from another Superkick. He goes low, kicking out his right leg! Marquis syncs this up, connecting with a Petty Cash as she plants him head first into the mat!
With Woodson out of the way, Bryan and Persephone look to finish this match up! Bryan grabs Stevens, telling Marquis to go up to the top rope. Bryan grabs Stevens, lifting him up into a Vertebreaker position. With Marquis on the top rope she leaps off, connecting with a Top Rope Double Stomp as STEVENS IS DRILLED INTO THE MAT NECK FIRST! The crowd react appropriately, the dangerous move grabbing their attention! Bryan looks on, as Scott Woodson is getting to his feet. He tosses him out of the ring, as Marquis makes the cover!
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here are your winners, Bryan Williams … Persephone Marquis … SSAADDBBOOIIZZ!!!”
“Mr. Brightside” begins to play, as the crowd cheers for Bryan and Persephone. Bryan celebrates in the ring, as Persephone seems to be slightly surprised for a moment. It quickly passes, as she begins to celebrate in her own way. She kicks Stevens out of the ring, shittalking him and his partner.
JOHNSON: ”Wow, they did it! Didn’t take them long, these two looked to be in sync all match long!”
VASSA: ”They really played off of each other’s strengths well, and just hit Stevens so hard he couldn’t get back up!”
Bryan and Persephone high five, in an elaborate sequence that they seem to have practiced for a while now. It goes down flawlessly, as the two celebrate some more in the ring. Stevens and Woodson look on, on the outside, disappointed with their performance here tonight.
JOHNSON: ”Well, winless no longer for Persephone Marquis! Put up one in her win column here, because she has a tag team win now!”
VASSA: ”Baby steps, Steve. Might not be much now, but it’s something.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe we’re looking at the next contenders here, in the future!”
VASSA: ”Easy there, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”
THE OUTSIDERS VS. SADBOIZ
JOHNSON: ”These two teams coming up met last Adrenaline, but they weren’t the victors in their match.”
VASSA: ”Nope, that win belonged to Hostile Takeover. I guess this is for second place?”
JOHNSON: ”Well a win here tonight for either team would be good for them, more so for the Sadboiz-”
VASSA: ”You’re gonna say that with a straight face? Really?”
JOHNSON: ”They’re still looking for their first win as a team! A win here tonight would really do them some good.”
VASSA: ”Well yeah, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. The Outsiders actually made it into Bad Company this year. Let’s just see what happens tonight, okay?”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the smooth sounds of an electric guitar serenades the live crowd before the vocals come.
“They’re the in crowd, we’re the other ones
It’s a different kind of cloth that we’re cut from
We let our colors show, where the numbers ain’t
With the paint where there ain’t supposed to be paint”
The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a huge anarchy symbol appears on the video screen followed by dripping blood behind it as we see The Hardcore Artist step out onto the stage to a chorus of boos.
“That’s who we are
That’s how we roll
The outsiders, The outsiders”
The video screen lights up once more 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 one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as the cheers intensify drawing out the man from Texas.
“Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained
When we saddle up and ride ’em in the pouring rain
We’re the junkyard dogs, we’re the alley cats
Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back”
Scotty and Stevens look at one another and the tension of mutual hatred is felt as the two look like they are about to attack one another before the Texan extends his fist and the Hardcore Artist pounds it.
POWERS: ”Introducing at this time, from New York City and weighting in at two hundred sixty-six point six pounds… ‘The Hardcore Artist’… SSCCOOTTTTYYWWOOOODD!!!”
Scotty raises the hockey stick in the air before heading into the ring followed by Stevens who fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
“That’s who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That’s how we roll”
POWERS: ”And his partner, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston, Texas. Standing at six feet, six inches, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds… This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
Scotty reaches the ring and climbs the steel steps to enter the ring as Stevens rolls into the ring.
“Our backs to the wall
A band of brothers
Together, alone, the outsiders
We’re the riders, we’re the ones burning rubber off our tires.
Yeah, we’re the fighters, the all-nighters
So fire ’em up and get a lil higher”
The two Scotts fist bump each other once again before Scottywood quickly scales the turnbuckle and raises the hockey stick in the air as he soaks in the boos and just smiles as Stevens ascends the other turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd as he soaks in the hatred as well.
“Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh”
Scottywood descending the turnbuckles and leans his back up against them while an icy glare and the throat slash gesture come from Stevens as they prepare for the start of their match.
JOHNSON: ”Are they done? I think they’re done.”
VASSA: ”One of the longer entrances here in 4CW, but they’ve arrived! I think they’re ready for a fight tonight.”
JOHNSON: ”Let’s hope so, I want another solid match to call tonight!”
The familiar guitar riff starts up, as“Mr. Brightside” begins to play. The lights turn down in the arena, leaving only a spotlight centered on the entrance way.
“Coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss…”
With the first lyrics out of the way the song is now in full swing, as the lights react to the beat. Bryan and Persephone emerge out from the back, the spotlight beaming down for the both of them. Marquis carries a rather large, and condescending smile on her face. Bryan, on the other hand has his head held down low. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan holds up his right hand and extends his pointer finger.
POWERS: ”Coming to the ring, at a combined weight of Three Hundred and Seventeen pounds, the team of PERSEPHONE MMAARRQQUUIISS and BRYAN WWIILLLLIIAAMMSS!!!”
Persephone waits, a bit patiently, for Bryan to finish with his posing. Bryan doesn’t waste too much time, as the two walk down to the ring. They head down to the ring rather quickly, not wasting much time with anything else. Both slide under the bottom rope, entering the ring as they get prepared for the upcoming match.
JOHNSON: ”Bryan and Persephone wasting no time here tonight, they look ready to go as well.”
VASSA: ”They were already trying to plan their celebration earlier, let’s hope that doesn’t come back to bite them in the ass.”
DING!!! DING!!!
Woodson and Williams stand in the ring, as the bell sounds. The two begin to circle each other for a moment, before locking up in the middle of the ring. Woodson, having the size advantage over Bryan, easily begins to shove him towards his corner. Bryan tries pushing back, but can’t seem to force Woodson out of his way. However, he is able to escape before Woodson can trap him in his corner. Bryan heads over back towards his side of the ring, as he talks with his partner. Scott Woodson looks on, calling for Bryan to meet him in the middle again. Bryan does, as the two quickly lock up again. Woodson quickly grabs Bryan, putting him into a side headlock. Bryan doesn’t panic, instead he presses down on the back of Woodson’s right leg, causing him to kneel. With the height advantage gone, Bryan is easily able to slip right out of the hold.
JOHNSON: ”Quick thinking by Bryan there, getting out of harm’s way.”
VASSA: ”Yeah, Woodson and Stevens could really have messed him up if he didn’t. He’s going to need to keep his distance if they want a chance to win.”
Scott Woodson looks on, a bit annoyed by Bryan’s actions. Bryan looks on, smiling, as Woodson charges towards him. Bryan drops to his stomach, causing Woodson to continue on to the other side of the ring. Bryan gets back up, and catches him on the rebound with a Hip Toss! Woodson pops back up to his feet, but Bryan catches him with an Arm Drag, sending him back towards his corner! Bryan stands tall, as Woodson tags his partner into the match. Stevens charges at Bryan, who moves and sends him into his corner. Marquis is waiting there, clawing and punching away at Stevens while Williams joins in. He attacks the midsection of Stevens, while referee Laroy Jones steps in to stop Marquis from joining in the attack. It’s enough of a break for Stevens to shove Bryan away, catching him with a quick Spinebuster! He quickly covers Bryan, as Laroy Jones makes the count!
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
Bryan is easily able to kick out, as he rolls over and gets back up to his feet. Stevens cracks his neck, and charges towards Bryan! He takes Bryan down with a Shoulder Tackle, sending Bryan to the outside! Stevens slides right out of the ring, looking to capitalize on this moment, but Bryan has already recovered. He clobbers Stevens with an elbow, and slides back into the ring. Bryan doesn’t waste any time, running to the other side of the ring to gain momentum as he runs back towards Stevens. He returns to the side he entered, and DIVES TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE! Both men go crashing to the ground, as Woodson and Marquis look on. The fans cheer for Bryan, and his risk tasking, as Laroy Jones calls for both men to get back into the match!
JOHNSON: ”Big move by Bryan! Have to wonder if he’s just going to go all out for this one tonight.”
VASSA: ”He really wants to get that win for Persephone, I would imagine so Steve!”
Both men begin to stir, as they get to their feet at the same time. Stevens doesn’t want to waste any time spent on the outside, hitting Bryan with an elbow of his own. He grabs Bryan and tosses him back into the ring. Bryan quickly shoots across the ring, tagging in Marquis just as Stevens is able to slide back into the ring. Stevens tries to get up to his feet quickly, but eats a Running Kick from Marquis! Stevens stumbles forwards, allowing Marquis to quickly climb up the turnbuckle and drop Scott to the mat with a Diving Hurricanrana! The crowd is loving the intensity from the Sadboiz, as Marquis goes for the quick pinfall attempt!
ONE
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.
TWO
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
Stevens is able to kick out, throwing Marquis off of him as he gets back to his feet. Marquis isn’t finished though, grabbing Stevens by the hair and pulling him backwards. The move takes him by surprise, but he clocks her with a right hand! Scott looks to tag his partner in, but Marquis lands a brutal elbow to his kidneys! Scott Woodson calls out to his partner, as Stevens drops to his knees in pain. Marquis follows up with another knee to the area, keeping Stevens in place for the moment. She steps back, and connects with a High Knee to the back of his head! Woodson can only look on, as Stevens collapses to the mat.
Woodson looks annoyed, as Marquis looks to follow up with another shot. Shaking his head, he quickly enters the ring and levels Marquis while she isn’t looking! Persephone hits the mat, hard, as Laroy Jones calls for Scott Woodson to get back to his corner! He smirks, hoping that he gave his partner enough time to recover. What he doesn’t see is Bryan leaving his corner, heading to his on the outside. Woodson gets back on the apron, and is immediately pulled down by Bryan! The crowd cheers, as Bryan levels him with a Superkick! He looks to the ring, as Persephone is just getting up to her feet.
JOHNSON: ”Great foresight there by Bryan! Marquis is getting up, and so is Stevens!”
VASSA: ”I think Stevens is up first though!”
Stevens is up as well, he grabs Persephone and tosses her into the corner. Landing clubbing blows, Stevens looks to open up on his opponent. Bryan quickly enters the ring, jumping on Stevens’ back! Scott Stevens is able to toss Bryan off of him, but not before Persephone catches him with a Running Dropkick to his knee! She backs up a bit more, charging into Stevens with a European Uppercut! The move sends him backwards into Bryan, who catches him with a Tiger Suplex! The crowd boos again though, as Woodson quickly enters the ring. Bryan catches him flinching, trying to protect himself from another Superkick. He goes low, kicking out his right leg! Marquis syncs this up, connecting with a Petty Cash as she plants him head first into the mat!
With Woodson out of the way, Bryan and Persephone look to finish this match up! Bryan grabs Stevens, telling Marquis to go up to the top rope. Bryan grabs Stevens, lifting him up into a Vertebreaker position. With Marquis on the top rope she leaps off, connecting with a Top Rope Double Stomp as STEVENS IS DRILLED INTO THE MAT NECK FIRST! The crowd react appropriately, the dangerous move grabbing their attention! Bryan looks on, as Scott Woodson is getting to his feet. He tosses him out of the ring, as Marquis makes the cover!
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here are your winners, Bryan Williams … Persephone Marquis … SSAADDBBOOIIZZ!!!”
“Mr. Brightside” begins to play, as the crowd cheers for Bryan and Persephone. Bryan celebrates in the ring, as Persephone seems to be slightly surprised for a moment. It quickly passes, as she begins to celebrate in her own way. She kicks Stevens out of the ring, shittalking him and his partner.
JOHNSON: ”Wow, they did it! Didn’t take them long, these two looked to be in sync all match long!”
VASSA: ”They really played off of each other’s strengths well, and just hit Stevens so hard he couldn’t get back up!”
Bryan and Persephone high five, in an elaborate sequence that they seem to have practiced for a while now. It goes down flawlessly, as the two celebrate some more in the ring. Stevens and Woodson look on, on the outside, disappointed with their performance here tonight.
JOHNSON: ”Well, winless no longer for Persephone Marquis! Put up one in her win column here, because she has a tag team win now!”
VASSA: ”Baby steps, Steve. Might not be much now, but it’s something.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe we’re looking at the next contenders here, in the future!”
VASSA: ”Easy there, let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.”