Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:30:53 GMT
HEADLINE
SOUTH BEACH BRAWL CUP
ROUND TWO
BRONX VALESCENCE VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS:”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The “Stranger Things” intro starts to kick over the house speakers as the fans give their initial pop when smoke begins to fill the stage. As the remix to “Starboy” kicks in, Bronx slowly makes his way out on stage. Pausing in the middle of the stage, he turns sideways and points a finger gun towards the ring before he pulls the trigger and gives a loud, audible laugh before he continues down the ramp, a smug grin on his face as he slaps hands with hands on either side of the ramp.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… He is BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”
When Bronx gets down to the end of the ramp, he uses one leap onto the ring apron, and then spins around, holding onto the ropes before rising his feet on the apron and walking over to his corner and using the ropes to vault into the ring. Opening his arms out to either side he spins until he bounces into the ropes and poses one time for the fans before smirking and removing his ring jacket and sunglasses, neatly placing them underneath his corner turnbuckle before leaping onto the top turnbuckle to sit.
JOHNSON: ”Here he is, Bronx Valescence has an opportunity here tonight to become a finalist in the South Beach Brawl Cup for the second year straight.”
VASSA: ”It was VERY unfortunate what he went through last year once making it to the finals but he has a chance to make up for that.”
JOHNSON: ”Although the bracket was smaller than last years, there’s no doubt that the level of competition was still very high from the start.”
VASSA: ”Bronx’s first round match was very competitive. Tonight will be nothing less as he’ll face the man who challenged Elijah Carlson for the 4CW Championship at All Or Nothing.”
JOHNSON: ”That would be Scott Stevens and he’s coming up next!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and make you want me”
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 “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.
“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: ”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.
POWERS: ”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.
POWERS: ”This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: ”Scott Stevens damn near beat Eli at All Or Nothing and became the 4CW Champion.”
JOHNSON: ”Almost just doesn’t cut it because at the end of the night, it was Eli who had his hand raised high in the air after the bell.”
VASSA: ”If anyone has the inside scoop on beating Eli, it has to be Stevens. He’s the only person left in the tournament who has taken Eli to his limits and damn near pushed him over the edge.”
JOHNSON: ”Say what you want about Stevens. He came into 4Cw at first playing to the Captain Planet gimmick but over the last few months he’s really turned things around and has become a name to be feared within the 4CW rankings.”
VASSA: ”Well I don’t think Bronx is afraid of him. Both of these men want what’s waiting for them at the end of this tournament. Everyone still in it and those who once were all want what’s on the line.”
JOHNSON: ”4CW Championship matches don’t come by too often so when they do, you just need to reach out as far as you can and grab it while you have the chance.”
In the center of the ring, the official is eager to call for the bell. First, he checks in with Bronx who points across the ring to Stevens with the finger gun and fires a shot, giving the signal to the official that he’s ready to get things underway. The official then turns to Stevens who stands patiently in the corner with his eyes locked dead ahead on Bronx. Pointing to himself, Eli’s lips begin to move as the camera zooms in and focuses in as his lips read “It Me.” Nodding at the official, Stevens then pulls on the ropes a bit to stretch. With both men now ready to get things going, the official throws his hand into the air and calls for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Just like a bull, Stevens erupts from his corner and charges across the ring at full speed. As he closes in, he ducks his head as he leans forward, lunging at Bronx. Rolling out of the way with his back against the ropes, Bronx avoids Stevens clutches as the Texan crashes into the corner empty handed. Spinning around to face Bronx, Stevens throws wild power punches for The Starboy but misses each time as Bronx steps back, ducking out of the way. Lunging forward to lock onto Bronx, Stevens misses as he ducks underneath and steps in behind him. Grabbing ahold of Stevens, Bronx then pulls him down to the mat in a small package as the official races over for the first pin attempt of the night only mere moments after the sound of the bell.
ON–
Kicking out before the officials hand can slap the mat for the first time, Stevens breaks the pin attempt and sends Bronx flying backwards in the air as he kicks his legs straight. Landing on his feet, Bronx charges in to Stevens as he pushes himself up to one knee. Bursting upward, Stevens wraps both arms around Bronx and lifts him high into the air before planting him into the canvas with a tackle, driving his shoulder into Bronx’s stomach.
Bronx gasps for air as his breath escapes his lungs. Pushing himself up, Stevens moves towards Bronx’s head before hitting him with a knee drop to the face, using the brace around his knee for extra damage. Standing back up, Stevens does it a second time and then a third, knocking Bronx senseless. He then pulls Bronx up from the mat and quickly turns him around to face the opposite direction. Grabbing onto Bronx’s arm, Stevens then lifts him up into the air before throwing him down hard to the mat with a pump-handle slam.
Dropping down to his knees, Stevens covers Bronx for the pin as the official slides in with the count.
ONE
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Kicking out before the two, Bronx breaks up the pin as Stevens begin growing angry. Placing his hand spread across Bronx’s face, Stevens presses down on it, applying all of his weight, as he pushes himself up. He then grabs a handful of hair before pulling Bronx up to his feet. positioning himself behind Bronx, Stevens wraps him up around the waist with both arms, locking his hands. He then lifts Bronx off his feet and falls back, driving him into the mat with a German suplex. Not releasing his hold, Stevens rolls over to his side and then up to his feet, pulling Bronx up as well. Lifting Bronx again, Stevens slams him to the mat with a second German suplex. Still not releasing his hold, Stevens rises to his feet once more. Using all of his strength, Stevens lifts Bronx off his feet and drives him head first into the mat with a third German suplex! As he releases Bronx, the Starboy stretches out across the mat, leaving the Texan nothing else to do but cover him for the pin.
ONE
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TW–
JOHNSON: ”Bronx kicks out!”
VASSA: ”Stevens isn’t wasting any time here tonight. He’s taking the hurting to Bronx and trying to end this as quickly as possible.”
JOHNSON: ”The sooner he can get this match over with, the sooner he can make sure he keeps himself fresh if he’s going to advance to the finals.”
VASSA: ”That’s actually smart thinking. Even though Bronx made it to the finals last year, his time was cut short due to an injury he suffered during his win in the round prior.”
Leaning up to a seated position, Stevens just shakes his head before looking to the official and mouthing off about the speed of the count. Pushing himself up from the mat, Stevens goes to step towards the official but stops himself as he turns his attention back to Bronx and remains focused on the task at hand. Pulling Bronx up from the mat, Stevens then whips him to the ropes across the ring with every ounce of energy he has in his body. Crashing into the corner, Bronx’s feet shoot up into the air and just as they touch back down, Stevens is right there, closing in and nearly decapitating him with a running clothesline.
Lifting Bronx into the air, Stevens sits him on top of the corner before climbing up to the middle ropes. Holding Bronx’s head in place with his left hand, Stevens begins slamming down powerful strikes with his right into Bronx’s head as the crowd counts along with each landing blow.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eig–“
Throwing his arm up, Bronx fends off the eight punch Stevens throws. Without even the slightest hesitation, Stevens then locks onto Bronx’s head with both hands before slamming his down and hitting Bronx with a vicious headbutt. Stepping up to the top rope, Stevens then pulls Bronx up to a standing position before wrapping both arms around him. Just as Stevens goes to lift Bronx up, Bronx slams both hands together, slapping both of Stevens’ ears and forcing him to release him. Bronx pushes Stevens in the chest with both fists, knocking him backwards off the top of the corner. Just as Stevens lands on his feet, Bronx then leaps towards him, wiping him out with a frog splash cross body. As the Texan falls back first to the mat, Bronx falls on top of him and quickly hooks his leg as the officials races over for the count.
ONE
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TW–
JOHNSON: ”Bronx almost had it right there after being beat into a pulp by the angry Texan.”
VASSA: ”That double ear slap looked familiar. I wonder where he learned that from.”
JOHNSON: ”Bronx said it himself, his record isn’t that bad when you look at it. He’s suffered quite a few losses last year to one person in particular and over those matches, I’m sure he was hit with that move a time or two.”
VASSA: ”Good ole’ Jason Cashe! I’d pay good money to see these two go at it just one more time.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe one day, but he has another Texan on his mind tonight that standing between him getting what he wants out of this tournament.”
Bronx then turns to the ropes and takes off towards them and as he comes back, he leaps forward, planting a knee in Stevens’ stomach before rolling off and up to his feet. The knee to the gut forces Stevens to leans up into a seated position. Bronx then turns to the ropes behind Stevens and takes off even faster. Bouncing off the ropes and coming back as quick as lightning, Bronx jumps up from the mat and extends both legs forward, planting his feet into the small of Stevens’ back with a dropkick. Stevens howls in pain as it shoots up his spine. Pushing himself back up, Bronx sees another window of opportunity and takes it. Stepping past Stevens, Bronx hits the ropes in front of him and as he returns after a few short steps, he nearly takes Stevens’ head off with a superkick! Falling to his back with his arms spread, Stevens is somewhat out cold. Bronx then drops down to his knees and makes the cover as the official rushes over for the count.
ONE
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TW–
VASSA: ”NNOOOO!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Scott Stevens kicks out of another close two count!”
Not wasting any time, Bronx rises to his feet and quickly grabs ahold of Stevens, pulling him up as well. With his grip locked tightly around steven’s wrist, Bronx goes to whip him to the ropes but Stevens reverses and whips Bronx to them instead. As Bronx comes back on the return, Stevens wraps him up with both arms and lifts him up and over, flipping Bronx across the ring and crashing hard against the canvas with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Rolling up to a seated position, Bronx’s head hangs low as he reaches behind him, rubbing his lower back.
Back on his feet, Stevens moves in quickly and kicks his foot up, extending his leg, and planting it directly in the back of Bronx’s head. He then pulls Bronx up to his feet and lifts him into the air, holding Bronx’s horizontally in the air. With all of his strength, Stevens curls Bronx upwards and falls back, Throwing Bronx over his head again, this time with a fall away slam. Climbing over top of Bronx, Stevens mounts himself over Bronx’s torso before swinging downward with lefts and rights, One after another, Stevens hits Bronx in the side of the head with vicious punches. He then stands to his feet and before he leans upward, he reaches down with both hands and wraps them around Bronx’s throat.
Sliding Bronx out from under him, Stevens pulls him up to his feet and then lifts him as high into the air as his arms will allow him. Turning to the nearest corner, Stevens takes giant steps towards it before thrusting forward and launching Bronx into the air. Crashing against the corner, Bronx extends his arms and holds himself up from falling with the top ropes. Stevens then rushes in full speed for the kill.
VASSA: ”This doesn’t look too goo–“
JOHNSON: ”OOHHHH!!!”
Kicking his foot up, Bronx catches Stevens in the mouth with it as he closes in. Instantly Stevens turns the opposite direction as his hand covers his mouth. Snapping out of it, Stevens then spins around and charges in once again.
VASSA: ”He’s mad now!”
JOHNSON: ”But how does that boot taste!”
Kicking his foot up again as Stevens closes in, Bronx catches him with another boot to the mouth. Bronx then pulls himself up to the top ropes but just as he stands, Stevens leaps forward and extends both arms across the top rope, causing Bronx to lose his balance. Quick to react, Bronx hops down from the top and lands on the apron. With Stevens’ midsection exposed, Bronx ducks through the ropes and uses them to pull himself forward, driving his shoulder into Stevens’ stomach. Bronx then pops back up and locks onto Stevens’ holding him in place as he begins slamming knees through the ropes and into his stomach. Ducking Steven’s down, Bronx pull him through the ropes and out onto the apron.
Using the ropes, Bronx vaults himself up and over, turning while in mid-air and landing on the middle rope. He then grabs ahold of Stevens and slowly turns him around to face the crowd. Wrapping both arms around Stevens’ torso, Bronx lifts him up while standing on the middle rope and pulls him up and over the top. Falling backwards, Bronx drives Stevens into the canvas with a German suplex.
JOHNSON: ”The Tweet Delete!”
VASSA: ”People always want to see Twitter Bronx in action well there it is!”
With Stevens laid out on the mat, Bronx pushes himself up and then turns to the corner close by. Kneeling down, he grabs his sunglasses from underneath the turnbuckle and places them over his eyes. Climbing the corner, Bronx makes it to the top before overlooking the crowd and firing off shots with the finger guns. After showing off to the crowd for a few seconds, Bronx then leaps backwards and flips through the air, landing across Stevens’ body with a corkscrew moonsault!
VASSA: ”There it is baby!”
JOHNSON: ”True Light’s Flight!”
Hooking Stevens’ leg, Bronx has him right in place as the official slides in with the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”This one is in the books folks and Bronx advances to the finals to face off with Johnny Evil!”
JOHNSON: ”After a gruesome match that took a lot out of both men, Bronx was able to secure the victory here tonight and he’ll advance to the final round of the South Beach Brawl Cup.”
As Bronx rises to his feet, firing off gunshots through the arena, the official steps in beside him and raises his arm high above his head, declaring him the victor.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”
“Stranger Things” hits the speakers as Bronx rips his arm away from the official and races over to the far corner across the ring. Leaping up to the middle ropes, he points both finger guns over the crowd, firing off shots in every direction as he celebrates his victory here tonight.
Backstage Perry Wallace is talking to Bronx in the hallway, He gives a hyped up Bronxy V a proud fatherly pat on the back.
WALLACE: ”Son, tonight you made me proud. If Stevens would have won, I really don’t know how the fuck I would take that. I mean Steven’s and Evil both in the finals, that would be a fucking travesty…”
Bronx nods his head in agreement
VALESCENCE: ”Yea, I mean they both got some talent, but this world wants to see Bronxy V shine!!”
Wallace nods and leans in toward Bronx with a serious look on his face…
WALLACE: ”That’s why I need you to win in two weeks, son! I need you to beat Evil’s ass and shut him up. He can’t go to South Beach Brawl and fight Eli for the 4CW Championship!! He wants to destroy everything that I built!”
Bronx looks at Perry with confidence…
WALLACE: ”Son, it’s time you brought the 4CW Championship to where it really belongs. An heir to the throne!!”
Just as Wallace says this, Johnny Evil comes around the corner of the hallway. He notices Bronx and Wallace talking. Limping toward them, Johnny completely forgets about his original reason for roaming the halls to find Adrian Tanner. As he starts to approach, he starts a conflict with Bronx and Wallace.
EVIL: ”So I guess I’m getting a fuckin’ early Christmas present before I take that fucking title from Elijah, huh??”
Wallace looks up.
WALLACE: ”Not really, cause you’re not gonna make it to the South Beach Brawl after my son gets done with you!”
Evil approaches Bronx, face to face and then looks over at Wallace laughing his comment off. Bronx steps forward, almost nose to nose.
VALESCENCE: ”You got something you want to say to me?”
EVIL: ”What?! You wanna’ do this now??”
Evil doesn’t give Bronx time to respond, he swings a left hand catching Bronx in the chin stumbling him back. He rushes at Bronx, but Bronx fires an elbow into Evil’s ribs. The two begin to tussle as Bronx tosses Johnny against the wall. The tussle continues Johnny fires a shot, Bronx follows up with a shot of his own as they tussle out of the hallway and fall over a cart of broadcast equipment.
Bronx lands on top of Evil and begins to reign a barrage of blows upon Evil’s face. Evil pushes Bronx to the side and tries to fire a wild foot at his face as security starts to intervene and break the brawl between Bronx and Evil up as Wallace begins shouting, encouraging Bronx to whoop Evil’s ass.
SOUTH BEACH BRAWL CUP
ROUND TWO
BRONX VALESCENCE VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS:”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
The “Stranger Things” intro starts to kick over the house speakers as the fans give their initial pop when smoke begins to fill the stage. As the remix to “Starboy” kicks in, Bronx slowly makes his way out on stage. Pausing in the middle of the stage, he turns sideways and points a finger gun towards the ring before he pulls the trigger and gives a loud, audible laugh before he continues down the ramp, a smug grin on his face as he slaps hands with hands on either side of the ramp.
POWERS: ”Making his way to the ring from Portland, Oregon, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… He is BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”
When Bronx gets down to the end of the ramp, he uses one leap onto the ring apron, and then spins around, holding onto the ropes before rising his feet on the apron and walking over to his corner and using the ropes to vault into the ring. Opening his arms out to either side he spins until he bounces into the ropes and poses one time for the fans before smirking and removing his ring jacket and sunglasses, neatly placing them underneath his corner turnbuckle before leaping onto the top turnbuckle to sit.
JOHNSON: ”Here he is, Bronx Valescence has an opportunity here tonight to become a finalist in the South Beach Brawl Cup for the second year straight.”
VASSA: ”It was VERY unfortunate what he went through last year once making it to the finals but he has a chance to make up for that.”
JOHNSON: ”Although the bracket was smaller than last years, there’s no doubt that the level of competition was still very high from the start.”
VASSA: ”Bronx’s first round match was very competitive. Tonight will be nothing less as he’ll face the man who challenged Elijah Carlson for the 4CW Championship at All Or Nothing.”
JOHNSON: ”That would be Scott Stevens and he’s coming up next!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as the angelic voice of Lauryn Hill serenades the live crowd.
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide
Gonna find you and make you want me”
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 “Ready or Not” by Fugees plays throughout the PA system. As the chorus begins to fade there is one final image that is displayed across the screen and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters…..SCOTT STEVENS as “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play.
“Hellraiser, in the thunder and heat
Hellraiser, rock you back in your seat
Hellraiser, and I’ll make it come true
Hellraiser, I’ll put a spell on you”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: ”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.
POWERS: ”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.
POWERS: ”This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: ”Scott Stevens damn near beat Eli at All Or Nothing and became the 4CW Champion.”
JOHNSON: ”Almost just doesn’t cut it because at the end of the night, it was Eli who had his hand raised high in the air after the bell.”
VASSA: ”If anyone has the inside scoop on beating Eli, it has to be Stevens. He’s the only person left in the tournament who has taken Eli to his limits and damn near pushed him over the edge.”
JOHNSON: ”Say what you want about Stevens. He came into 4Cw at first playing to the Captain Planet gimmick but over the last few months he’s really turned things around and has become a name to be feared within the 4CW rankings.”
VASSA: ”Well I don’t think Bronx is afraid of him. Both of these men want what’s waiting for them at the end of this tournament. Everyone still in it and those who once were all want what’s on the line.”
JOHNSON: ”4CW Championship matches don’t come by too often so when they do, you just need to reach out as far as you can and grab it while you have the chance.”
In the center of the ring, the official is eager to call for the bell. First, he checks in with Bronx who points across the ring to Stevens with the finger gun and fires a shot, giving the signal to the official that he’s ready to get things underway. The official then turns to Stevens who stands patiently in the corner with his eyes locked dead ahead on Bronx. Pointing to himself, Eli’s lips begin to move as the camera zooms in and focuses in as his lips read “It Me.” Nodding at the official, Stevens then pulls on the ropes a bit to stretch. With both men now ready to get things going, the official throws his hand into the air and calls for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
Just like a bull, Stevens erupts from his corner and charges across the ring at full speed. As he closes in, he ducks his head as he leans forward, lunging at Bronx. Rolling out of the way with his back against the ropes, Bronx avoids Stevens clutches as the Texan crashes into the corner empty handed. Spinning around to face Bronx, Stevens throws wild power punches for The Starboy but misses each time as Bronx steps back, ducking out of the way. Lunging forward to lock onto Bronx, Stevens misses as he ducks underneath and steps in behind him. Grabbing ahold of Stevens, Bronx then pulls him down to the mat in a small package as the official races over for the first pin attempt of the night only mere moments after the sound of the bell.
ON–
Kicking out before the officials hand can slap the mat for the first time, Stevens breaks the pin attempt and sends Bronx flying backwards in the air as he kicks his legs straight. Landing on his feet, Bronx charges in to Stevens as he pushes himself up to one knee. Bursting upward, Stevens wraps both arms around Bronx and lifts him high into the air before planting him into the canvas with a tackle, driving his shoulder into Bronx’s stomach.
Bronx gasps for air as his breath escapes his lungs. Pushing himself up, Stevens moves towards Bronx’s head before hitting him with a knee drop to the face, using the brace around his knee for extra damage. Standing back up, Stevens does it a second time and then a third, knocking Bronx senseless. He then pulls Bronx up from the mat and quickly turns him around to face the opposite direction. Grabbing onto Bronx’s arm, Stevens then lifts him up into the air before throwing him down hard to the mat with a pump-handle slam.
Dropping down to his knees, Stevens covers Bronx for the pin as the official slides in with the count.
ONE
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Kicking out before the two, Bronx breaks up the pin as Stevens begin growing angry. Placing his hand spread across Bronx’s face, Stevens presses down on it, applying all of his weight, as he pushes himself up. He then grabs a handful of hair before pulling Bronx up to his feet. positioning himself behind Bronx, Stevens wraps him up around the waist with both arms, locking his hands. He then lifts Bronx off his feet and falls back, driving him into the mat with a German suplex. Not releasing his hold, Stevens rolls over to his side and then up to his feet, pulling Bronx up as well. Lifting Bronx again, Stevens slams him to the mat with a second German suplex. Still not releasing his hold, Stevens rises to his feet once more. Using all of his strength, Stevens lifts Bronx off his feet and drives him head first into the mat with a third German suplex! As he releases Bronx, the Starboy stretches out across the mat, leaving the Texan nothing else to do but cover him for the pin.
ONE
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TW–
JOHNSON: ”Bronx kicks out!”
VASSA: ”Stevens isn’t wasting any time here tonight. He’s taking the hurting to Bronx and trying to end this as quickly as possible.”
JOHNSON: ”The sooner he can get this match over with, the sooner he can make sure he keeps himself fresh if he’s going to advance to the finals.”
VASSA: ”That’s actually smart thinking. Even though Bronx made it to the finals last year, his time was cut short due to an injury he suffered during his win in the round prior.”
Leaning up to a seated position, Stevens just shakes his head before looking to the official and mouthing off about the speed of the count. Pushing himself up from the mat, Stevens goes to step towards the official but stops himself as he turns his attention back to Bronx and remains focused on the task at hand. Pulling Bronx up from the mat, Stevens then whips him to the ropes across the ring with every ounce of energy he has in his body. Crashing into the corner, Bronx’s feet shoot up into the air and just as they touch back down, Stevens is right there, closing in and nearly decapitating him with a running clothesline.
Lifting Bronx into the air, Stevens sits him on top of the corner before climbing up to the middle ropes. Holding Bronx’s head in place with his left hand, Stevens begins slamming down powerful strikes with his right into Bronx’s head as the crowd counts along with each landing blow.
“One! … Two! … Three! … Four! … Five! … Six! … Seven! … Eig–“
Throwing his arm up, Bronx fends off the eight punch Stevens throws. Without even the slightest hesitation, Stevens then locks onto Bronx’s head with both hands before slamming his down and hitting Bronx with a vicious headbutt. Stepping up to the top rope, Stevens then pulls Bronx up to a standing position before wrapping both arms around him. Just as Stevens goes to lift Bronx up, Bronx slams both hands together, slapping both of Stevens’ ears and forcing him to release him. Bronx pushes Stevens in the chest with both fists, knocking him backwards off the top of the corner. Just as Stevens lands on his feet, Bronx then leaps towards him, wiping him out with a frog splash cross body. As the Texan falls back first to the mat, Bronx falls on top of him and quickly hooks his leg as the officials races over for the count.
ONE
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TW–
JOHNSON: ”Bronx almost had it right there after being beat into a pulp by the angry Texan.”
VASSA: ”That double ear slap looked familiar. I wonder where he learned that from.”
JOHNSON: ”Bronx said it himself, his record isn’t that bad when you look at it. He’s suffered quite a few losses last year to one person in particular and over those matches, I’m sure he was hit with that move a time or two.”
VASSA: ”Good ole’ Jason Cashe! I’d pay good money to see these two go at it just one more time.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe one day, but he has another Texan on his mind tonight that standing between him getting what he wants out of this tournament.”
Bronx then turns to the ropes and takes off towards them and as he comes back, he leaps forward, planting a knee in Stevens’ stomach before rolling off and up to his feet. The knee to the gut forces Stevens to leans up into a seated position. Bronx then turns to the ropes behind Stevens and takes off even faster. Bouncing off the ropes and coming back as quick as lightning, Bronx jumps up from the mat and extends both legs forward, planting his feet into the small of Stevens’ back with a dropkick. Stevens howls in pain as it shoots up his spine. Pushing himself back up, Bronx sees another window of opportunity and takes it. Stepping past Stevens, Bronx hits the ropes in front of him and as he returns after a few short steps, he nearly takes Stevens’ head off with a superkick! Falling to his back with his arms spread, Stevens is somewhat out cold. Bronx then drops down to his knees and makes the cover as the official rushes over for the count.
ONE
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TW–
VASSA: ”NNOOOO!!!”
JOHNSON: ”Scott Stevens kicks out of another close two count!”
Not wasting any time, Bronx rises to his feet and quickly grabs ahold of Stevens, pulling him up as well. With his grip locked tightly around steven’s wrist, Bronx goes to whip him to the ropes but Stevens reverses and whips Bronx to them instead. As Bronx comes back on the return, Stevens wraps him up with both arms and lifts him up and over, flipping Bronx across the ring and crashing hard against the canvas with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Rolling up to a seated position, Bronx’s head hangs low as he reaches behind him, rubbing his lower back.
Back on his feet, Stevens moves in quickly and kicks his foot up, extending his leg, and planting it directly in the back of Bronx’s head. He then pulls Bronx up to his feet and lifts him into the air, holding Bronx’s horizontally in the air. With all of his strength, Stevens curls Bronx upwards and falls back, Throwing Bronx over his head again, this time with a fall away slam. Climbing over top of Bronx, Stevens mounts himself over Bronx’s torso before swinging downward with lefts and rights, One after another, Stevens hits Bronx in the side of the head with vicious punches. He then stands to his feet and before he leans upward, he reaches down with both hands and wraps them around Bronx’s throat.
Sliding Bronx out from under him, Stevens pulls him up to his feet and then lifts him as high into the air as his arms will allow him. Turning to the nearest corner, Stevens takes giant steps towards it before thrusting forward and launching Bronx into the air. Crashing against the corner, Bronx extends his arms and holds himself up from falling with the top ropes. Stevens then rushes in full speed for the kill.
VASSA: ”This doesn’t look too goo–“
JOHNSON: ”OOHHHH!!!”
Kicking his foot up, Bronx catches Stevens in the mouth with it as he closes in. Instantly Stevens turns the opposite direction as his hand covers his mouth. Snapping out of it, Stevens then spins around and charges in once again.
VASSA: ”He’s mad now!”
JOHNSON: ”But how does that boot taste!”
Kicking his foot up again as Stevens closes in, Bronx catches him with another boot to the mouth. Bronx then pulls himself up to the top ropes but just as he stands, Stevens leaps forward and extends both arms across the top rope, causing Bronx to lose his balance. Quick to react, Bronx hops down from the top and lands on the apron. With Stevens’ midsection exposed, Bronx ducks through the ropes and uses them to pull himself forward, driving his shoulder into Stevens’ stomach. Bronx then pops back up and locks onto Stevens’ holding him in place as he begins slamming knees through the ropes and into his stomach. Ducking Steven’s down, Bronx pull him through the ropes and out onto the apron.
Using the ropes, Bronx vaults himself up and over, turning while in mid-air and landing on the middle rope. He then grabs ahold of Stevens and slowly turns him around to face the crowd. Wrapping both arms around Stevens’ torso, Bronx lifts him up while standing on the middle rope and pulls him up and over the top. Falling backwards, Bronx drives Stevens into the canvas with a German suplex.
JOHNSON: ”The Tweet Delete!”
VASSA: ”People always want to see Twitter Bronx in action well there it is!”
With Stevens laid out on the mat, Bronx pushes himself up and then turns to the corner close by. Kneeling down, he grabs his sunglasses from underneath the turnbuckle and places them over his eyes. Climbing the corner, Bronx makes it to the top before overlooking the crowd and firing off shots with the finger guns. After showing off to the crowd for a few seconds, Bronx then leaps backwards and flips through the air, landing across Stevens’ body with a corkscrew moonsault!
VASSA: ”There it is baby!”
JOHNSON: ”True Light’s Flight!”
Hooking Stevens’ leg, Bronx has him right in place as the official slides in with the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: ”This one is in the books folks and Bronx advances to the finals to face off with Johnny Evil!”
JOHNSON: ”After a gruesome match that took a lot out of both men, Bronx was able to secure the victory here tonight and he’ll advance to the final round of the South Beach Brawl Cup.”
As Bronx rises to his feet, firing off gunshots through the arena, the official steps in beside him and raises his arm high above his head, declaring him the victor.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: ”Here is your winner, BRONX VVAALLEESSCCEENNCCEE!!!”
“Stranger Things” hits the speakers as Bronx rips his arm away from the official and races over to the far corner across the ring. Leaping up to the middle ropes, he points both finger guns over the crowd, firing off shots in every direction as he celebrates his victory here tonight.
Backstage Perry Wallace is talking to Bronx in the hallway, He gives a hyped up Bronxy V a proud fatherly pat on the back.
WALLACE: ”Son, tonight you made me proud. If Stevens would have won, I really don’t know how the fuck I would take that. I mean Steven’s and Evil both in the finals, that would be a fucking travesty…”
Bronx nods his head in agreement
VALESCENCE: ”Yea, I mean they both got some talent, but this world wants to see Bronxy V shine!!”
Wallace nods and leans in toward Bronx with a serious look on his face…
WALLACE: ”That’s why I need you to win in two weeks, son! I need you to beat Evil’s ass and shut him up. He can’t go to South Beach Brawl and fight Eli for the 4CW Championship!! He wants to destroy everything that I built!”
Bronx looks at Perry with confidence…
WALLACE: ”Son, it’s time you brought the 4CW Championship to where it really belongs. An heir to the throne!!”
Just as Wallace says this, Johnny Evil comes around the corner of the hallway. He notices Bronx and Wallace talking. Limping toward them, Johnny completely forgets about his original reason for roaming the halls to find Adrian Tanner. As he starts to approach, he starts a conflict with Bronx and Wallace.
EVIL: ”So I guess I’m getting a fuckin’ early Christmas present before I take that fucking title from Elijah, huh??”
Wallace looks up.
WALLACE: ”Not really, cause you’re not gonna make it to the South Beach Brawl after my son gets done with you!”
Evil approaches Bronx, face to face and then looks over at Wallace laughing his comment off. Bronx steps forward, almost nose to nose.
VALESCENCE: ”You got something you want to say to me?”
EVIL: ”What?! You wanna’ do this now??”
Evil doesn’t give Bronx time to respond, he swings a left hand catching Bronx in the chin stumbling him back. He rushes at Bronx, but Bronx fires an elbow into Evil’s ribs. The two begin to tussle as Bronx tosses Johnny against the wall. The tussle continues Johnny fires a shot, Bronx follows up with a shot of his own as they tussle out of the hallway and fall over a cart of broadcast equipment.
Bronx lands on top of Evil and begins to reign a barrage of blows upon Evil’s face. Evil pushes Bronx to the side and tries to fire a wild foot at his face as security starts to intervene and break the brawl between Bronx and Evil up as Wallace begins shouting, encouraging Bronx to whoop Evil’s ass.