Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:32:09 GMT
UNDERCARD
SOUTH BEACH BRAWL CUP
ROUND ONE
ALEXIS MORRISON VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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.
JOHNSON: ”After what happened to start the show between the 4CW Champion and Scott Stevens, that is not a man I would want to be anywhere near a wrestling ring with right now.”
VASSA: ”I’m sure Alexis is going to be a game competitor tonight, Steve. But I think you’re right. Stevens is going to be out to hurt someone tonight and she’s the one who drew the short straw and is standing in his way.”
JOHNSON: ”Whether or not we’ll see a rematch from All or Nothing in the main event at South Beach Brawl is still to be seen. But if Stevens wants it, the first step in getting there is a win tonight.”
VASSA: ”It would be pretty disappointing, I think, if the big Texan was able to come that close to winning the 4CW Championship only to fall short, and then get eliminated in the first round of this tournament? If you ask me my money is on the big man tonight.”
A low tone beat mixed with an electric guitar sounds through the arena for a few seconds before going full force over the sound system. Cameras get a close up of the big screen as the Anti-Starlet logo is presented in until transitions into a video of the music video and clips of Alexis Morrison. This plays for a few minutes before entering fading back to an foggy entrance way. Out of the smoke, “The Anti-Starlet” Alexis Morrison walks onto the stage wearing a leather jacket, her blonde hair falls behind the woman, and she walks down.
POWERS: ”From Salem, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the Anti-Starlet, ALEXIS MMOORRRRIISSOONN!!!”
She stops, looks at the ring for a moment, circles it halfway before pulling herself onto the apron, giving a menacing stare back toward the crowd. Alexis climbs into ring with attitude, going straight to her respected corner taking off her leather jacket. The Anti-Starlet turns, she starts preparing herself while testing the ropes and carefully watching her surroundings.
JOHNSON: ”It has been a tough road to hoe for Alexis since coming to 4CW but a win tonight could very well turn things around for her and set her on a course for stardom..”
VASSA: ”There’s no President Mac or whoever the fuck runs wherever she came from before, anymore. I think she’s finding the pond with the big fish is a lot harder to survive in than her old home.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe but she has put up a hell of a fight every single time she has come out to compete for this company. Something has to give eventually, right?”
VASSA: ”Hey if you want to bet on her I’ll gladly take more of your money home with me.”
DING!!! DING!!!
As the bell sounds, Alexis Morrison stares across the ring into the eyes of a man over a foot taller than she is, and over a hundred pounds heavier than she is. The task before her is certainly a daunting one but she’s not one to back down and as Stevens closes into toward her, she takes a deep breath and waits patiently. When he’s close enough she takes off at a quick sprint and then baseball slides between his legs. As she does so she uses both of her hands to grasp at his ankles, tripping him up and sending him stumbling face first into the corner turnbuckle pads. Using both hands to push himself out of the corner, Stevens turns around quickly but as he does he’s caught with a Pele kick from Morrison that sends him tumbling back into the corner as well.
With a head of steam, Alexis moves quickly to the opposite corner and then takes off across the ring at her opponent. Sensing danger, Stevens pushes himself out of the corner once more and move to grab Alexis once she’s near enough but again she’s just a bit to quick for him, spinning around his back quickly and then wrapping her arms around his neck after coming fully back around to the front of him, twisting him over and bringing him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. With opportunity in her grasp, Alexis quickly climbs back to her feet and takes off toward the ropes, leaping and springboarding off of the middle rope, flipping over in the air and landing perfectly across the chest of her opponent with a springboard moonsault. She hooks the big man’s leg quickly, trying to put the match away early on.
ONE
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Smart move to try and catch Stevens off guard with that early pinfall attempt..”
VASSA: ”Stevens was having none of it though. She’s going to have to keep up that pace and keep the Texan grounded if she’s going to have any hope of pulling off the upset here tonight.”
Back up to her feet, Alexis waits until Stevens is back to his feet and charges at him. As she does so she ducks under a clothesline that has enough force on it it seems as though Scott was looking to not only end the match, but also end her life as well. Bouncing off the ropes, she catches Stevens as he turns to face her with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. Feeling all of the momentum in the world on her side, Alexis lets out a scream as she gets back to her feet. The frenetic pace continues as she quickly heads over to the nearby turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. Once there she spins herself around to face the fallen body of Scott Stevens, who doesn’t really seem to have any clue what in the hell has hit him up to this point of the match.
As she prepares to leap, a dazed Stevens begins to push himself up to his feet. Having committed to far already, Alexis leaps from the top rope and flips in the air. As she comes down she manages to catch Stevens around the neck and drive him downward into the mat face first with a DDT. As soon as the move connects the crowd erupts into a frenzy, not believing what they had just witnessed with their very own eyes.
”HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”
JOHNSON: ”Holy shit is right. What in the hell was that?!.”
VASSA: ”I don’t think we’ve ever seen anything like that here in 4CW. I have to admit, Alexis Morrison is raising the bar tonight. I figured Scott Stevens would have butchered and buried her by now.”
JOHNSON: ”Not so fast my friend! I think that was a shooting star DDT we just witnessed.”
VASSA: ”Maybe. I don’t know what the hell you’d call it but Stevens is reeling here. I think that miracle might just be unfolding before our very eyes.”
The pace slows a bit as Alexis works herself back to a standing position, giving herself a moment to catch her breath after deciding not to go for the pinfall attempt. In complete control of the match now, Alexis feeds off the energy of the crowd and stares at the body of Scott Stevens. Deciding to show off a bit of her brawling skills, Alexis mounts the torso of her opponent and begins blasting him across the face with right hand after right hand until finally the referee steps in and forces her to break the assault, backing her off Scott Stevens briefly. Even so, Alexis simply backs up to her own corner and lines Scott Stevens up. It’s clear she’s preparing to go for the running bicycle kick that she calls 20 eyes.
Once more, Scott Stevens slowly begins climbing back to his feet. Once he stands up right, though a bit wobbly, Alexis takes off across the ring at him once again and leaps into the air. This time, however, Stevens is ready for her. He side steps the attempted bicycle kick that was meant to begin putting the finishing touches on the match. As she tumbles past him, Stevens manages to grab onto her shoulder and spin her back in his direction. When she turns back toward him, Stevens lifts her up into the air and drives her down to the mat with a DOUBLE S SPINEBUSTER and immediately all the momentum that the smaller competitor had built up is driven out of the arena.
JOHNSON: ”OH GOOD LORD! I THINK STEVENS KILLED HER!.”
VASSA: ”She couldn’t be that lucky, Steve. But just like that the fortunes o this match have turned on a dime.”
Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Stevens sneers at the fallen woman before dragging her back to her feet. Dazed and barely able to stand, Alexis doesn’t see Stevens back up into his own corner and line her up. He takes off at the speed of a slow moving hippopotamus coming out of the corner, but the running knee trembler that connects with her jaw nearly knocks her unconscious and shows her just why you DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS. Looking down at his opponent, Scott Stevens once more makes a slashing motion across his throat and then doesn’t waste any time pulling her back up to her feet. As he does so he wraps his arms around her neck and then drives her down to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”Toxic Sting from Scott Stevens!.”
VASSA: ”I’ll be honest, Vinny. He doesn’t have the look of a man who is done just yet.”
Indeed he wasn’t done. Instead of pinning Alexis at that moment in time he bends down and pulls her back up by her hair. Her head rests against his abdomen and the weight of her body causes her to drop back down to a knee as Stevens laughs and shakes his head. Once more he lifts her up to a standing position and then picks her up onto his shoulders. For a moment time slows down as he positions her. And then, with lightning quick brutality, he drives her straight down into the mat with a spike piledriver. When her body goes limp after the move connects, it is only then that Stevens adjust and puts the weight of his body across her upper torso, pinning her to the mat as the referee slides in.
JOHNSON: ”Moral Compass from Scott Stevens. This match is over..”
VASSA: ”Indeed it is.”
ONE
.
.
TWO
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.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”Alexis put up one hell of a fight. You’ve got to give her credit for the effort she put out. Against anyone else she might be walking out of here with a ticket punched to the second round of the SBBC.”
VASSA: ”Maybe, but doubtful. Scott Stevens punctuated the end of that match by making an example out of her. You have to think he was sending a message to the champion. One that says that he’s coming for him and at South Beach Brawl, what we saw happen here tonight to Alexis could very well be Elijah Carlson.”
Pushing himself up to his feet, Stevens has his hand raised in victory as Mike Powers announces the result.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
The scene fades backstage as Stevens takes to the corner to celebrate his victory and the referee kneels down beside Alexis to check on her and make sure she’s alright.
SOUTH BEACH BRAWL CUP
ROUND ONE
ALEXIS MORRISON VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS: ”The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
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.
JOHNSON: ”After what happened to start the show between the 4CW Champion and Scott Stevens, that is not a man I would want to be anywhere near a wrestling ring with right now.”
VASSA: ”I’m sure Alexis is going to be a game competitor tonight, Steve. But I think you’re right. Stevens is going to be out to hurt someone tonight and she’s the one who drew the short straw and is standing in his way.”
JOHNSON: ”Whether or not we’ll see a rematch from All or Nothing in the main event at South Beach Brawl is still to be seen. But if Stevens wants it, the first step in getting there is a win tonight.”
VASSA: ”It would be pretty disappointing, I think, if the big Texan was able to come that close to winning the 4CW Championship only to fall short, and then get eliminated in the first round of this tournament? If you ask me my money is on the big man tonight.”
A low tone beat mixed with an electric guitar sounds through the arena for a few seconds before going full force over the sound system. Cameras get a close up of the big screen as the Anti-Starlet logo is presented in until transitions into a video of the music video and clips of Alexis Morrison. This plays for a few minutes before entering fading back to an foggy entrance way. Out of the smoke, “The Anti-Starlet” Alexis Morrison walks onto the stage wearing a leather jacket, her blonde hair falls behind the woman, and she walks down.
POWERS: ”From Salem, New York, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds… She is the Anti-Starlet, ALEXIS MMOORRRRIISSOONN!!!”
She stops, looks at the ring for a moment, circles it halfway before pulling herself onto the apron, giving a menacing stare back toward the crowd. Alexis climbs into ring with attitude, going straight to her respected corner taking off her leather jacket. The Anti-Starlet turns, she starts preparing herself while testing the ropes and carefully watching her surroundings.
JOHNSON: ”It has been a tough road to hoe for Alexis since coming to 4CW but a win tonight could very well turn things around for her and set her on a course for stardom..”
VASSA: ”There’s no President Mac or whoever the fuck runs wherever she came from before, anymore. I think she’s finding the pond with the big fish is a lot harder to survive in than her old home.”
JOHNSON: ”Maybe but she has put up a hell of a fight every single time she has come out to compete for this company. Something has to give eventually, right?”
VASSA: ”Hey if you want to bet on her I’ll gladly take more of your money home with me.”
DING!!! DING!!!
As the bell sounds, Alexis Morrison stares across the ring into the eyes of a man over a foot taller than she is, and over a hundred pounds heavier than she is. The task before her is certainly a daunting one but she’s not one to back down and as Stevens closes into toward her, she takes a deep breath and waits patiently. When he’s close enough she takes off at a quick sprint and then baseball slides between his legs. As she does so she uses both of her hands to grasp at his ankles, tripping him up and sending him stumbling face first into the corner turnbuckle pads. Using both hands to push himself out of the corner, Stevens turns around quickly but as he does he’s caught with a Pele kick from Morrison that sends him tumbling back into the corner as well.
With a head of steam, Alexis moves quickly to the opposite corner and then takes off across the ring at her opponent. Sensing danger, Stevens pushes himself out of the corner once more and move to grab Alexis once she’s near enough but again she’s just a bit to quick for him, spinning around his back quickly and then wrapping her arms around his neck after coming fully back around to the front of him, twisting him over and bringing him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. With opportunity in her grasp, Alexis quickly climbs back to her feet and takes off toward the ropes, leaping and springboarding off of the middle rope, flipping over in the air and landing perfectly across the chest of her opponent with a springboard moonsault. She hooks the big man’s leg quickly, trying to put the match away early on.
ONE
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
JOHNSON: ”Smart move to try and catch Stevens off guard with that early pinfall attempt..”
VASSA: ”Stevens was having none of it though. She’s going to have to keep up that pace and keep the Texan grounded if she’s going to have any hope of pulling off the upset here tonight.”
Back up to her feet, Alexis waits until Stevens is back to his feet and charges at him. As she does so she ducks under a clothesline that has enough force on it it seems as though Scott was looking to not only end the match, but also end her life as well. Bouncing off the ropes, she catches Stevens as he turns to face her with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown. Feeling all of the momentum in the world on her side, Alexis lets out a scream as she gets back to her feet. The frenetic pace continues as she quickly heads over to the nearby turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. Once there she spins herself around to face the fallen body of Scott Stevens, who doesn’t really seem to have any clue what in the hell has hit him up to this point of the match.
As she prepares to leap, a dazed Stevens begins to push himself up to his feet. Having committed to far already, Alexis leaps from the top rope and flips in the air. As she comes down she manages to catch Stevens around the neck and drive him downward into the mat face first with a DDT. As soon as the move connects the crowd erupts into a frenzy, not believing what they had just witnessed with their very own eyes.
”HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!”
JOHNSON: ”Holy shit is right. What in the hell was that?!.”
VASSA: ”I don’t think we’ve ever seen anything like that here in 4CW. I have to admit, Alexis Morrison is raising the bar tonight. I figured Scott Stevens would have butchered and buried her by now.”
JOHNSON: ”Not so fast my friend! I think that was a shooting star DDT we just witnessed.”
VASSA: ”Maybe. I don’t know what the hell you’d call it but Stevens is reeling here. I think that miracle might just be unfolding before our very eyes.”
The pace slows a bit as Alexis works herself back to a standing position, giving herself a moment to catch her breath after deciding not to go for the pinfall attempt. In complete control of the match now, Alexis feeds off the energy of the crowd and stares at the body of Scott Stevens. Deciding to show off a bit of her brawling skills, Alexis mounts the torso of her opponent and begins blasting him across the face with right hand after right hand until finally the referee steps in and forces her to break the assault, backing her off Scott Stevens briefly. Even so, Alexis simply backs up to her own corner and lines Scott Stevens up. It’s clear she’s preparing to go for the running bicycle kick that she calls 20 eyes.
Once more, Scott Stevens slowly begins climbing back to his feet. Once he stands up right, though a bit wobbly, Alexis takes off across the ring at him once again and leaps into the air. This time, however, Stevens is ready for her. He side steps the attempted bicycle kick that was meant to begin putting the finishing touches on the match. As she tumbles past him, Stevens manages to grab onto her shoulder and spin her back in his direction. When she turns back toward him, Stevens lifts her up into the air and drives her down to the mat with a DOUBLE S SPINEBUSTER and immediately all the momentum that the smaller competitor had built up is driven out of the arena.
JOHNSON: ”OH GOOD LORD! I THINK STEVENS KILLED HER!.”
VASSA: ”She couldn’t be that lucky, Steve. But just like that the fortunes o this match have turned on a dime.”
Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Stevens sneers at the fallen woman before dragging her back to her feet. Dazed and barely able to stand, Alexis doesn’t see Stevens back up into his own corner and line her up. He takes off at the speed of a slow moving hippopotamus coming out of the corner, but the running knee trembler that connects with her jaw nearly knocks her unconscious and shows her just why you DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS. Looking down at his opponent, Scott Stevens once more makes a slashing motion across his throat and then doesn’t waste any time pulling her back up to her feet. As he does so he wraps his arms around her neck and then drives her down to the mat.
JOHNSON: ”Toxic Sting from Scott Stevens!.”
VASSA: ”I’ll be honest, Vinny. He doesn’t have the look of a man who is done just yet.”
Indeed he wasn’t done. Instead of pinning Alexis at that moment in time he bends down and pulls her back up by her hair. Her head rests against his abdomen and the weight of her body causes her to drop back down to a knee as Stevens laughs and shakes his head. Once more he lifts her up to a standing position and then picks her up onto his shoulders. For a moment time slows down as he positions her. And then, with lightning quick brutality, he drives her straight down into the mat with a spike piledriver. When her body goes limp after the move connects, it is only then that Stevens adjust and puts the weight of his body across her upper torso, pinning her to the mat as the referee slides in.
JOHNSON: ”Moral Compass from Scott Stevens. This match is over..”
VASSA: ”Indeed it is.”
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
JOHNSON: ”Alexis put up one hell of a fight. You’ve got to give her credit for the effort she put out. Against anyone else she might be walking out of here with a ticket punched to the second round of the SBBC.”
VASSA: ”Maybe, but doubtful. Scott Stevens punctuated the end of that match by making an example out of her. You have to think he was sending a message to the champion. One that says that he’s coming for him and at South Beach Brawl, what we saw happen here tonight to Alexis could very well be Elijah Carlson.”
Pushing himself up to his feet, Stevens has his hand raised in victory as Mike Powers announces the result.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
The scene fades backstage as Stevens takes to the corner to celebrate his victory and the referee kneels down beside Alexis to check on her and make sure she’s alright.