Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:55:49 GMT
UNDERCARD
SCOTT STEVENS VS. MARIANO FERNANDEZ
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. The arena lights suddenly go down once more, and a Trollface appears on the big screen.
problem?
POWERS: “And now, standing six feet tall and weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds! From somewhere in Skyrim… ‘THE GADFLY’… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”
Something, however, seems off, as the Song of the Dragonborn doesn’t play…
“Oh mama, I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I’m so far from my home…”
JOHNSON: “And now we’re waiting for DA #TROLL GUY, he’s gonna have some trick up his sleeve for certain!”
VASSA: “Little good will it do him, as happened last Adrenaline, or before that, at Winter Wasteland!”
“Oh mama, I can hear your crying, you’re so scared and all alone!
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don’t have very long!”
JOHNSON: “That doesn’t stop him from doing it every time he’s got the chance – and that’s a testament to his valor!”
VASSA: “And his mental retardation.”
At that point, the lights come back on, and the crowd erupts in cheers!
“The jig is up, the news is out, they’ve finally found me!
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty!”
VASSA: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
JOHNSON: “And there’s Mariano Fernandez!”
Mariano poses for the crowd at the stage entrance, clad in a Mexican sombrero and a poncho!
VASSA: “The hell’s he doing!?”
JOHNSON: “He’s following the bounty hunter bit!”
Mariano tips his sombrero and begins marching down the aisle as the crowd continues to shower him with support.
“Never more to go astray! This will be the end today, of the wanted man!”
As Mariano reaches the ring, he removes his poncho and sombrero and tosses them to the crowd, and again they go wild!
JOHNSON: “And there you have it folks, DA #TROLL GUY – ready for a duel!”
VASSA: “And Scott Stevens is gonna send him to Boot Hill!”
Referee Logan Whitby checks with both men to make sure they’re ready for the start of the match and then signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
As soon as the bell chimes a second time Stevens is at full speed heading across the ring. Manny, having looked away briefly at a fan in the front row, winks at the kid only to turn back into a vicious bi boot from Scott Stevens that flattens him. Relentless, Stevens reaches down and pulls Manny up by his soccer mom hair before locking his hands around the neck of the Gadfly, lifting him up into the air, spinning and planting him to the mat with a sit out powerbomb. He immediately shoves Mariano’s legs out of the way and rolls over, hooking Fernandez’s leg for an early pinfall attempt.
ONE
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KICKOUT!!!
Manny manages to get his shoulder up rather quickly but that only seems to fuel the rage of Stevens who doesn’t seem to be in a very good mood after the way the previous Adrenaline had ended. Back up to his feet, Stevens reaches down and drags Mariano upward, locking him up in a clinch before delivering knee after knee to the exposed face of DA #TROLL GUY. After ten strikes, Stevens deposits Fernandez down to the mat once more, this time placing his boot across his opponents chest, flexing his muscles as referee Logan Whitby once more slid in, counting the pinfall attempt.
ONE
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.
TWO
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.
KICKOUT!!!
Angrily, Stevens shoves the referee and orders him to count faster as Manny had managed to get his shoulder up once more, this time just a bit before the three could be counted. Dazed from the furious onslaught of Scott Stevens from the get go, Manny drags himself away from the larger man and over towards the ropes, which he uses to pull himself up. Once having regained some semblance of a vertical base, Manny allows the ropes to hold the majority of his wait upward, leaning against them for support as Stevens continues to argue with the referee.
JOHNSON: “This has been all Scott Stevens from the get go. At this point Mariano is just trying to weather the storm.”
VASSA: “Well what did he expect? Stevens is already pissed off about the last edition of Adrenaline and now this idiot is out here dressed like some half retarded Mexican bounty hunter. Of course the big Texan is going to take offense.”
Returning his attention to Mariano once more, Stevens tries to put the match away with another big boot, charging across the ring and aiming right for Mariano’s jaw. At the last second, however, Manny manages to slip out of the way and leave Stevens to get caught between his legs with the top rope. The pain recognition is immediate and severe, with Stevens eyes going crossed at the instant, overwhelming pain in his family jewels. Manny heaves a deep breath, thankful for the brief reprieve but taking advantage of it, running and springboarding off the middle turnbuckle, spinning and catching Stevens across the jaw with a knee that knocks him down off the top rope and back into the ring.
Dazed, Stevens pushes himself back up to his feet and turns face to face with his opponent who is waiting with a knowing smirk on his face. The crowd seems to know what’s coming as an arena wide intake of breath can be heard.
”FUS RO DAH!
Manny moves towards Stevens and connects with The Gadfly! A step up enziguri that knocks Stevens down to a knee. Snorting, Manny bounces off the nearby ropes and comes back, wrapping his arm around Stevens head and sending him face first to the canvas with a running bulldog. Bouncing up to his feet, feeling momentum suddenly in his favor, Manny spins in a circle momentarily with his arms out wide before pointing down at Stevens at shouting at him once more, the fans joining along with him.
”SKYRIM FOR THE NORDS!”
He runs off one set of ropes, sprinting across the ring and stepping over Stevens fallen body before bouncing off the opposite set of ropes. Once more Manny nears Stevens body and this time drops a sharp elbow across his sternum. Quickly, Manny flips over and hooks the leg of the big man. Whitby slides in, ready to count the pinfall.
ONE
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.
TWO
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.
KICKOUT!!!
The crowd groans as Stevens manages to kick out at the last second. Not deterred, Mariano backs off and waits for Stevens to slowly get back to his feet. Having seen this before, the crowd buzzes with anticipation as the groggy Stevens works his way back up to his hands and knees.
JOHNSON: “This entire evening up to this point has been a series of sharp swings back and forth in momentum and this match is no different.”
VASSA: “I can’t believe this idiot might actually win. This can’t be happening.”
Stevens stands, wobbling on both of his two legs, only to have Manny grab him by the shoulders and spin him around. As he does so the crowd shouts just as Mariano does.
”PROBLE-OHHHH!
Before Mariano can manage to spray the mist in Stevens eyes, Stevens spins and tries to take Mariano’s head off with a brutal clothesline. In the nick of time, Manny manages to duck underneath Stevens arm, charging across the ring to bounce of the ropes. On the rebound, just as Stevens is turning to face him, Manny leaps low and delivers a drop kick directly to Scott Stevens knee.
JOHNSON: “ARROW TO THE KNEE!”
VASSA: “Ugh… here it comes…”
Buckled to one knee, Stevens is helpless as Manny positions himself to spray the mist in his eyes. Stevens turns and takes the brunt of the brutal mist to the eyes, causing him to groan in pain. However, at the same time he manages to lock his arms around the neck of Fernandez, pulling him down to the mat with overwhelming force.
JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD TOXIC STING!”
VASSA: “YES THANK GOD!”
Briefly, Stevens wipes at his eyes trying to clear his vision but gives up and instead gropes for Manny’s body, rolling him over onto his back before he drapes an arm across Manny’s chest. Whitby, with no other option, drops to his hands and knees and counts the pinfall.
ONE
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.
TWO
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.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
As the referee signals for the bell, Stevens continues to wipe at his eyes trying to clear the mist that Mariano had spewed into his eyes from his vision. Reaching down, Logan Whitby raises Scott Stevens arm in the air victoriously as Mike Powers announces the win.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall…SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
JOHNSON: “My goodness what a big win this is for Scott Stevens heading into All or Nothing. After a tough loss last week he certainly couldn’t risk heading into a match with the champion on a losing streak.”
VASSA: “Thank god he won. I’m no fan of Scott Stevens but Mariano Fernandez is an absolute buffoon and a disgrace to this business. I’m glad he lost. That’s what you get for spitting shit in someone’s eyes.”
Our last shot before fading backstage is of Scott Stevens rolling himself out of the ring, continuing to rub at his eyes while heading up the entrance ramp leaving Mariano to recover in the ring.
SCOTT STEVENS VS. MARIANO FERNANDEZ
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. The arena lights suddenly go down once more, and a Trollface appears on the big screen.
problem?
POWERS: “And now, standing six feet tall and weighing in at one hundred eighty pounds! From somewhere in Skyrim… ‘THE GADFLY’… MARIANO FFEERRNNAANNDDEEZZ!!!”
Something, however, seems off, as the Song of the Dragonborn doesn’t play…
“Oh mama, I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I’m so far from my home…”
JOHNSON: “And now we’re waiting for DA #TROLL GUY, he’s gonna have some trick up his sleeve for certain!”
VASSA: “Little good will it do him, as happened last Adrenaline, or before that, at Winter Wasteland!”
“Oh mama, I can hear your crying, you’re so scared and all alone!
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don’t have very long!”
JOHNSON: “That doesn’t stop him from doing it every time he’s got the chance – and that’s a testament to his valor!”
VASSA: “And his mental retardation.”
At that point, the lights come back on, and the crowd erupts in cheers!
“The jig is up, the news is out, they’ve finally found me!
The renegade who had it made retrieved for a bounty!”
VASSA: “WHAT THE FUCK!?”
JOHNSON: “And there’s Mariano Fernandez!”
Mariano poses for the crowd at the stage entrance, clad in a Mexican sombrero and a poncho!
VASSA: “The hell’s he doing!?”
JOHNSON: “He’s following the bounty hunter bit!”
Mariano tips his sombrero and begins marching down the aisle as the crowd continues to shower him with support.
“Never more to go astray! This will be the end today, of the wanted man!”
As Mariano reaches the ring, he removes his poncho and sombrero and tosses them to the crowd, and again they go wild!
JOHNSON: “And there you have it folks, DA #TROLL GUY – ready for a duel!”
VASSA: “And Scott Stevens is gonna send him to Boot Hill!”
Referee Logan Whitby checks with both men to make sure they’re ready for the start of the match and then signals for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
As soon as the bell chimes a second time Stevens is at full speed heading across the ring. Manny, having looked away briefly at a fan in the front row, winks at the kid only to turn back into a vicious bi boot from Scott Stevens that flattens him. Relentless, Stevens reaches down and pulls Manny up by his soccer mom hair before locking his hands around the neck of the Gadfly, lifting him up into the air, spinning and planting him to the mat with a sit out powerbomb. He immediately shoves Mariano’s legs out of the way and rolls over, hooking Fernandez’s leg for an early pinfall attempt.
ONE
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
Manny manages to get his shoulder up rather quickly but that only seems to fuel the rage of Stevens who doesn’t seem to be in a very good mood after the way the previous Adrenaline had ended. Back up to his feet, Stevens reaches down and drags Mariano upward, locking him up in a clinch before delivering knee after knee to the exposed face of DA #TROLL GUY. After ten strikes, Stevens deposits Fernandez down to the mat once more, this time placing his boot across his opponents chest, flexing his muscles as referee Logan Whitby once more slid in, counting the pinfall attempt.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
Angrily, Stevens shoves the referee and orders him to count faster as Manny had managed to get his shoulder up once more, this time just a bit before the three could be counted. Dazed from the furious onslaught of Scott Stevens from the get go, Manny drags himself away from the larger man and over towards the ropes, which he uses to pull himself up. Once having regained some semblance of a vertical base, Manny allows the ropes to hold the majority of his wait upward, leaning against them for support as Stevens continues to argue with the referee.
JOHNSON: “This has been all Scott Stevens from the get go. At this point Mariano is just trying to weather the storm.”
VASSA: “Well what did he expect? Stevens is already pissed off about the last edition of Adrenaline and now this idiot is out here dressed like some half retarded Mexican bounty hunter. Of course the big Texan is going to take offense.”
Returning his attention to Mariano once more, Stevens tries to put the match away with another big boot, charging across the ring and aiming right for Mariano’s jaw. At the last second, however, Manny manages to slip out of the way and leave Stevens to get caught between his legs with the top rope. The pain recognition is immediate and severe, with Stevens eyes going crossed at the instant, overwhelming pain in his family jewels. Manny heaves a deep breath, thankful for the brief reprieve but taking advantage of it, running and springboarding off the middle turnbuckle, spinning and catching Stevens across the jaw with a knee that knocks him down off the top rope and back into the ring.
Dazed, Stevens pushes himself back up to his feet and turns face to face with his opponent who is waiting with a knowing smirk on his face. The crowd seems to know what’s coming as an arena wide intake of breath can be heard.
”FUS RO DAH!
Manny moves towards Stevens and connects with The Gadfly! A step up enziguri that knocks Stevens down to a knee. Snorting, Manny bounces off the nearby ropes and comes back, wrapping his arm around Stevens head and sending him face first to the canvas with a running bulldog. Bouncing up to his feet, feeling momentum suddenly in his favor, Manny spins in a circle momentarily with his arms out wide before pointing down at Stevens at shouting at him once more, the fans joining along with him.
”SKYRIM FOR THE NORDS!”
He runs off one set of ropes, sprinting across the ring and stepping over Stevens fallen body before bouncing off the opposite set of ropes. Once more Manny nears Stevens body and this time drops a sharp elbow across his sternum. Quickly, Manny flips over and hooks the leg of the big man. Whitby slides in, ready to count the pinfall.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
KICKOUT!!!
The crowd groans as Stevens manages to kick out at the last second. Not deterred, Mariano backs off and waits for Stevens to slowly get back to his feet. Having seen this before, the crowd buzzes with anticipation as the groggy Stevens works his way back up to his hands and knees.
JOHNSON: “This entire evening up to this point has been a series of sharp swings back and forth in momentum and this match is no different.”
VASSA: “I can’t believe this idiot might actually win. This can’t be happening.”
Stevens stands, wobbling on both of his two legs, only to have Manny grab him by the shoulders and spin him around. As he does so the crowd shouts just as Mariano does.
”PROBLE-OHHHH!
Before Mariano can manage to spray the mist in Stevens eyes, Stevens spins and tries to take Mariano’s head off with a brutal clothesline. In the nick of time, Manny manages to duck underneath Stevens arm, charging across the ring to bounce of the ropes. On the rebound, just as Stevens is turning to face him, Manny leaps low and delivers a drop kick directly to Scott Stevens knee.
JOHNSON: “ARROW TO THE KNEE!”
VASSA: “Ugh… here it comes…”
Buckled to one knee, Stevens is helpless as Manny positions himself to spray the mist in his eyes. Stevens turns and takes the brunt of the brutal mist to the eyes, causing him to groan in pain. However, at the same time he manages to lock his arms around the neck of Fernandez, pulling him down to the mat with overwhelming force.
JOHNSON: “OH MY GOD TOXIC STING!”
VASSA: “YES THANK GOD!”
Briefly, Stevens wipes at his eyes trying to clear his vision but gives up and instead gropes for Manny’s body, rolling him over onto his back before he drapes an arm across Manny’s chest. Whitby, with no other option, drops to his hands and knees and counts the pinfall.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
As the referee signals for the bell, Stevens continues to wipe at his eyes trying to clear the mist that Mariano had spewed into his eyes from his vision. Reaching down, Logan Whitby raises Scott Stevens arm in the air victoriously as Mike Powers announces the win.
POWERS: ”Here is your winner by pinfall…SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
JOHNSON: “My goodness what a big win this is for Scott Stevens heading into All or Nothing. After a tough loss last week he certainly couldn’t risk heading into a match with the champion on a losing streak.”
VASSA: “Thank god he won. I’m no fan of Scott Stevens but Mariano Fernandez is an absolute buffoon and a disgrace to this business. I’m glad he lost. That’s what you get for spitting shit in someone’s eyes.”
Our last shot before fading backstage is of Scott Stevens rolling himself out of the ring, continuing to rub at his eyes while heading up the entrance ramp leaving Mariano to recover in the ring.