Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 10, 2018 2:46:53 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Well, Bobby Dean’s return to High Octane Wrestling got off to a slow start earlier tonight as Julliet Brooks got a little payback for what happened two weeks ago on Friday Night Chaos.
Benny Newell: Bobby’s just a little out of shape at the moment.
Joe Hoffman: Just a little?
Benny Newell: Let’s move on.
Joe Hoffman: We’ll see if the Best Alliance fares better in our next match. Unlike Bobby Dean, Cecilworth Farthington’s return to High Octane Wrestling started off on a high note when he won back the ICON title-
Benny Newell: For the last time, he never lost the fucking title to begin with!
Joe Hoffman: …from Shane Reynolds in his opening match in the Rob Michaels Invitational. But from there, he lost a non-title match to Iago…lost the ICON title to Austin Reeves-
Benny Newell: He was sick Hoffman. It wasn’t fair!
Joe Hoffman: …and after Ray McAvay won the ICON belt from Reeves, had a chance to regain the title, but McAvay prevailed in that match.
Benny Newell: HE WAS SICK!
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens was the world champion in January at the start of the RMI. He defeated Max Kael in his first title defense but then lost the belt to Scottywood on January 22nd.
Benny Newell: Fucking Scottywood. The Lonesome Loser strikes again.
Joe Hoffman: Then he was knocked off by Reggie Rivid one week later before bouncing back with a decisive victory over Julliet Brooks. Farthington and Stevens’s fortunes collided at HOW #363…actually it was a pair of brass knuckles on Cecilworth Farthington’s knuckles that collided with Scott Stevens and led to this.
The High Octane Vision fires up…
(HOW #363 – Friday Night Chaos)
Cecilworth grabs Stevens’ skull and forces him to look at Dirk Dickwood in the eye. A dazed Stevens tries to fight Cecilworth off but takes a bash to the back of his skull for his troubles.
Dirk Dickwood: Stevens… Stevens… Stevens… what are we going to do with you? Did you really think you were going to just get HANDED another title shot? Did you think the world was crying out for another Scott Stevens pity parade? YOU ONLY GET ONE GOLD WATCH. The fact somehow, some way, you dumb lucked your way into a second PHYSICALLY DISGUSTS ME.
Stevens struggles a bit more and spits in Dickwood’s face, Dickwood wipes it off while Cecilworth responds by smashing a firm elbow in to Stevens jaw.
Dirk Dickwood: I hear you fancy yourself as something of a Best Alliance destroyer. You want to rampage all over the joint, you want to be the big man, the hero, the John fucking McClane of High Octane. Well… you forgot one thing Scooter. You forgot THE GREAT and LONGEST REIGNING ICON Champion EVER in HOW history. You forgot the BEST of the Best Alliance. We thought tonight, we’d jog yer memory a little.
Dirk Dickwood: You want to get to the title again Scoot? You go through gods gift to genetics at March to Glory and let me assure you, your conquering days, they end there. They end for good. You had your nice little moment, you had a chance to ride off into the sunset but… well… we all make bad decisions sometimes. Now… now you have to deal with the consequences.
Joe Hoffman: Let’s throw it to Bryan McVay in the ring.
Bryan McVay: Our next match is one fall. Introducing first…..
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 a Texas flag flashes across the screen 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. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Bryan McVay is in the ring for the pre-match introductions.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, making his way to the ring at this time, representing the Great State of Texas, from Houston, Texas…HE IS…SCOTT! STTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEENSSSSSSS!
Walking down the aisle, Stevens fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd. Stevens glances up at Ray McAvay’s Les Miserables section of the Best Arena and sees the standing ovation he is being given.
The English football fans are here tonight holding up their Ray McAvay scarves and chanting “O-layyyy. Ole-ole-olayyy. O-layyyy. O-layyyy.” Dark and Stormy rock out their ‘Racks for Ray’ t-shirts. General DeBauchery, Al Cahall, Nic Koteen, and the rest of the usual suspects are also on hand tonight.
Stevens gives them a nod and jumps down to the mat and warms up.
Benny Newell: Those guys just need to fucking go away. They’re just as annoying as those scrubs on the Monmouth basketball team.
Joe Hoffman: Oh, you didn’t see? They’re up there too.
The camera pans up and spots four men dressed in blue Monmouth warmups in the Les Miserables section. Three of the Monmouth players sit on the ground while the fourth one stands and pretends to look through an imaginary telescope.
Joe Hoffman: Look, the Pirate Ship!
Benny Newell: Fucking stop already Joe!
“When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back, with a ten mile grin, bounds Cecilworth Farthington. Not long behind Farthington is the manager of the aristocratic, Dirk Dickwood. As Farthington stands atop the entranceway, The Manager of Champions, Dirk Dickwood presents his client to a crowd not exactly pleased to see his man.
While Farthington makes his way to the ring, the Les Miserables all sit down and the entire section all open up a newspaper and read it instead of paying attention to his entrance.
Benny Newell: Did I mention that they need to go away?
Cecilworth gives a regal wave and continues to smile all the way down the ramp, oblivious to the negative reaction and the concept of human emotion.
Dirk Dickwood hops on the apron and opens the ropes for Cecilworth. Farthington walks up the steps, dabbing his sweet cherub cheeks with his Farthington Family towel as he pivots into the action zone. Cecilworth climbs atop the middle rope, smiling and giving another regal wave towards the fans.
Cecilworth jumps off the ropes and turns his attention back towards Dirk Dickwood. Dirk and Cecilworth have a small conference in their corner, violently gesturing in a variety of directions.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent-
McVay gets cut off as Dirk Dickwood takes away the microphone to so can properly introduce his client.
Dirk Dickwood: If anyone is going to introduce my client it’s me!
Dickwood says sternly as he clears his throat.
Dirk Dickwood: Introducing first, hailing from Buckinghamshire, England, and standing at SIX FOOT THREE INCHES and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds…representing The Best Alliance…He is the LONGEST REIGNING ICON CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING!
Farthington takes off his robe.
Dirk Dickwood: he is …..CECILWORTH! FAAAAAAAAAAAARTHINGTOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!
The crowd boos as Cecilworth leans up against the turnbuckle, giving the crowd a big ole V for Victory, which is very Churchillian.
Bryan McVay: Matt Boettcher is the man in charge in the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Boettcher checks both wrestlers and here we go.
**DING-DING**
Stevens and Farthington meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Brief test of strength. Stevens shoves Farthington back into his corner.
Joe Hoffman: Farthington won’t be able to intimidate Stevens with strength.
Benny Newell: Yeah but Farthington intimidates Stevens because he’s a part of the Best Alliance Hoffman. Didn’t you hear? Stevens finally got it through his fucking thick head that he can’t beat Lee. He’s not the Best Alliance Conqueror anymore! He finally got the bottom line!
Farthington spins around and slaps his chest a few times before locking up with Stevens again. Farthington rakes Stevens’ good eye and the Scorpion takes a couple steps back. Farthington fires a backhand chop. Then another… and then another. After each one, the crowd yells “WOOO!”
Benny Newell: WOOOO!
Farthington slips behind Stevens and hits a backdrop. Pointing to his head, Farthington lays in a couple stomps to the midsection but Stevens catches his boot after the second stomp and flips Farthington on his back.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with the reversal.
Benny Newell: Blind squirrel theory, Hoffman. We’ve got this one in the bag.
Stevens drops an elbow on the leg and then pulls Farthington back up. He delivers two knees to the midsection that cause Farthington to buckle. He goes for the Venomous Injection (Springboard Roundhouse) off the ropes but Farthington ducks out of harm’s way.
Farthington sets and let’s fly a kick to the head. Stevens slips the attempt and tries his own superkick that also misses the mark.
Joe Hoffman: Both men look a little sloppy in the early going.
Benny Newell: What did you expect? Scott Stevens is…well…Scott Stevens. Farthington’s been SICK…ILL…UNDER THE FUCKING WEATHER! He just needs to get his ring legs back.
Farthington turned to Dickwood and pointed to his temple with his finger to let him know he was outwitting Stevens.
Benny Newell: How many times do I have to tell you that Dirk Dickwood is the greatest manager of all time. He’s always…ALWAYS…five moves ahead of everyone else.
Unfortunately, Farthington doesn’t see the Texan slide in from behind.
Benny Newell: WATCH OUT!
Stevens grabs him by the waist rolls him up. Boettcher down with the count.
ONE.
TWO- Farthington kicks out.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens caught the former ICON champion by surprise and almost snatched a win right there.
Benny Newell: Speaking of snatches, rumor has it I’ve got a couple of prime looking snatches waiting for me at the hotel later tonight.
Joe Hoffman: Why am I not surprised?
Benny Newell: Players gotta play, Joe.
Stevens hits a fist drop to the midsection. Farthington rolls over and tries to get back on his feet but he stumbles and Stevens takes advantage with a shoot kick that sends him through the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: Farthington through the ropes!
Benny Newell: Strategy. He’s taking a time out.
Dirk Dickwood brings his hands to his head. He can’t believe what’s happening here.
Benny Newell: See? Dirk Dickwood looks calm and he’ll get Farthington back on track.
Farthington shakes his head and stares at Dickwood. His manager simply tells him to ‘get on with it.’
Climbing up on the ring apron and then halfway through the ropes, Farthington yells at Boettcher to move Stevens back. Boettcher does and backs Stevens up to let Farthington get into the ring. Once in, Stevens advances forward again…again Farthington rakes his eyes.
Benny Newell: See? Farthington is just too smart for the Lonesome-
Farthington launches himself at Stevens. He goes for the lariat. Stevens ducks under but Farthington’s foot clips Stevens’s knee and sweeps out his legs from under him. Seizing the initiative, Farthington drops the elbow. He quickly scrambles back to his feet and to drop a second elbow but Stevens rolls clear. Working fast, Farthington goes to drop the leg across the throat but again Stevens evades the move.
Frustrated, Farthington kicks him in the groin, mounts Stevens, grabs his throat with both hands, and blatantly chokes him.
Joe Hoffman: Farthington’s resorting to breaking the rules.
Benny Newell: Submission hold Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: That’s a chokehold Benny.
Benny Newell: Not seeing it.
Referee Matt Boettcher immediately starts counting
…1
…2
…3
…4
…Finally, Farthington releases Stevens and leaves a boot to the midsection as a parting gift. He snarls something at Boettcher as Stevens pulls himself up.
Joe Hoffman: Watching both men struggle in this match, you wonder if both men lost a little of their edge after they were eliminated from the RMI.
Benny Newell: You wonder all you want to. I’m watching a dominant performance by one of the Best Alliance.
Methodically, Farthington walks over and pulls Stevens back up to his feet. He wraps his arms around Stevens’s torso but the Scorpion responds with a back kick to the groin.
Benny Newell: CHEAT! CHEAT!
Farthington backs up. Stevens takes his Regalness and drives him headfirst into the corner turnbuckle. Stevens then takes him back across the ring and slams his head into the opposite corner turnbuckle. Farthington staggers across the ring right into an European uppercut that spins him to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens going up top?
The Texan climbs up to the top turnbuckle and prepares to jump.
Joe Hoffman: Why isn’t he going for the pin?
Benny Newell: GET UP! MOVE!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens going for the big-…WATCH OUT!
Dickwood sneaks in and pushes Stevens off the top rope. He lands hard on the mat and rolls.
Benny Newell: YES! What did I tell you Hoffman? Dirk Dickwood is the greatest manager in HOW history!
Joe Hoffman: Farthington and Stevens both down on the mat.
Benny Newell: GET UP, CECILWORTH!
Dickwood pounds the ring apron, urging Farthington on.
Both men start to stir.
Joe Hoffman: That could have been the end. Dirk Dickwood kept his charge in this match. But who will get up first?
Benny Newell: COME ON!
Farthington gets to a seated position.
Stevens gets to a seated position.
Benny Newell: GET UP!
Farthington pushes himself up with his arms and gets back to a vertical position.
Joe Hoffman: Farthington’s up!
Benny Newell: YES!
Stevens grabs the ropes and pulls himself up.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is up.
Benny Newell: BOOOOOOOOOO!
But the Scorpion is still a little dazed from the fall.
Farthington sees this and backs into the corner. He’s got Stevens in his sights and a sinister, but slightly loopy, grin forms.
Joe Hoffman: What is he doing?
Benny Newell: He’s about to win the match Hoffman. DRINK!
Letting out the most primal of primal screams ever heard to mankind, Farthington charges across the ring.
Dickwood waves him forward as his charge picks up speed. Stevens turns and his eyes widen when he sees the oncoming freight train rushing his way.
Farthington extends his right arm out and prepares for impact.
Benny Newell: This is it!
Cecilworth Farthington: ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Dickwood jumps up and down urging Farthington on as he winds up and starts the follow through.
Benny Newell: YES! YES! YES!
Stevens ducks at the very last second.
Benny Newell: Y- NO!
As Farthington’s arm whizzes by above, Stevens shoves him from behind and sends him hurtling towards the corner…and Dickwood, who suddenly had the sinking feeling that he was about to die. His expression resembled the Stay-Puft marshmallow man as he reached the top of the building and the Ghostbusters crossed the stream.
Dirk Dickwood: Oh, buggar.
His face also now an anguished state of confusion and incredulation, Farthington lariats Dickwood with high impact that launches him off the edge of the ring apron and tumbling through the air.
Benny Newell: NOOOOOOOO!
Joe Hoffman: Nice hang time.
Benny Newell: SHUT UP!
Farthington’s jaw drops as Dickwood crash lands ten feet down range on the ring floor. Stevens grabs him by the waist and rolls him backwards. Boettcher slides right in to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
*DING-DING-DING*
Benny Newell: DAMMIT!
As Benny bangs his head on the top of the desk, Bryan McVay rolls into the ring to deliver the final verdict.
Bryan McVay: Your winner at twelve minutes, thirty-one seconds… SCOTT! STTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEENSSSSSSS!
McVay raises Stevens arms in the air.
Joe Hoffman: Both men might not have brought their best stuff to the ring tonight, but Scott Stevens managed to do just enough to take home the victory over Cecilworth Farthington. Let’s see if Stevens and Farthington can both use tonight as a starting point to get back into the mix for War Games.
Benny tips his head back and guzzles Jack Daniels straight out of the bottle. After he finishes off the rest of the bottle, he tips forward lands face first on the top of the table.
Joe Hoffman: And the Best Alliance is now 0 and 2 tonight at March to Glory.
Benny raises his head up from the table.
Benny Newell: Fuck you.
We cut away as it is definitely not going to be a good night for The Best Alliance.
Benny Newell: Bobby’s just a little out of shape at the moment.
Joe Hoffman: Just a little?
Benny Newell: Let’s move on.
Joe Hoffman: We’ll see if the Best Alliance fares better in our next match. Unlike Bobby Dean, Cecilworth Farthington’s return to High Octane Wrestling started off on a high note when he won back the ICON title-
Benny Newell: For the last time, he never lost the fucking title to begin with!
Joe Hoffman: …from Shane Reynolds in his opening match in the Rob Michaels Invitational. But from there, he lost a non-title match to Iago…lost the ICON title to Austin Reeves-
Benny Newell: He was sick Hoffman. It wasn’t fair!
Joe Hoffman: …and after Ray McAvay won the ICON belt from Reeves, had a chance to regain the title, but McAvay prevailed in that match.
Benny Newell: HE WAS SICK!
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens was the world champion in January at the start of the RMI. He defeated Max Kael in his first title defense but then lost the belt to Scottywood on January 22nd.
Benny Newell: Fucking Scottywood. The Lonesome Loser strikes again.
Joe Hoffman: Then he was knocked off by Reggie Rivid one week later before bouncing back with a decisive victory over Julliet Brooks. Farthington and Stevens’s fortunes collided at HOW #363…actually it was a pair of brass knuckles on Cecilworth Farthington’s knuckles that collided with Scott Stevens and led to this.
The High Octane Vision fires up…
(HOW #363 – Friday Night Chaos)
Cecilworth grabs Stevens’ skull and forces him to look at Dirk Dickwood in the eye. A dazed Stevens tries to fight Cecilworth off but takes a bash to the back of his skull for his troubles.
Dirk Dickwood: Stevens… Stevens… Stevens… what are we going to do with you? Did you really think you were going to just get HANDED another title shot? Did you think the world was crying out for another Scott Stevens pity parade? YOU ONLY GET ONE GOLD WATCH. The fact somehow, some way, you dumb lucked your way into a second PHYSICALLY DISGUSTS ME.
Stevens struggles a bit more and spits in Dickwood’s face, Dickwood wipes it off while Cecilworth responds by smashing a firm elbow in to Stevens jaw.
Dirk Dickwood: I hear you fancy yourself as something of a Best Alliance destroyer. You want to rampage all over the joint, you want to be the big man, the hero, the John fucking McClane of High Octane. Well… you forgot one thing Scooter. You forgot THE GREAT and LONGEST REIGNING ICON Champion EVER in HOW history. You forgot the BEST of the Best Alliance. We thought tonight, we’d jog yer memory a little.
Dirk Dickwood: You want to get to the title again Scoot? You go through gods gift to genetics at March to Glory and let me assure you, your conquering days, they end there. They end for good. You had your nice little moment, you had a chance to ride off into the sunset but… well… we all make bad decisions sometimes. Now… now you have to deal with the consequences.
Joe Hoffman: Let’s throw it to Bryan McVay in the ring.
Bryan McVay: Our next match is one fall. Introducing first…..
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 a Texas flag flashes across the screen 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. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Bryan McVay is in the ring for the pre-match introductions.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, making his way to the ring at this time, representing the Great State of Texas, from Houston, Texas…HE IS…SCOTT! STTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEENSSSSSSS!
Walking down the aisle, Stevens fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd. Stevens glances up at Ray McAvay’s Les Miserables section of the Best Arena and sees the standing ovation he is being given.
The English football fans are here tonight holding up their Ray McAvay scarves and chanting “O-layyyy. Ole-ole-olayyy. O-layyyy. O-layyyy.” Dark and Stormy rock out their ‘Racks for Ray’ t-shirts. General DeBauchery, Al Cahall, Nic Koteen, and the rest of the usual suspects are also on hand tonight.
Stevens gives them a nod and jumps down to the mat and warms up.
Benny Newell: Those guys just need to fucking go away. They’re just as annoying as those scrubs on the Monmouth basketball team.
Joe Hoffman: Oh, you didn’t see? They’re up there too.
The camera pans up and spots four men dressed in blue Monmouth warmups in the Les Miserables section. Three of the Monmouth players sit on the ground while the fourth one stands and pretends to look through an imaginary telescope.
Joe Hoffman: Look, the Pirate Ship!
Benny Newell: Fucking stop already Joe!
“When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back, with a ten mile grin, bounds Cecilworth Farthington. Not long behind Farthington is the manager of the aristocratic, Dirk Dickwood. As Farthington stands atop the entranceway, The Manager of Champions, Dirk Dickwood presents his client to a crowd not exactly pleased to see his man.
While Farthington makes his way to the ring, the Les Miserables all sit down and the entire section all open up a newspaper and read it instead of paying attention to his entrance.
Benny Newell: Did I mention that they need to go away?
Cecilworth gives a regal wave and continues to smile all the way down the ramp, oblivious to the negative reaction and the concept of human emotion.
Dirk Dickwood hops on the apron and opens the ropes for Cecilworth. Farthington walks up the steps, dabbing his sweet cherub cheeks with his Farthington Family towel as he pivots into the action zone. Cecilworth climbs atop the middle rope, smiling and giving another regal wave towards the fans.
Cecilworth jumps off the ropes and turns his attention back towards Dirk Dickwood. Dirk and Cecilworth have a small conference in their corner, violently gesturing in a variety of directions.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent-
McVay gets cut off as Dirk Dickwood takes away the microphone to so can properly introduce his client.
Dirk Dickwood: If anyone is going to introduce my client it’s me!
Dickwood says sternly as he clears his throat.
Dirk Dickwood: Introducing first, hailing from Buckinghamshire, England, and standing at SIX FOOT THREE INCHES and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds…representing The Best Alliance…He is the LONGEST REIGNING ICON CHAMPION IN THE HISTORY OF HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING!
Farthington takes off his robe.
Dirk Dickwood: he is …..CECILWORTH! FAAAAAAAAAAAARTHINGTOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!
The crowd boos as Cecilworth leans up against the turnbuckle, giving the crowd a big ole V for Victory, which is very Churchillian.
Bryan McVay: Matt Boettcher is the man in charge in the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Boettcher checks both wrestlers and here we go.
**DING-DING**
Stevens and Farthington meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Brief test of strength. Stevens shoves Farthington back into his corner.
Joe Hoffman: Farthington won’t be able to intimidate Stevens with strength.
Benny Newell: Yeah but Farthington intimidates Stevens because he’s a part of the Best Alliance Hoffman. Didn’t you hear? Stevens finally got it through his fucking thick head that he can’t beat Lee. He’s not the Best Alliance Conqueror anymore! He finally got the bottom line!
Farthington spins around and slaps his chest a few times before locking up with Stevens again. Farthington rakes Stevens’ good eye and the Scorpion takes a couple steps back. Farthington fires a backhand chop. Then another… and then another. After each one, the crowd yells “WOOO!”
Benny Newell: WOOOO!
Farthington slips behind Stevens and hits a backdrop. Pointing to his head, Farthington lays in a couple stomps to the midsection but Stevens catches his boot after the second stomp and flips Farthington on his back.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with the reversal.
Benny Newell: Blind squirrel theory, Hoffman. We’ve got this one in the bag.
Stevens drops an elbow on the leg and then pulls Farthington back up. He delivers two knees to the midsection that cause Farthington to buckle. He goes for the Venomous Injection (Springboard Roundhouse) off the ropes but Farthington ducks out of harm’s way.
Farthington sets and let’s fly a kick to the head. Stevens slips the attempt and tries his own superkick that also misses the mark.
Joe Hoffman: Both men look a little sloppy in the early going.
Benny Newell: What did you expect? Scott Stevens is…well…Scott Stevens. Farthington’s been SICK…ILL…UNDER THE FUCKING WEATHER! He just needs to get his ring legs back.
Farthington turned to Dickwood and pointed to his temple with his finger to let him know he was outwitting Stevens.
Benny Newell: How many times do I have to tell you that Dirk Dickwood is the greatest manager of all time. He’s always…ALWAYS…five moves ahead of everyone else.
Unfortunately, Farthington doesn’t see the Texan slide in from behind.
Benny Newell: WATCH OUT!
Stevens grabs him by the waist rolls him up. Boettcher down with the count.
ONE.
TWO- Farthington kicks out.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens caught the former ICON champion by surprise and almost snatched a win right there.
Benny Newell: Speaking of snatches, rumor has it I’ve got a couple of prime looking snatches waiting for me at the hotel later tonight.
Joe Hoffman: Why am I not surprised?
Benny Newell: Players gotta play, Joe.
Stevens hits a fist drop to the midsection. Farthington rolls over and tries to get back on his feet but he stumbles and Stevens takes advantage with a shoot kick that sends him through the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: Farthington through the ropes!
Benny Newell: Strategy. He’s taking a time out.
Dirk Dickwood brings his hands to his head. He can’t believe what’s happening here.
Benny Newell: See? Dirk Dickwood looks calm and he’ll get Farthington back on track.
Farthington shakes his head and stares at Dickwood. His manager simply tells him to ‘get on with it.’
Climbing up on the ring apron and then halfway through the ropes, Farthington yells at Boettcher to move Stevens back. Boettcher does and backs Stevens up to let Farthington get into the ring. Once in, Stevens advances forward again…again Farthington rakes his eyes.
Benny Newell: See? Farthington is just too smart for the Lonesome-
Farthington launches himself at Stevens. He goes for the lariat. Stevens ducks under but Farthington’s foot clips Stevens’s knee and sweeps out his legs from under him. Seizing the initiative, Farthington drops the elbow. He quickly scrambles back to his feet and to drop a second elbow but Stevens rolls clear. Working fast, Farthington goes to drop the leg across the throat but again Stevens evades the move.
Frustrated, Farthington kicks him in the groin, mounts Stevens, grabs his throat with both hands, and blatantly chokes him.
Joe Hoffman: Farthington’s resorting to breaking the rules.
Benny Newell: Submission hold Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: That’s a chokehold Benny.
Benny Newell: Not seeing it.
Referee Matt Boettcher immediately starts counting
…1
…2
…3
…4
…Finally, Farthington releases Stevens and leaves a boot to the midsection as a parting gift. He snarls something at Boettcher as Stevens pulls himself up.
Joe Hoffman: Watching both men struggle in this match, you wonder if both men lost a little of their edge after they were eliminated from the RMI.
Benny Newell: You wonder all you want to. I’m watching a dominant performance by one of the Best Alliance.
Methodically, Farthington walks over and pulls Stevens back up to his feet. He wraps his arms around Stevens’s torso but the Scorpion responds with a back kick to the groin.
Benny Newell: CHEAT! CHEAT!
Farthington backs up. Stevens takes his Regalness and drives him headfirst into the corner turnbuckle. Stevens then takes him back across the ring and slams his head into the opposite corner turnbuckle. Farthington staggers across the ring right into an European uppercut that spins him to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens going up top?
The Texan climbs up to the top turnbuckle and prepares to jump.
Joe Hoffman: Why isn’t he going for the pin?
Benny Newell: GET UP! MOVE!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens going for the big-…WATCH OUT!
Dickwood sneaks in and pushes Stevens off the top rope. He lands hard on the mat and rolls.
Benny Newell: YES! What did I tell you Hoffman? Dirk Dickwood is the greatest manager in HOW history!
Joe Hoffman: Farthington and Stevens both down on the mat.
Benny Newell: GET UP, CECILWORTH!
Dickwood pounds the ring apron, urging Farthington on.
Both men start to stir.
Joe Hoffman: That could have been the end. Dirk Dickwood kept his charge in this match. But who will get up first?
Benny Newell: COME ON!
Farthington gets to a seated position.
Stevens gets to a seated position.
Benny Newell: GET UP!
Farthington pushes himself up with his arms and gets back to a vertical position.
Joe Hoffman: Farthington’s up!
Benny Newell: YES!
Stevens grabs the ropes and pulls himself up.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is up.
Benny Newell: BOOOOOOOOOO!
But the Scorpion is still a little dazed from the fall.
Farthington sees this and backs into the corner. He’s got Stevens in his sights and a sinister, but slightly loopy, grin forms.
Joe Hoffman: What is he doing?
Benny Newell: He’s about to win the match Hoffman. DRINK!
Letting out the most primal of primal screams ever heard to mankind, Farthington charges across the ring.
Dickwood waves him forward as his charge picks up speed. Stevens turns and his eyes widen when he sees the oncoming freight train rushing his way.
Farthington extends his right arm out and prepares for impact.
Benny Newell: This is it!
Cecilworth Farthington: ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Dickwood jumps up and down urging Farthington on as he winds up and starts the follow through.
Benny Newell: YES! YES! YES!
Stevens ducks at the very last second.
Benny Newell: Y- NO!
As Farthington’s arm whizzes by above, Stevens shoves him from behind and sends him hurtling towards the corner…and Dickwood, who suddenly had the sinking feeling that he was about to die. His expression resembled the Stay-Puft marshmallow man as he reached the top of the building and the Ghostbusters crossed the stream.
Dirk Dickwood: Oh, buggar.
His face also now an anguished state of confusion and incredulation, Farthington lariats Dickwood with high impact that launches him off the edge of the ring apron and tumbling through the air.
Benny Newell: NOOOOOOOO!
Joe Hoffman: Nice hang time.
Benny Newell: SHUT UP!
Farthington’s jaw drops as Dickwood crash lands ten feet down range on the ring floor. Stevens grabs him by the waist and rolls him backwards. Boettcher slides right in to make the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
*DING-DING-DING*
Benny Newell: DAMMIT!
As Benny bangs his head on the top of the desk, Bryan McVay rolls into the ring to deliver the final verdict.
Bryan McVay: Your winner at twelve minutes, thirty-one seconds… SCOTT! STTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEENSSSSSSS!
McVay raises Stevens arms in the air.
Joe Hoffman: Both men might not have brought their best stuff to the ring tonight, but Scott Stevens managed to do just enough to take home the victory over Cecilworth Farthington. Let’s see if Stevens and Farthington can both use tonight as a starting point to get back into the mix for War Games.
Benny tips his head back and guzzles Jack Daniels straight out of the bottle. After he finishes off the rest of the bottle, he tips forward lands face first on the top of the table.
Joe Hoffman: And the Best Alliance is now 0 and 2 tonight at March to Glory.
Benny raises his head up from the table.
Benny Newell: Fuck you.
We cut away as it is definitely not going to be a good night for The Best Alliance.