Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 10, 2018 2:53:26 GMT
Joe Hoffman: And welcome back ladies and gentlemen as our next match contains some very explosive elements as we have David Black teaming with Scott Stevens to take on Cecilworth Farthington and Julliet Brooks.
Benny Newell: Fuck Black. Fuck Stevens. Drink.
Joe Hoffman: …Ok….As many may remember Farthington and David Black use to be tag champions, but Farthington got hurt during their reign and blames Black for losing their championships.
Benny Newell: Hoffman, we both know just like everyone that watches this fucking show each week that C-Money carried Team Black Dick to those championships and their was a reason why they lost because the fucking talent wasn’t there.
Joe Hoffman: You saying Black isn’t talented? The man’s a mulitple time world champion and a candidate for the Hall of Fame this year.
Benny Newell: Black can’t hold Farthington’s fucking jock.
Joe Hoffman: Not only does Black have an axe to grind with Farthington, but with the sneak attack last week, Stevens is looking for payback as well.
Benny Newell: Stevens is looking to get his March to Glory beat down early.
“Ruin” by I:Scintella hits and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of boos from the audience, she simply ignores the Chicago crowd as she continues to walk down the ramp.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, making her way to the ring from Albuquerque, New Mexico and weighing in at 108 pounds, and representing the Best Alliance….JULLLLLLLLLLLLIETTTTTTTTT! BROOOOOOOOOOKS!
She teases a clap from a hopeful fan at ringside, but instead she holds back with a smirk and brushes the side of her hair as the hatred for this woman only increases throughout the arena.
Joe Hoffman: Julliet Brooks has had a rough start in HOW. As of none she is winless in her current run in HOW.
Benny Newell: She’ll win tonight.
Joe Hoffman: What makes you so sure.?
Benny Newell: She’s Best Alliance, and she’s facing Stevens, and everyone beats Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: She didn’t last week….
Benny Newell: Fuck off!
Brooks climbs up the stairs, gets into the ring and soaks up the reaction. She then leans against the ropes and looks toward the entrance way, showing no imitation to her upcoming opponent.
As her music fades “When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back, Cecilworth Farthington slowly emerges from the back with a towel over his head as his manager, Dirk Dickwood, carries a bucket.
Joe Hoffman: Rumor has it Farthington is under the weather, but he said he would try and go here tonight despite being sick.
Benny Newell: And that is why he’s going to defeat Stevens here tonight and at March to Glory because even if he was on his death bed he could still whoop the Lonesome Loser’s ass.
Cecilworth stops at the end of the ramp and calls for the bucket, but after a few moments he hands the bucket back to Dickwood and tells his manager he’s fine. Dirk Dickwood nods before hopping on the apron and opens the ropes for Cecilworth. Farthington slowly walks up the steps, dabbing his sweet cherub cheeks with his Farthington Family towel as he pivots into the action zone.
Bryan McVay: And her partner, 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…..CECILWORTH! FAAAAAAAAAAAARTHINGTOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!
Benny Newell: Look at him Hoffman. Who else would wrestle when they are sick? No one!
Cecilworth leans his head against the top turnbuckle as Dickwood begins to give him instructions as “Zombies” by Lacuna Coil begins to play as out from the back comes a confident David Black, he looks down at his opponent in the ring and cracks his knuckles and neck from side to side before heading down the ramp.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents, coming out first at this time, hailing from Los Angeles, California… he weighs in tonight at 235 lbs… DAVID! BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
Black enters the ring, and begins to stretch out on the ropes as he awaits the start of the match, and his partner as 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. 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. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Bryan McVay: And his partner, making his way to the ring at this time, representing the Great State of Texas, from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 256lbs, 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 before turning around and staring down at his opponents, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Nigel Lette calls for the bell.
Ding. Ding.
Joe Hoffman: And hear we go.
Black tells Stevens he’s starting for his team and Stevens simply shrugs and exit’s the ring and grabs one of the tag ropes while Farthington motions for Julliet to start the match as he continues to lean against the ropes and says something to Dickwood.
Benny Newell: Let’s go Brooks!
Julliet Brooks checks on her partner but Dickwood assures her he’s ok as she slowly turns and meets David Black center ring.
Joe Hoffman: Collar and elbow tie up by the First Lady of the Best Alliance to start this match.
Brooks transitions to a side headlock, but it’s quickly stopped as the former world champion grabs her from behind and picks her off her feet, and drops her on the back of her head.
Joe Hoffman: David Black with a high angle back suplex.
As Julliet is sprawled out on the canvas hold the back of her head, Black quickly mounts her and begins to pound away with right hands.
Benny Newell: Where’s the fucking DQ Niglette?!?!?!?!?
Nigel Lette tells Black to open his fist, but Black continues to punch away on Julliet’s face and he has no choice but to begin his five count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Black stops punching and slowly rises to his feet before reaching down to pull Brooks to her feet by her raven-esque locks. Black throws a knee into the stomach of Brooks that visibly sends the air out of her body as she begins to grasp for oxygen, but the Hall of Fame nominee throws another knee into her stomach that causes her to collapse to all fours.
Joe Hoffman: Black is literally not letting Brooks breathe.
Benny Newell: He’s trying to fucking kill her Hoffman.
Black locks in a front facelock, and applies pressure as he pulls up and Brooks begins to flail wildly as she dangles in Black’s arms.
Joe Hoffman: Did she tap? I think I saw her tap.
Benny Newell: You need to get your fucking bifocals checked Hoffman because she’s too much of a woman to tap out.
As Nigel gets into position to check the submission, Black takes two steps forward before snap suplexing her behind him. Black continues his relentless assault of Julliet Brooks by picking her off of the canvas and quickly pulling her towards him so he can deliver a clothesline.
Joe Hoffman: OH MY! JULLIET BROOKS JUST GOT TURNED INSIDE OUT BY THAT CLOTHESLINE!
Black not satisfied with his work begins to stomp away on the head and neck area of Julliet Brooks.
Benny Newell: C-Money needs to get into this match.
Black picks up Brooks and whips her towards her partner, Cecilworth Farthington, and the two collide sending the former ICON champion to the ground. Dickwood checks on his client and as he raises the head of Farthington he is immediately covered in vomit.
Benny Newell: WHAT! THE! FUCK?!?!?!?!?
Farthington vomiting uncontrollably gains the attention of Nigel Lette as he exits the ring to check on Cecilworth, and doing so leaves Brooks all alone.
Joe Hoffman: BLACKOUT!
David Black hits his finisher on the dazed Brooks and seeing the referee distracting motions for Stevens to come into the ring.
Benny Newell: Get control Nig!
Stevens enters the ring as Black props her up and Stevens delivers a vicious super kick that causes Brooks to fold up like an accordion.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with the Remember the Alamo.
Stevens says something to Black and he nods as the Texan pulls Julliet up and places her between his legs.
Benny Newell: Now what?!?!?
Stevens lifts Julliet high into the air and runs before tossing her to the nearest corner causing her neck to whiplash backwards on impact. As Brooks staggers out of the corner, Black runs towards her and jumps up.
Joe Hoffman: Blackout!
Stevens seeing that Nigel is still distracted as he is helping Farthington to his feet as Dirk Dickwood helps him back up the ramp vomiting all the way yells for Black to pick Brooks up.
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING!
After Stevens delivers his finisher, Nigel Lette enters the ring and forces Stevens onto the apron before letting him come back in after Black tags him. Stevens looks up towards the office of Lee Best before delivering the finger to the boss as he reaches down and places her between his legs once again, and picks her up and holds her in position.
Joe Hoffman: PILEDRIVER!
Stevens spikes Brooks into the canvas and makes a cover as he rams his forearm into her face as Nigel begins to count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Nigel calls for the bell and Stevens pushes himself off of Brooks.
Bryan McVay: And here are your winners by pinfall…DAVID BLAAAAAAAAAACK! AND SCOTT! STEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEEENSSSS!
Joe Hoffman: Another tough break for Julliet Brooks and the Best Alliance as they were once again decimated.
Benny Newell: Fucking conspiracy Hoffman. The Best Alliance has never been this bad.
Black and Stevens celebrate there victory by stomping away on Julliet Brooks as we cut elsewhere.
Benny Newell: Fuck Black. Fuck Stevens. Drink.
Joe Hoffman: …Ok….As many may remember Farthington and David Black use to be tag champions, but Farthington got hurt during their reign and blames Black for losing their championships.
Benny Newell: Hoffman, we both know just like everyone that watches this fucking show each week that C-Money carried Team Black Dick to those championships and their was a reason why they lost because the fucking talent wasn’t there.
Joe Hoffman: You saying Black isn’t talented? The man’s a mulitple time world champion and a candidate for the Hall of Fame this year.
Benny Newell: Black can’t hold Farthington’s fucking jock.
Joe Hoffman: Not only does Black have an axe to grind with Farthington, but with the sneak attack last week, Stevens is looking for payback as well.
Benny Newell: Stevens is looking to get his March to Glory beat down early.
“Ruin” by I:Scintella hits and out walks Julliet Brooks onto the stage to a chorus of boos from the audience, she simply ignores the Chicago crowd as she continues to walk down the ramp.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, making her way to the ring from Albuquerque, New Mexico and weighing in at 108 pounds, and representing the Best Alliance….JULLLLLLLLLLLLIETTTTTTTTT! BROOOOOOOOOOKS!
She teases a clap from a hopeful fan at ringside, but instead she holds back with a smirk and brushes the side of her hair as the hatred for this woman only increases throughout the arena.
Joe Hoffman: Julliet Brooks has had a rough start in HOW. As of none she is winless in her current run in HOW.
Benny Newell: She’ll win tonight.
Joe Hoffman: What makes you so sure.?
Benny Newell: She’s Best Alliance, and she’s facing Stevens, and everyone beats Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: She didn’t last week….
Benny Newell: Fuck off!
Brooks climbs up the stairs, gets into the ring and soaks up the reaction. She then leans against the ropes and looks toward the entrance way, showing no imitation to her upcoming opponent.
As her music fades “When The Going Gets Tough” by Billy Ocean BOOMS over the speaker system as out from the back, Cecilworth Farthington slowly emerges from the back with a towel over his head as his manager, Dirk Dickwood, carries a bucket.
Joe Hoffman: Rumor has it Farthington is under the weather, but he said he would try and go here tonight despite being sick.
Benny Newell: And that is why he’s going to defeat Stevens here tonight and at March to Glory because even if he was on his death bed he could still whoop the Lonesome Loser’s ass.
Cecilworth stops at the end of the ramp and calls for the bucket, but after a few moments he hands the bucket back to Dickwood and tells his manager he’s fine. Dirk Dickwood nods before hopping on the apron and opens the ropes for Cecilworth. Farthington slowly walks up the steps, dabbing his sweet cherub cheeks with his Farthington Family towel as he pivots into the action zone.
Bryan McVay: And her partner, 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…..CECILWORTH! FAAAAAAAAAAAARTHINGTOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!
Benny Newell: Look at him Hoffman. Who else would wrestle when they are sick? No one!
Cecilworth leans his head against the top turnbuckle as Dickwood begins to give him instructions as “Zombies” by Lacuna Coil begins to play as out from the back comes a confident David Black, he looks down at his opponent in the ring and cracks his knuckles and neck from side to side before heading down the ramp.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents, coming out first at this time, hailing from Los Angeles, California… he weighs in tonight at 235 lbs… DAVID! BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
Black enters the ring, and begins to stretch out on the ropes as he awaits the start of the match, and his partner as 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. 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. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
Bryan McVay: And his partner, making his way to the ring at this time, representing the Great State of Texas, from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 256lbs, 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 before turning around and staring down at his opponents, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Nigel Lette calls for the bell.
Ding. Ding.
Joe Hoffman: And hear we go.
Black tells Stevens he’s starting for his team and Stevens simply shrugs and exit’s the ring and grabs one of the tag ropes while Farthington motions for Julliet to start the match as he continues to lean against the ropes and says something to Dickwood.
Benny Newell: Let’s go Brooks!
Julliet Brooks checks on her partner but Dickwood assures her he’s ok as she slowly turns and meets David Black center ring.
Joe Hoffman: Collar and elbow tie up by the First Lady of the Best Alliance to start this match.
Brooks transitions to a side headlock, but it’s quickly stopped as the former world champion grabs her from behind and picks her off her feet, and drops her on the back of her head.
Joe Hoffman: David Black with a high angle back suplex.
As Julliet is sprawled out on the canvas hold the back of her head, Black quickly mounts her and begins to pound away with right hands.
Benny Newell: Where’s the fucking DQ Niglette?!?!?!?!?
Nigel Lette tells Black to open his fist, but Black continues to punch away on Julliet’s face and he has no choice but to begin his five count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Black stops punching and slowly rises to his feet before reaching down to pull Brooks to her feet by her raven-esque locks. Black throws a knee into the stomach of Brooks that visibly sends the air out of her body as she begins to grasp for oxygen, but the Hall of Fame nominee throws another knee into her stomach that causes her to collapse to all fours.
Joe Hoffman: Black is literally not letting Brooks breathe.
Benny Newell: He’s trying to fucking kill her Hoffman.
Black locks in a front facelock, and applies pressure as he pulls up and Brooks begins to flail wildly as she dangles in Black’s arms.
Joe Hoffman: Did she tap? I think I saw her tap.
Benny Newell: You need to get your fucking bifocals checked Hoffman because she’s too much of a woman to tap out.
As Nigel gets into position to check the submission, Black takes two steps forward before snap suplexing her behind him. Black continues his relentless assault of Julliet Brooks by picking her off of the canvas and quickly pulling her towards him so he can deliver a clothesline.
Joe Hoffman: OH MY! JULLIET BROOKS JUST GOT TURNED INSIDE OUT BY THAT CLOTHESLINE!
Black not satisfied with his work begins to stomp away on the head and neck area of Julliet Brooks.
Benny Newell: C-Money needs to get into this match.
Black picks up Brooks and whips her towards her partner, Cecilworth Farthington, and the two collide sending the former ICON champion to the ground. Dickwood checks on his client and as he raises the head of Farthington he is immediately covered in vomit.
Benny Newell: WHAT! THE! FUCK?!?!?!?!?
Farthington vomiting uncontrollably gains the attention of Nigel Lette as he exits the ring to check on Cecilworth, and doing so leaves Brooks all alone.
Joe Hoffman: BLACKOUT!
David Black hits his finisher on the dazed Brooks and seeing the referee distracting motions for Stevens to come into the ring.
Benny Newell: Get control Nig!
Stevens enters the ring as Black props her up and Stevens delivers a vicious super kick that causes Brooks to fold up like an accordion.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with the Remember the Alamo.
Stevens says something to Black and he nods as the Texan pulls Julliet up and places her between his legs.
Benny Newell: Now what?!?!?
Stevens lifts Julliet high into the air and runs before tossing her to the nearest corner causing her neck to whiplash backwards on impact. As Brooks staggers out of the corner, Black runs towards her and jumps up.
Joe Hoffman: Blackout!
Stevens seeing that Nigel is still distracted as he is helping Farthington to his feet as Dirk Dickwood helps him back up the ramp vomiting all the way yells for Black to pick Brooks up.
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING!
After Stevens delivers his finisher, Nigel Lette enters the ring and forces Stevens onto the apron before letting him come back in after Black tags him. Stevens looks up towards the office of Lee Best before delivering the finger to the boss as he reaches down and places her between his legs once again, and picks her up and holds her in position.
Joe Hoffman: PILEDRIVER!
Stevens spikes Brooks into the canvas and makes a cover as he rams his forearm into her face as Nigel begins to count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Nigel calls for the bell and Stevens pushes himself off of Brooks.
Bryan McVay: And here are your winners by pinfall…DAVID BLAAAAAAAAAACK! AND SCOTT! STEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEEENSSSS!
Joe Hoffman: Another tough break for Julliet Brooks and the Best Alliance as they were once again decimated.
Benny Newell: Fucking conspiracy Hoffman. The Best Alliance has never been this bad.
Black and Stevens celebrate there victory by stomping away on Julliet Brooks as we cut elsewhere.