Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 10, 2018 3:41:21 GMT
The action cuts back live inside The Best Arena as the show continues on…
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, Centuries” by Fall Out Boy begins to play. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas. Stevens stands proudly on the HOW stage with his world title fastens around his waist.
Bryan McVay: And making his way to the ring at this time, 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.
Benny Newell: It’s all his fault. Scottywood is the HOW World Champion and it’s all Scott Stevens’s fault. Couldn’t get the fucking job done last week. Jesus. Drink.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens didn’t get a lot of time to dwell on losing the title. We’ll see how he bounces back as the Texan is thrown right back into the mix against Scottywood’s long time rival Reggie Rivid tonight.
Benny Newell: Do you think Rivid’s pissed off that Stevens lost the belt to his rival? I would be.
The lights in the arena dim once again and this time the arena is filled with the sound of “Where Dragons Dwell” by Gojira.
Joe Hoffman: Well, we’re going to find out soon enough.
The crowd stands on their feet as Texan Reggie Rivid walks out on stage. Rivid slowly makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Bryan McVay: Introducing from Corpus Christi, Texas weighing tonight at 265lbs. Here is REGGIE RIVID!!!!!
Rivid makes his way up the steps onto the ring apron. He glares at Stevens before he steps through the ropes and enters the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Rivid means business tonight. He was not pleased with his performance last week against Max Kael.
Benny Newell: The Pillsbury Doughboy versus the Lonesome Loser. God, fucking kill me now.
Rivid makes his way to the center of the ring and paces back and forth impatiently as his music begins to die down.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens needs to keep his head in the game and because he needs a win tonight if he wants to stay in contention in the RMI.
Referee Matt Boettcher does the pre-match routine of checking both wrestlers. Then he signals for the bell.
*DING-DING*
Joe Hoffman: And we’re off-
Rivid shoots out of his corner fists flying. Stevens ducks the initial flurry and slides away.
Joe Hoffman: Boettcher immediately tells Rivid to watch the closed fist.
Rivid scowls as he follows Stevens circling him. Lock up in the corner. Stevens tries to push Rivid back ends up on his ass when Rivid shoves him back. Stevens back up and challenges Rivid to a test of strength. He holds his hand up and goads Rivid to get him to take him up on the test. Stevens even tries to get the crowd to urge Rivid on. And after a few seconds, Rivid tentatively raises his hand. Stevens immediately kicks him in the gut and goes for a Toxic Sting- Rivid steps back and pushes the Scorpion away.
Benny Newell: What the fuck was he thinking?
Joe Hoffman: Stevens wanted to end the match right there but Rivid escaped out the back door.
Rivid whips Stevens into the corner. He grabs the ropes and drives his shoulder into Stevens’s stomach. Rivid spins him around and slams Stevens’s head into the turnbuckle once…twice…three…four times. Stevens staggers out of the corner and right into a bionic elbow. Right hand by Rivid followed by a chest slap. Scoop slam by Rivid. Cover.
ONE
TW-
Stevens powers out and immediately rolls out of the ring to think it over.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens taking a moment to regroup.
Benny Newell: Smart move. He should probably stay out there until the referee counts to ten before he comes back in.
Joe Hoffman: If the question of the night was would he be able to bounce back after losing the belt last night, the answer is no at the moment.
Rivid follows to the outside. He whips Stevens hard into the steel barricade. Stevens’s back takes the brunt of the collision. Rivid then cannonballs into him- crushing Stevens against the steel and adding more damage to his back. In the ring, Boettcher starts to count.
ONE
Rivid continues to work over Stevens using right hand shots to the gut.
TWO
Backfist by Rivid who then hops back into the ring. Stevens props himself up on the barricade and tries to catch his breath.
THREE
FOUR
Stevens climbs back into the ring and Rivid jumps him. Right hands by Rivid. Stevens fires back rights of his own. Rivid tries for a half nelson slam. Stevens back kicks and low bridges Rivid. Rivid counters the Toxic Sting again and hits a running bulldog. Rivid makes the immediate cover.
ONE
TW-
Again, Stevens quickly kicks out and fights back with a knee into the gut. Rivid doubles over and Stevens pounces with multiple forearm shots to the back. Stevens sets Rivid for the spike piledriver but Rivid grabs the leg to block the move and takes a fireman’s carry. Then he slams Stevens to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Rivid clearly had that moved scouted out because Stevens tried the same thing last week against Scottywood.
Benny Newell: Stevens needs to get his head out of the fucking cloud.
Rivid lands a couple of clubbing shots to the head but Stevens suddenly rakes the eyes and rolls away.
Benny Newell: Okay that’s better.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens takes the low road there.
Benny Newell: Whatever it takes Hoffhole. Stevens can’t lose to the Stay-Puf Marshmallow Man.
While Rivid desperately tries to clear his vision, Stevens snapmares him to the mat followed by a rolling neck snap. Stevens drops the elbow and then methodically stomps the joints of Rivid’s knees. Pulling Rivid up, Stevens uses a Russian Legsweep Clinch to deliver knee shots to his head. Rivid sweeps out Stevens’s legs and sends him down. Elbow drop by Rivid. Second elbow drop by Rivid- no Stevens rolls out of the way. Stevens with the drop toehold puts Rivid back on the mat and then the Texan drops a leg across the throat. Stevens mounts Rivid and starts throwing lefts and rights.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens finally fighting back.
Benny Newell: About fucking time-
Rivid rakes Stevens in the eyes and then lays in the chops.
Joe Hoffman: But Rivid again stops his momentum.
Benny Newell: Jesus. Would someone wake Stevens up?
Moving behind his opponent, Rivid backdrops Stevens to the mat and lays in the boots…but Stevens catches his boot after two stomps and flips Rivid on his back. Now Stevens up. He drops an elbow on the leg and then pulls Rivid back up. Rivid headbutts Stevens and staggers him back.
Joe Hoffman: Every time Stevens starts building some steam, Rivid finds a way to turn the tables.
Two knees to the midsection causes Stevens’s knees to buckle but Rivid doesn’t let go. A short lariat takes the Scorpion to the mat. Rivid drives a fist drop to the midsection but Stevens jumps right up only to be decked again by a short clothesline.
Benny Newell: That’s it. Wake me up with this is over.
Rivid with an elbow drop and then he drops the leg across the throat. He rolls over Stevens and grabs his legs. Rivid bends Stevens leg, steps over him and turns him on his stomach.
Joe Hoffman: Texas Cloverleaf! Reggie Rivid has the Cloverleaf locked in!
Stevens howls in pain as Rivid cinches in the hold.
Joe Hoffman: This could be it!
Using every inch of strength he has in his arms, Stevens tries to drag himself to the ropes. Matt Boettcher asks him if he wants to tap out.
Scott Stevens: Fuck no!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is in trouble!
Stevens stretches his arm out…
Joe Hoffman: Can he make it?
Closer…the fingers are just about there.
Joe Hoffman: Can he do it?
Stevens’s fingers brush up against the ropes. Boettcher immediately calls for the break.
Joe Hoffman: He does it! Stevens gets to the ropes but how much damage to Rivid do?
Stevens uses the ropes to pull himself up. Rivid bulls his way right in. He whips Stevens into the ropes and catches him on the return, slamming him to the mat with a running sidewalk slam. Rivid methodically walks over and pulls Stevens back up.
Joe Hoffman: Rivid in control of the match. He may be going for his finisher.
Rivid takes a side headlock, elevates Stevens into the air, and snaps him right back down, driving his back and neck to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: IMPALER!
Rivid immediately hooks the legs and pulls them forward. Boettcher with the count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Joe Hoffman: RIVID DID IT!
*DING-DING-DING*
Benny Newell: Rivid won, didn’t he?
Bryan McVay: The winner of this match, REG-GIEEEEE RIVID!
Benny Newell: Fuck.
Boettcher raises Rivid’s hand in victory.
Joe Hoffman: Reggie Rivid picks up a very impressive victory here tonight on Friday Night Chaos over Scott Stevens.
Rivid climbs up on the turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air as we cut elsewhere.
The camera opens on one of the locker room doors inside the Best Arena, as the cameraman opens it to reveal a man kneeling on the floor with his back to the camera. The man’s long black hair and dark blue hoodie are recognisable as Ryan McKenna’s, and in front of him on the floor, the two ends of the LSD Championship are just visible. Hearing the door open, he slowly gets to his feet, picking up the championship on his way up and holding it in front of him as he turns to face the camera.
Ryan McKenna: You know, I’ve been in this situation before. Main event match on the horizon, championship on the line, thousands of people anxiously waiting for your grand entrance… And I know how it usually ends. Especially when I’m facing a certain few individuals. Davidson… Zion… Stevens… Black… And by now, the waiting is the worst part. It’s almost like a sense of déjà vu, I’ve seen this happen before, and I know how it ends. Once it’s started I can stay focused until it ends, but until then, I’m just… waiting.
The entire time he’s been talking so far, Ryan hasn’t looked at the camera once. His gaze has been fixed on the polished plate of the belt in his hands as it shows him his reflection, as though transfixed.
Ryan McKenna: Just look at this time last week. Ryan McKenna vs Darin Zion, a shot at gold glimmering on the horizon, and yet again, I found myself on the losing end. So now, for as long as I have this belt, all I’m going to hear in my left ear until I give the bastard what he wants is how he deserves a rematch with the gold on the line. But until that time, I get to worry about making sure I still have the belt. Which leaves me here, in a place I was in before just recently. Waiting for an LSD Title match with David Black. Except… This isn’t exactly the same, is it?
For the first time, Ryan looks up at the camera, his face framed by his hair as a few locks hang forwards. His eyes, normally baggy and sleep deprived, are for once clear as day, while his signature smirk slowly appears on his face.
Ryan McKenna: You see, I came to an epiphany once I got home to Louisiana last week. I realised that if I was to change my fortune, to beat the unbeatable foe and reach the unreachable highs, I had to change something deep within myself. I couldn’t go in with a head full of hot air, or a head full of worry. Both extremes are just as self-defeating as the other. No, I realised that I had to slow everything down, and let cooler heads prevail. I had to be more… Well, be more like David Black, but without so much dead weight. Which now that I think about it, might be a pun.
Ryan pauses for a moment, trying to figure something out, before shrugging it off and looking back at the camera again.
Ryan McKenna: But just as I have changed, so have the battle lines. Last time we fought, I was the challenger. This time, I’m walking in as the reigning and defending HOW LSD Champion. And this time, just like the last time, the champion is going to retain. Just like at ICONIC, I’m going to beat you, David. But I’m going to beat you in a whole new way. I’ve got tricks up my sleeve you’ve never seen before. But a word of warning. Just because I’ve got some new tricks… doesn’t make the old ones any less dangerous.
Ryan’s calm demeanour very suddenly changes, and he drops the championship to the floor. Stepping towards the camera, he hits the cameraman with some sort of strike to the gut, bending him over. A tussle is heard, before the ground very suddenly rushes towards the camera, and with a sharp impact, the feed cuts to static. After a few seconds, it cuts to another camera as the holder runs down to the corridor, going through an open door to show Ryan McKenna on his back on the floor. Next to him, evidently the recipient of a Scattershot, is the cameraman, with a smashed camera next to him. Pushing the cameraman away, Ryan grabs the championship behind him and gets to his feet, dusting himself off, calm as a cucumber. Looking up at the camera, his smirk reappears on his face, and he holds the belt loosely in his hand as he walks through the doorway.
Ryan McKenna: You know, I’ve always wondered why people don’t open with their most powerful move… Then again, I do have a new favourite…
Flicking his hoodie over his head and putting the LSD Championship on around his waist, Ryan walks down the corridor to the gorilla position, muttering to himself. After a few paces, the new cameraman focuses the frame on the unconscious one, and the show goes to commercial.
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, Centuries” by Fall Out Boy begins to play. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas. Stevens stands proudly on the HOW stage with his world title fastens around his waist.
Bryan McVay: And making his way to the ring at this time, 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.
Benny Newell: It’s all his fault. Scottywood is the HOW World Champion and it’s all Scott Stevens’s fault. Couldn’t get the fucking job done last week. Jesus. Drink.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens didn’t get a lot of time to dwell on losing the title. We’ll see how he bounces back as the Texan is thrown right back into the mix against Scottywood’s long time rival Reggie Rivid tonight.
Benny Newell: Do you think Rivid’s pissed off that Stevens lost the belt to his rival? I would be.
The lights in the arena dim once again and this time the arena is filled with the sound of “Where Dragons Dwell” by Gojira.
Joe Hoffman: Well, we’re going to find out soon enough.
The crowd stands on their feet as Texan Reggie Rivid walks out on stage. Rivid slowly makes his way down the ramp towards the ring.
Bryan McVay: Introducing from Corpus Christi, Texas weighing tonight at 265lbs. Here is REGGIE RIVID!!!!!
Rivid makes his way up the steps onto the ring apron. He glares at Stevens before he steps through the ropes and enters the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Rivid means business tonight. He was not pleased with his performance last week against Max Kael.
Benny Newell: The Pillsbury Doughboy versus the Lonesome Loser. God, fucking kill me now.
Rivid makes his way to the center of the ring and paces back and forth impatiently as his music begins to die down.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens needs to keep his head in the game and because he needs a win tonight if he wants to stay in contention in the RMI.
Referee Matt Boettcher does the pre-match routine of checking both wrestlers. Then he signals for the bell.
*DING-DING*
Joe Hoffman: And we’re off-
Rivid shoots out of his corner fists flying. Stevens ducks the initial flurry and slides away.
Joe Hoffman: Boettcher immediately tells Rivid to watch the closed fist.
Rivid scowls as he follows Stevens circling him. Lock up in the corner. Stevens tries to push Rivid back ends up on his ass when Rivid shoves him back. Stevens back up and challenges Rivid to a test of strength. He holds his hand up and goads Rivid to get him to take him up on the test. Stevens even tries to get the crowd to urge Rivid on. And after a few seconds, Rivid tentatively raises his hand. Stevens immediately kicks him in the gut and goes for a Toxic Sting- Rivid steps back and pushes the Scorpion away.
Benny Newell: What the fuck was he thinking?
Joe Hoffman: Stevens wanted to end the match right there but Rivid escaped out the back door.
Rivid whips Stevens into the corner. He grabs the ropes and drives his shoulder into Stevens’s stomach. Rivid spins him around and slams Stevens’s head into the turnbuckle once…twice…three…four times. Stevens staggers out of the corner and right into a bionic elbow. Right hand by Rivid followed by a chest slap. Scoop slam by Rivid. Cover.
ONE
TW-
Stevens powers out and immediately rolls out of the ring to think it over.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens taking a moment to regroup.
Benny Newell: Smart move. He should probably stay out there until the referee counts to ten before he comes back in.
Joe Hoffman: If the question of the night was would he be able to bounce back after losing the belt last night, the answer is no at the moment.
Rivid follows to the outside. He whips Stevens hard into the steel barricade. Stevens’s back takes the brunt of the collision. Rivid then cannonballs into him- crushing Stevens against the steel and adding more damage to his back. In the ring, Boettcher starts to count.
ONE
Rivid continues to work over Stevens using right hand shots to the gut.
TWO
Backfist by Rivid who then hops back into the ring. Stevens props himself up on the barricade and tries to catch his breath.
THREE
FOUR
Stevens climbs back into the ring and Rivid jumps him. Right hands by Rivid. Stevens fires back rights of his own. Rivid tries for a half nelson slam. Stevens back kicks and low bridges Rivid. Rivid counters the Toxic Sting again and hits a running bulldog. Rivid makes the immediate cover.
ONE
TW-
Again, Stevens quickly kicks out and fights back with a knee into the gut. Rivid doubles over and Stevens pounces with multiple forearm shots to the back. Stevens sets Rivid for the spike piledriver but Rivid grabs the leg to block the move and takes a fireman’s carry. Then he slams Stevens to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Rivid clearly had that moved scouted out because Stevens tried the same thing last week against Scottywood.
Benny Newell: Stevens needs to get his head out of the fucking cloud.
Rivid lands a couple of clubbing shots to the head but Stevens suddenly rakes the eyes and rolls away.
Benny Newell: Okay that’s better.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens takes the low road there.
Benny Newell: Whatever it takes Hoffhole. Stevens can’t lose to the Stay-Puf Marshmallow Man.
While Rivid desperately tries to clear his vision, Stevens snapmares him to the mat followed by a rolling neck snap. Stevens drops the elbow and then methodically stomps the joints of Rivid’s knees. Pulling Rivid up, Stevens uses a Russian Legsweep Clinch to deliver knee shots to his head. Rivid sweeps out Stevens’s legs and sends him down. Elbow drop by Rivid. Second elbow drop by Rivid- no Stevens rolls out of the way. Stevens with the drop toehold puts Rivid back on the mat and then the Texan drops a leg across the throat. Stevens mounts Rivid and starts throwing lefts and rights.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens finally fighting back.
Benny Newell: About fucking time-
Rivid rakes Stevens in the eyes and then lays in the chops.
Joe Hoffman: But Rivid again stops his momentum.
Benny Newell: Jesus. Would someone wake Stevens up?
Moving behind his opponent, Rivid backdrops Stevens to the mat and lays in the boots…but Stevens catches his boot after two stomps and flips Rivid on his back. Now Stevens up. He drops an elbow on the leg and then pulls Rivid back up. Rivid headbutts Stevens and staggers him back.
Joe Hoffman: Every time Stevens starts building some steam, Rivid finds a way to turn the tables.
Two knees to the midsection causes Stevens’s knees to buckle but Rivid doesn’t let go. A short lariat takes the Scorpion to the mat. Rivid drives a fist drop to the midsection but Stevens jumps right up only to be decked again by a short clothesline.
Benny Newell: That’s it. Wake me up with this is over.
Rivid with an elbow drop and then he drops the leg across the throat. He rolls over Stevens and grabs his legs. Rivid bends Stevens leg, steps over him and turns him on his stomach.
Joe Hoffman: Texas Cloverleaf! Reggie Rivid has the Cloverleaf locked in!
Stevens howls in pain as Rivid cinches in the hold.
Joe Hoffman: This could be it!
Using every inch of strength he has in his arms, Stevens tries to drag himself to the ropes. Matt Boettcher asks him if he wants to tap out.
Scott Stevens: Fuck no!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is in trouble!
Stevens stretches his arm out…
Joe Hoffman: Can he make it?
Closer…the fingers are just about there.
Joe Hoffman: Can he do it?
Stevens’s fingers brush up against the ropes. Boettcher immediately calls for the break.
Joe Hoffman: He does it! Stevens gets to the ropes but how much damage to Rivid do?
Stevens uses the ropes to pull himself up. Rivid bulls his way right in. He whips Stevens into the ropes and catches him on the return, slamming him to the mat with a running sidewalk slam. Rivid methodically walks over and pulls Stevens back up.
Joe Hoffman: Rivid in control of the match. He may be going for his finisher.
Rivid takes a side headlock, elevates Stevens into the air, and snaps him right back down, driving his back and neck to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: IMPALER!
Rivid immediately hooks the legs and pulls them forward. Boettcher with the count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Joe Hoffman: RIVID DID IT!
*DING-DING-DING*
Benny Newell: Rivid won, didn’t he?
Bryan McVay: The winner of this match, REG-GIEEEEE RIVID!
Benny Newell: Fuck.
Boettcher raises Rivid’s hand in victory.
Joe Hoffman: Reggie Rivid picks up a very impressive victory here tonight on Friday Night Chaos over Scott Stevens.
Rivid climbs up on the turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air as we cut elsewhere.
The camera opens on one of the locker room doors inside the Best Arena, as the cameraman opens it to reveal a man kneeling on the floor with his back to the camera. The man’s long black hair and dark blue hoodie are recognisable as Ryan McKenna’s, and in front of him on the floor, the two ends of the LSD Championship are just visible. Hearing the door open, he slowly gets to his feet, picking up the championship on his way up and holding it in front of him as he turns to face the camera.
Ryan McKenna: You know, I’ve been in this situation before. Main event match on the horizon, championship on the line, thousands of people anxiously waiting for your grand entrance… And I know how it usually ends. Especially when I’m facing a certain few individuals. Davidson… Zion… Stevens… Black… And by now, the waiting is the worst part. It’s almost like a sense of déjà vu, I’ve seen this happen before, and I know how it ends. Once it’s started I can stay focused until it ends, but until then, I’m just… waiting.
The entire time he’s been talking so far, Ryan hasn’t looked at the camera once. His gaze has been fixed on the polished plate of the belt in his hands as it shows him his reflection, as though transfixed.
Ryan McKenna: Just look at this time last week. Ryan McKenna vs Darin Zion, a shot at gold glimmering on the horizon, and yet again, I found myself on the losing end. So now, for as long as I have this belt, all I’m going to hear in my left ear until I give the bastard what he wants is how he deserves a rematch with the gold on the line. But until that time, I get to worry about making sure I still have the belt. Which leaves me here, in a place I was in before just recently. Waiting for an LSD Title match with David Black. Except… This isn’t exactly the same, is it?
For the first time, Ryan looks up at the camera, his face framed by his hair as a few locks hang forwards. His eyes, normally baggy and sleep deprived, are for once clear as day, while his signature smirk slowly appears on his face.
Ryan McKenna: You see, I came to an epiphany once I got home to Louisiana last week. I realised that if I was to change my fortune, to beat the unbeatable foe and reach the unreachable highs, I had to change something deep within myself. I couldn’t go in with a head full of hot air, or a head full of worry. Both extremes are just as self-defeating as the other. No, I realised that I had to slow everything down, and let cooler heads prevail. I had to be more… Well, be more like David Black, but without so much dead weight. Which now that I think about it, might be a pun.
Ryan pauses for a moment, trying to figure something out, before shrugging it off and looking back at the camera again.
Ryan McKenna: But just as I have changed, so have the battle lines. Last time we fought, I was the challenger. This time, I’m walking in as the reigning and defending HOW LSD Champion. And this time, just like the last time, the champion is going to retain. Just like at ICONIC, I’m going to beat you, David. But I’m going to beat you in a whole new way. I’ve got tricks up my sleeve you’ve never seen before. But a word of warning. Just because I’ve got some new tricks… doesn’t make the old ones any less dangerous.
Ryan’s calm demeanour very suddenly changes, and he drops the championship to the floor. Stepping towards the camera, he hits the cameraman with some sort of strike to the gut, bending him over. A tussle is heard, before the ground very suddenly rushes towards the camera, and with a sharp impact, the feed cuts to static. After a few seconds, it cuts to another camera as the holder runs down to the corridor, going through an open door to show Ryan McKenna on his back on the floor. Next to him, evidently the recipient of a Scattershot, is the cameraman, with a smashed camera next to him. Pushing the cameraman away, Ryan grabs the championship behind him and gets to his feet, dusting himself off, calm as a cucumber. Looking up at the camera, his smirk reappears on his face, and he holds the belt loosely in his hand as he walks through the doorway.
Ryan McKenna: You know, I’ve always wondered why people don’t open with their most powerful move… Then again, I do have a new favourite…
Flicking his hoodie over his head and putting the LSD Championship on around his waist, Ryan walks down the corridor to the gorilla position, muttering to himself. After a few paces, the new cameraman focuses the frame on the unconscious one, and the show goes to commercial.