Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 10, 2018 3:47:16 GMT
Joe Hoffman: And welcome back ladies and gentlemen to the next match in the Rob Michaels Invitational tournament as Max Kael takes on the world champion, Scott Stevens.
Benny Newell: I think I’m going to be sick Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Still hung-over from the weekend?
Benny Newell: Fuck no! Hearing Stevens name associated with the world title will make anyone want to puke.
Joe Hoffman: Ok, and speaking of Stevens, he was viciously assaulted throughout the night at ICONIC by the Best Alliance, and he pulled out a Christmas Miracle when he was able to make Mike Best submit to his submission.
Benny Newell: Hold the fuck on there Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Yes?
Benny Newell: Let’s make one thing perfectly clear.
Joe Hoffman: Ok.
Benny Newell: Scott Stevens did not make Mike Best tap out! After he got done sucking Mike’s dick, Mike passed out from blowing his load in Stevens’ face and that faggot locked in that submission hold and the ref awarded the match to him because Mike was fucking asleep!
Joe Hoffman: What ever you say Benny.
“I Wanna Be Safe” by Derrick Wilson begins to play over the PA system, and the safety inspector of High Octane Wrestling slowly makes his way out from the back.
Joe Hoffman: Last time we saw Max Kael he was brutally assaulted by a man dressed up as a member of the Elite Protection Unit.
Benny Newell: As it turned out the person in black happened to be Shane Reynolds.
Joe Hoffman: According to Lee it was.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, making his way to the ring from Arkham, Massachusetts and weighing in at 245 lbs, He is representing the Best Alliance, He is…..MAX! IMILLIAN! KAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!
Max heads straight out to the ring, ignoring the fans, and pretty much everything else going on around him as he stays focused on the task at hand. Max slides into the ring and begins to use the ropes to stretch out as he awaits his opponent.
Joe Hoffman: And now we await the entrance of the world champion.
Benny Newell: I think I just threw up in my mouth.
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…..WORLD. HEAVYWEIGHT. CHAMPION as “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 his opponent, 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 THE REIGNING! UNDISPUTED! WORLD CHAMPION OF HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING! 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 and unfastens his championship from around his waist and raises it high into the air, before turning around and staring down at his opponent, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens still feeling the effects of what transpired at ICONIC with his head and right eye heavily bandaged.
Benny Newell: Honestly he’s never looked better.
As Matt Boettcher goes over the rules with Max, Stevens doesn’t waste any time as he runs over and blasts Kael with his world title.
Benny Newell: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!?!?!? DQ HIM BITCHER!!!!
Stevens tosses the world title to the outside and grabs a dazed Max and delivers an overhead belly-to-belly suplex into his corner. Boettcher signals for the bell as Stevens begins to stomp away on Max in the corner.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens taking out his aggression out on Max here tonight.
Stevens picks Max up and delivers another belly-to-belly into the corner before continuing to stomp away on Max again.
Benny Newell: Do something Bitcher!
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Fi…..
Stevens stops his attack to mouth the words “fuck you” to the official.
Joe Hoffman: That’s nice.
Benny Newell: DQ! DQ! You can’t talk to a person of authority that way.
Stevens picks up Max, and places him between his legs and points to the opposite corner. Stevens lifts Max into the air and starts running towards the corner before tossing Max towards it.
Joe Hoffman: DEAR GOD! DID YOU SEE MAX’S HEAD WHIPLASH AGAINST THE TOP TURNBUCKLE?!?!?!?!?
Benny Newell: He’s trying to kill him Hoffman!!!
Stevens waits as Max stumbles out of the corner and makes his way over to him. Stevens doubles over the son of Best with a kick to the stomach, and he places him between his legs.
Joe Hoffman: Another power bomb perhaps?
Stevens signals that playtime is over as his gives the thumbs down signal to the crowd and lifts him up and holds him to allow the blood to rush to his head. After about ten seconds Stevens spikes Max into the canvas with a sickening piledriver.
Benny Newell: That move should be banned! He was trying to break his neck.
Stevens doesn’t go for the pin.
Joe Hoffman: What’s he doing?
Benny Newell: Having a stroke I hope.
The Texan makes his way over to Max’s legs and criss crosses them as he turns him onto his belly.
Joe Hoffman: The Arachnophobia! This is how he made Mike tap out at ICONIC!!!!
Benny Newell: He didn’t make Mike tap!!!
Boettcher quickly checks on Max and signals for the bell as Max is unconscious.
Bryan McVay: And your winner by submission, THE REIGNING! UNDISPUTED! WORLD CHAMPION OF HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING!….SCOTT! STTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEENSSSSSSS!
Stevens immediately legs go of the hold and Boettcher raises his hand high in victory.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens just sent a statement to the rest of the people in the tournament but more importantly to the members of the Best Alliance.
Stevens makes his way over the corner and begins yelling at Bryan McVay.
Joe Hoffman: What now?
Apparently Stevens not liking that McAvay isn’t doing something so he slides out of the ring and he grabs the microphone from his hands before pushing him to the ground.
Benny Newell: Where the fuck is the EPU?!?!?!?
Stevens taps the microphone to make sure it’s on.
Scott Stevens: When I say give me the mic you give me the fucking mic!
Stevens yells as he makes his way back into the ring.
Scott Stevens: Do you see that???
Stevens points to Max Kael laying unconscious in the center of the ring.
Scott Stevens: I want each and everyone of you to take a good look at what is going to continue to happen with everyone that steps into the ring with me.
Stevens says as he looks up towards the heavens of the Best Arena.
Scott Stevens: I know you’re up there watching and listening Lee, and what happens going forward is on you. You thought it was hilarious to take my eye…..
Stevens points to his heavily bandaged right eye.
Scott Stevens: So I’m going to start taking out the ones you care about, your Best Alliance!
Stevens says as there is mixed reaction from the Chicago crowd.
Scott Stevens: I went easy on Max because I actually like and respect Max, but those other pieces of shit that follow you around like a lost puppy will pay for what you did to me!
The crowd is mixed again but the cheers outweigh the boos.
Scott Stevens: They will be beaten, and bloody whenever I get done with them, and after I went this fucking tournament and go on to main event March to Glory, you’ll have no one to protect you as I do to you what you did to me at ICONIC with your own fucking pen you left sticking out of my eye!
The crowd cheers Stevens threat to the God of HOW.
Scott Stevens: So watch your back almighty creator because I actually might not have the patience to wait that long.
Stevens says as he drops the mic and flips the bird to the press boxes before taking his world title from Boettcher and exiting the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Wow, a stern promise from Scott Stevens here tonight.
Benny Newell: The EPU better be making their way to Lee Best right now!
As Stevens heads up the ramp we cut backstage.
Julliet Brooks is seen wandering the halls of The Best Arena wearing a black hoodie and has a bottle of water in one hand. A look of satisfaction was seen on her face seeing as how she was able to defeat Reggie Rivid earlier on in the card. Halfway to her locker room, she stops and turns her head noticing a framed picture that was hung on the wall. It appeared to be former HOW superstar Krista Lewis. A new look of deep disgust forms as she glances back and forth at it until her frustration took over and she ripped the frame off and threw it forward, shattering it completely then walked over the broken pieces with a huge smirk. Her hoodie now placed over her head as she continued to walk.
Benny Newell: I think I’m going to be sick Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Still hung-over from the weekend?
Benny Newell: Fuck no! Hearing Stevens name associated with the world title will make anyone want to puke.
Joe Hoffman: Ok, and speaking of Stevens, he was viciously assaulted throughout the night at ICONIC by the Best Alliance, and he pulled out a Christmas Miracle when he was able to make Mike Best submit to his submission.
Benny Newell: Hold the fuck on there Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Yes?
Benny Newell: Let’s make one thing perfectly clear.
Joe Hoffman: Ok.
Benny Newell: Scott Stevens did not make Mike Best tap out! After he got done sucking Mike’s dick, Mike passed out from blowing his load in Stevens’ face and that faggot locked in that submission hold and the ref awarded the match to him because Mike was fucking asleep!
Joe Hoffman: What ever you say Benny.
“I Wanna Be Safe” by Derrick Wilson begins to play over the PA system, and the safety inspector of High Octane Wrestling slowly makes his way out from the back.
Joe Hoffman: Last time we saw Max Kael he was brutally assaulted by a man dressed up as a member of the Elite Protection Unit.
Benny Newell: As it turned out the person in black happened to be Shane Reynolds.
Joe Hoffman: According to Lee it was.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, making his way to the ring from Arkham, Massachusetts and weighing in at 245 lbs, He is representing the Best Alliance, He is…..MAX! IMILLIAN! KAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!
Max heads straight out to the ring, ignoring the fans, and pretty much everything else going on around him as he stays focused on the task at hand. Max slides into the ring and begins to use the ropes to stretch out as he awaits his opponent.
Joe Hoffman: And now we await the entrance of the world champion.
Benny Newell: I think I just threw up in my mouth.
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…..WORLD. HEAVYWEIGHT. CHAMPION as “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 his opponent, 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 THE REIGNING! UNDISPUTED! WORLD CHAMPION OF HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING! 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 and unfastens his championship from around his waist and raises it high into the air, before turning around and staring down at his opponent, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens still feeling the effects of what transpired at ICONIC with his head and right eye heavily bandaged.
Benny Newell: Honestly he’s never looked better.
As Matt Boettcher goes over the rules with Max, Stevens doesn’t waste any time as he runs over and blasts Kael with his world title.
Benny Newell: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!?!?!? DQ HIM BITCHER!!!!
Stevens tosses the world title to the outside and grabs a dazed Max and delivers an overhead belly-to-belly suplex into his corner. Boettcher signals for the bell as Stevens begins to stomp away on Max in the corner.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens taking out his aggression out on Max here tonight.
Stevens picks Max up and delivers another belly-to-belly into the corner before continuing to stomp away on Max again.
Benny Newell: Do something Bitcher!
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Fi…..
Stevens stops his attack to mouth the words “fuck you” to the official.
Joe Hoffman: That’s nice.
Benny Newell: DQ! DQ! You can’t talk to a person of authority that way.
Stevens picks up Max, and places him between his legs and points to the opposite corner. Stevens lifts Max into the air and starts running towards the corner before tossing Max towards it.
Joe Hoffman: DEAR GOD! DID YOU SEE MAX’S HEAD WHIPLASH AGAINST THE TOP TURNBUCKLE?!?!?!?!?
Benny Newell: He’s trying to kill him Hoffman!!!
Stevens waits as Max stumbles out of the corner and makes his way over to him. Stevens doubles over the son of Best with a kick to the stomach, and he places him between his legs.
Joe Hoffman: Another power bomb perhaps?
Stevens signals that playtime is over as his gives the thumbs down signal to the crowd and lifts him up and holds him to allow the blood to rush to his head. After about ten seconds Stevens spikes Max into the canvas with a sickening piledriver.
Benny Newell: That move should be banned! He was trying to break his neck.
Stevens doesn’t go for the pin.
Joe Hoffman: What’s he doing?
Benny Newell: Having a stroke I hope.
The Texan makes his way over to Max’s legs and criss crosses them as he turns him onto his belly.
Joe Hoffman: The Arachnophobia! This is how he made Mike tap out at ICONIC!!!!
Benny Newell: He didn’t make Mike tap!!!
Boettcher quickly checks on Max and signals for the bell as Max is unconscious.
Bryan McVay: And your winner by submission, THE REIGNING! UNDISPUTED! WORLD CHAMPION OF HIGH OCTANE WRESTLING!….SCOTT! STTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEENSSSSSSS!
Stevens immediately legs go of the hold and Boettcher raises his hand high in victory.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens just sent a statement to the rest of the people in the tournament but more importantly to the members of the Best Alliance.
Stevens makes his way over the corner and begins yelling at Bryan McVay.
Joe Hoffman: What now?
Apparently Stevens not liking that McAvay isn’t doing something so he slides out of the ring and he grabs the microphone from his hands before pushing him to the ground.
Benny Newell: Where the fuck is the EPU?!?!?!?
Stevens taps the microphone to make sure it’s on.
Scott Stevens: When I say give me the mic you give me the fucking mic!
Stevens yells as he makes his way back into the ring.
Scott Stevens: Do you see that???
Stevens points to Max Kael laying unconscious in the center of the ring.
Scott Stevens: I want each and everyone of you to take a good look at what is going to continue to happen with everyone that steps into the ring with me.
Stevens says as he looks up towards the heavens of the Best Arena.
Scott Stevens: I know you’re up there watching and listening Lee, and what happens going forward is on you. You thought it was hilarious to take my eye…..
Stevens points to his heavily bandaged right eye.
Scott Stevens: So I’m going to start taking out the ones you care about, your Best Alliance!
Stevens says as there is mixed reaction from the Chicago crowd.
Scott Stevens: I went easy on Max because I actually like and respect Max, but those other pieces of shit that follow you around like a lost puppy will pay for what you did to me!
The crowd is mixed again but the cheers outweigh the boos.
Scott Stevens: They will be beaten, and bloody whenever I get done with them, and after I went this fucking tournament and go on to main event March to Glory, you’ll have no one to protect you as I do to you what you did to me at ICONIC with your own fucking pen you left sticking out of my eye!
The crowd cheers Stevens threat to the God of HOW.
Scott Stevens: So watch your back almighty creator because I actually might not have the patience to wait that long.
Stevens says as he drops the mic and flips the bird to the press boxes before taking his world title from Boettcher and exiting the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Wow, a stern promise from Scott Stevens here tonight.
Benny Newell: The EPU better be making their way to Lee Best right now!
As Stevens heads up the ramp we cut backstage.
Julliet Brooks is seen wandering the halls of The Best Arena wearing a black hoodie and has a bottle of water in one hand. A look of satisfaction was seen on her face seeing as how she was able to defeat Reggie Rivid earlier on in the card. Halfway to her locker room, she stops and turns her head noticing a framed picture that was hung on the wall. It appeared to be former HOW superstar Krista Lewis. A new look of deep disgust forms as she glances back and forth at it until her frustration took over and she ripped the frame off and threw it forward, shattering it completely then walked over the broken pieces with a huge smirk. Her hoodie now placed over her head as she continued to walk.