Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 11, 2018 18:07:29 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back to ringside, ladies and gentlemen, as we get ready for the match formerly known as the first ever HOW Push Up Challenge! Of course, as heard earlier tonight, that stipulation has been dropped in favor of a standard match.
Benny Newell: Battledomes. Crucifixion matches. Push Up Challenges. Scottywood is like the Thomas Edison of gay. Thank God for Lee Best-- and thank God for Mike Best, who is gonna commentate the SHIT out of this match with us! Mike, how ya feelin’, champ?
Mike Best: I think I might still be hungover from Century Club, Benny.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen, "Nothing survives my sting!" Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena, "I am the Scorpion, whoa!" as a mash-up of "I Stand Alone" and "Amazing" hits the speakers, bringing a big cheer from a pocket of the fans in the Mike Best Arena.
Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain, raising a fist in the air and nodding along with the music as he slowly makes his way down the ramp.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens has been on fire since his HOW debut, where he had a domination victory over Chance Von Crank live on pay-per-view. Now he’s qualified for the Solitary Confinement match at Rumble At The Rock.
Mike Best: Yeah, but so has his opponent tonight, Joe. Rhys Townsend is hungry for a fourth reign as HOW World Champion, and I can attest personally to what limits he’ll go to win in Solitary Confinement. I’ve got the scars to prove it, too.
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at the crown, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
“Deception” by Tesseract is next to take over the sound system, bringing a raucously negative reaction from the New Jersey crowd as Best Alliance member and all around angry man Rhys Townsend steps menacingly through the curtain, ignoring the crowd as he locks eyes with his opponent in the ring. Townsend beings a slow trek toward the ring, the veins in his arms and neck already bulging.
Joe Hoffman: This is a pressure cooker already, ladies and gentlemen. Tensions have been high, trash talk between these two gentlemen has been boiling over for weeks. What we’re getting here tonight is a legitimate preview of what we may see at Rumble At The Rock.
Benny Newell: How can Townsend crush that retard’s head like a grape... twice?
Mike Best: Scott Stevens isn’t just competing at Rumble At The Rock, Joe. He’ll be wrestling Steve Solex at for the LPW Championship at Instant Classic just hours before being locked into solitary confinement. A match I’m refereeing by the way... so watch their show and support Best Studios.
Townsend climbs up the steps and ducks under the ropes, stepping into the ring and taking his corner. Joel Hortega quickly checks him over for illegal objects, most likely syringes. Once he’s satisfied, he equally checks over Stevens. Hortega makes sure both men are ready, before ringing the bell.
DING DING DING
The match has begun, but a sneering Rhys Townsend doesn’t step forward to go on offense. He drops down onto his fingertips, and begins doing push ups in quick succession. The crowd boos as he showboats in front of his opponent.
Joe Hoffman: Oh, come on...
Benny Newell: Maybe he didn’t get the memo?
Townsend finishes a quick set, and then stands up and gestures toward Scott Stevens. The crowd lets out a roar, and immediately Stevens gets down and grunts out a set of fingertip pushups as well. The crowd cheers as he doesn’t even break a sweat, and as he stands, he points it back over to Townsend. Rhys chuckles, dropping down to one arm and doing a quick full set of one armed pushups, much to the crowd’s discontent.
He stands from his set, motioning back to Stevens, but the Scorpion isn’t intimidated in the slightest. He drops down to one arm, and begins doing them seemingly faster than Townsend was doing them, as the crowd practically explodes. Suddenly, Townsend gets a quick running start and kicks Scott Stevens about as hard as he can in the ribs, sending him rolling sideways and clutching his stomach in pain.
Joe Hoffman: It was a ruse! What a dirty, sneaky trick!
Mike Best: We get it Joe, bad guys cheat. You know what? They also win.
Benny Newell: The man has a point, Joe. DRINK!
Rhys Townsend stalks his opponent, lifting Scott up by the back of the head and whipping him face first into the turnbuckle. Stevens smashes his face against the metal, avoiding the padding, before Townsend grabs hold of his head and begins to smash it again, repeatedly. The crowd couldn’t be booing louder if they had microphones, as Roid Rage Rhys goes to work on disabling his opponent early on.
Townsend goes for another head smash, but Stevens goes rigid and stops his head from hitting the post again. He pulls away, catching Townsend with an elbow to the stomach followed by a big right hand haymaker, giving himself some room to breath. He pushes Rhys into the corner now, and starts with a flurry of knife edge chops in the corner, while they crowd cheers on!
Stevens lays a kick into Townsend’s gut, grabbing his head and driving it into the mat with a big DDT before dropping for a cover.
UNO!
KICKOUT!
Townsend powers out without much trouble, rolling toward the ropes and pulling himself back to his feet.
Joe Hoffman: A big man’s match tonight, not a lot of size difference between these two men. It’s showing, too-- though Townsend had the early advantage, this one is evening out quick.
Mike Best: Stevens certainly has a respectable amount of talent, Joe... but Townsend is a three time HOW World Champion. I think the “Scorpion”... most ridiculous nickname ever... may have talked a little too much shit this time.
Townsend shoots in with an tie up, getting into position and hitting a quick snap vertical suplex on his opponent. Stevens arches his back on impact, as Rhys gets back to his feet and lifts him up off the canvas. He sets up for a second one, nailing ANOTHER snap suplex and leaving Scott Stevens lying in a puddle of pain. As the Best Alliance monster lifts Stevens up for a third, however, Stevens counters! He locks his arms around Townsend, and instead hits him with a belly to belly suplex, rocking the ring!
Stevens stands up, throwing his arm in the air, yelling out and making a throat slash gesture as he sets up to end it all right here. He gets down into a three point stance, yelling for Townsend to get to his feet.
Townsend climbs up slowly, his knees wobbling a little bit as he tries to steady himself. As soon as he’s halfway up, jumps up into position for the stunner...
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! TOXIC STING!
Mike & Benny: DENIED!
Joe Hoffman: ...that was weird.
Mike and Benny are right, though-- Townsend wraps his arms into full nelson position out of the stunner, and instead of taking Stevens’ finisher, he drops him with a full nelson slam! Stevens hits the mat hard, and Townsend rolls toward the ropes to assist him in getting back up.
Stevens slowly climbs back to his feet, staggered from such a quick counter. He turns back toward the center of the ring, only to be lifted into the air for the Musclebuster! He holds Stevens high in the air, steadying himself and trying to land it...
Joe Hoffman: REVERSAL! TOXIC STING! TOXIC STING!
Mike Best: What? WHAT? FUCK YOU!
Benny Newell: NOOOOOOOOOO!
Stevens nails the stunner, slipping out of Hashtag Predictable just in time and lying Townsend out on the mat. He drapes an arm for the cover...
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
DING DING DING
The Scorpion rolls off his opponent, climbing to his feet and gesturing another throat slash as the crowd goes crazy. Stevens nods his head, ducking out of the ring and making his way back up the ramp. Inside the ring, Townsend looks to be livid-- the camera cuts backstage before he’s caught destroying anything.
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner, in 8:32.... THE SCORPION.... SCOTT.... STEEEEEEEVENS!
The shocked crowd cheers loudly as Stevens pulls off what some will call a huge upset. The cameras follow the victorious Stevens up the ramp as he is seen smirking as we head to commercial.
Benny Newell: Battledomes. Crucifixion matches. Push Up Challenges. Scottywood is like the Thomas Edison of gay. Thank God for Lee Best-- and thank God for Mike Best, who is gonna commentate the SHIT out of this match with us! Mike, how ya feelin’, champ?
Mike Best: I think I might still be hungover from Century Club, Benny.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen, "Nothing survives my sting!" Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena, "I am the Scorpion, whoa!" as a mash-up of "I Stand Alone" and "Amazing" hits the speakers, bringing a big cheer from a pocket of the fans in the Mike Best Arena.
Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain, raising a fist in the air and nodding along with the music as he slowly makes his way down the ramp.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens has been on fire since his HOW debut, where he had a domination victory over Chance Von Crank live on pay-per-view. Now he’s qualified for the Solitary Confinement match at Rumble At The Rock.
Mike Best: Yeah, but so has his opponent tonight, Joe. Rhys Townsend is hungry for a fourth reign as HOW World Champion, and I can attest personally to what limits he’ll go to win in Solitary Confinement. I’ve got the scars to prove it, too.
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at the crown, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
“Deception” by Tesseract is next to take over the sound system, bringing a raucously negative reaction from the New Jersey crowd as Best Alliance member and all around angry man Rhys Townsend steps menacingly through the curtain, ignoring the crowd as he locks eyes with his opponent in the ring. Townsend beings a slow trek toward the ring, the veins in his arms and neck already bulging.
Joe Hoffman: This is a pressure cooker already, ladies and gentlemen. Tensions have been high, trash talk between these two gentlemen has been boiling over for weeks. What we’re getting here tonight is a legitimate preview of what we may see at Rumble At The Rock.
Benny Newell: How can Townsend crush that retard’s head like a grape... twice?
Mike Best: Scott Stevens isn’t just competing at Rumble At The Rock, Joe. He’ll be wrestling Steve Solex at for the LPW Championship at Instant Classic just hours before being locked into solitary confinement. A match I’m refereeing by the way... so watch their show and support Best Studios.
Townsend climbs up the steps and ducks under the ropes, stepping into the ring and taking his corner. Joel Hortega quickly checks him over for illegal objects, most likely syringes. Once he’s satisfied, he equally checks over Stevens. Hortega makes sure both men are ready, before ringing the bell.
DING DING DING
The match has begun, but a sneering Rhys Townsend doesn’t step forward to go on offense. He drops down onto his fingertips, and begins doing push ups in quick succession. The crowd boos as he showboats in front of his opponent.
Joe Hoffman: Oh, come on...
Benny Newell: Maybe he didn’t get the memo?
Townsend finishes a quick set, and then stands up and gestures toward Scott Stevens. The crowd lets out a roar, and immediately Stevens gets down and grunts out a set of fingertip pushups as well. The crowd cheers as he doesn’t even break a sweat, and as he stands, he points it back over to Townsend. Rhys chuckles, dropping down to one arm and doing a quick full set of one armed pushups, much to the crowd’s discontent.
He stands from his set, motioning back to Stevens, but the Scorpion isn’t intimidated in the slightest. He drops down to one arm, and begins doing them seemingly faster than Townsend was doing them, as the crowd practically explodes. Suddenly, Townsend gets a quick running start and kicks Scott Stevens about as hard as he can in the ribs, sending him rolling sideways and clutching his stomach in pain.
Joe Hoffman: It was a ruse! What a dirty, sneaky trick!
Mike Best: We get it Joe, bad guys cheat. You know what? They also win.
Benny Newell: The man has a point, Joe. DRINK!
Rhys Townsend stalks his opponent, lifting Scott up by the back of the head and whipping him face first into the turnbuckle. Stevens smashes his face against the metal, avoiding the padding, before Townsend grabs hold of his head and begins to smash it again, repeatedly. The crowd couldn’t be booing louder if they had microphones, as Roid Rage Rhys goes to work on disabling his opponent early on.
Townsend goes for another head smash, but Stevens goes rigid and stops his head from hitting the post again. He pulls away, catching Townsend with an elbow to the stomach followed by a big right hand haymaker, giving himself some room to breath. He pushes Rhys into the corner now, and starts with a flurry of knife edge chops in the corner, while they crowd cheers on!
Stevens lays a kick into Townsend’s gut, grabbing his head and driving it into the mat with a big DDT before dropping for a cover.
UNO!
KICKOUT!
Townsend powers out without much trouble, rolling toward the ropes and pulling himself back to his feet.
Joe Hoffman: A big man’s match tonight, not a lot of size difference between these two men. It’s showing, too-- though Townsend had the early advantage, this one is evening out quick.
Mike Best: Stevens certainly has a respectable amount of talent, Joe... but Townsend is a three time HOW World Champion. I think the “Scorpion”... most ridiculous nickname ever... may have talked a little too much shit this time.
Townsend shoots in with an tie up, getting into position and hitting a quick snap vertical suplex on his opponent. Stevens arches his back on impact, as Rhys gets back to his feet and lifts him up off the canvas. He sets up for a second one, nailing ANOTHER snap suplex and leaving Scott Stevens lying in a puddle of pain. As the Best Alliance monster lifts Stevens up for a third, however, Stevens counters! He locks his arms around Townsend, and instead hits him with a belly to belly suplex, rocking the ring!
Stevens stands up, throwing his arm in the air, yelling out and making a throat slash gesture as he sets up to end it all right here. He gets down into a three point stance, yelling for Townsend to get to his feet.
Townsend climbs up slowly, his knees wobbling a little bit as he tries to steady himself. As soon as he’s halfway up, jumps up into position for the stunner...
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! TOXIC STING!
Mike & Benny: DENIED!
Joe Hoffman: ...that was weird.
Mike and Benny are right, though-- Townsend wraps his arms into full nelson position out of the stunner, and instead of taking Stevens’ finisher, he drops him with a full nelson slam! Stevens hits the mat hard, and Townsend rolls toward the ropes to assist him in getting back up.
Stevens slowly climbs back to his feet, staggered from such a quick counter. He turns back toward the center of the ring, only to be lifted into the air for the Musclebuster! He holds Stevens high in the air, steadying himself and trying to land it...
Joe Hoffman: REVERSAL! TOXIC STING! TOXIC STING!
Mike Best: What? WHAT? FUCK YOU!
Benny Newell: NOOOOOOOOOO!
Stevens nails the stunner, slipping out of Hashtag Predictable just in time and lying Townsend out on the mat. He drapes an arm for the cover...
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
DING DING DING
The Scorpion rolls off his opponent, climbing to his feet and gesturing another throat slash as the crowd goes crazy. Stevens nods his head, ducking out of the ring and making his way back up the ramp. Inside the ring, Townsend looks to be livid-- the camera cuts backstage before he’s caught destroying anything.
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner, in 8:32.... THE SCORPION.... SCOTT.... STEEEEEEEVENS!
The shocked crowd cheers loudly as Stevens pulls off what some will call a huge upset. The cameras follow the victorious Stevens up the ramp as he is seen smirking as we head to commercial.