Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 11, 2018 18:20:14 GMT
Joe Hoffman: A little bit of backstory for those wondering just how this match came to be-- “The Scorpion” Scott Stevens and a slew of Legacy Pro Wrestling stars invaded Thursday Night Turmoil just a few short weeks ago, and they didn’t come in peace.
Benny Newell: THAT PIECE OF SHIT TRIED TO KILL LEE! Gimme a fucking shot, Hoffman, I’m gonna go beat this pansy up myself. “BIG BUFF” BENNY NEWELL, MOTHERFUCKER!
Joe Hoffman: Easy, Benny. Michael Best’s entry into the LPW Reign Supreme Tournament ruffled a few feathers, and the feud boiled over when Stevens assaulted HOW’s ICON Champion and threw his father off the stage, crashing through the Turmoil set to end the show! HOW newcomer Chance Von Crank was ringside to watch Mike’s back, and now here tonight he’ll be going on the offense as he takes on The Scorpion in what certainly promises to be a violent and entertaining match up.
A cocking noise is heard, followed by a gun blast booming across the arena.
♫Shock N Rolla...♫ ♫Here 2 Show Ya...♫ ♫Cocked Back and Fucking Loaded!!!♫ ♫Chance... Von... Crank!♫
“Shock N Rolla” begins to blast over the sound system, heralding the arrival of HOW newcomer Chance Von Crank! He steps through the curtain, hands on his hips as he stares out into the arena. Given his opponent, the Tampa crowd begins to cheer for cVc, who looks a little bit confused at their reaction. He looks around as he walks down the ramp, motioning as if he’s jerking off before “finishing” as he arrives down at the ring.
Joe Hoffman: This crowd is fully behind Chance Von Crank-- this is about High Octane loyalty, and the tampa fans are ready to see some bloodshed here tonight!
Benny Newell: Is he... is he pretending to jerk off?
Chance Von Crank slides through the ropes as he reaches the top of the steps, throwing his "The Reluctant One" shirt into the crowd. He jumps on the turnbuckle, holding his arms high into the air and continuing to look perplexed by the cheers he’s receiving here tonight.
The lights in the arena go black as the HOV lights up, flashing "Nothing survives my sting!" across the screen.The crowd begins to boo-- but it’s not just a wrestling boo. It’s a booing of pure hatred. Chris Benoit level booing.
"I am the Scorpion, whoa!"
The jeering intensifies as a mash-up of "I Stand Alone" and "Amazing" hits the speakers, drawing out the reigning Legacy Pro Wrestling champion. Walking down the aisle, he talks trash the entire way while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Joe Hoffman: I have to say, Scott Stevens isn’t going to be an easy opponent here tonight. Last night at LPW’s Reign Supreme, he put down Dangerous Dan in nearly record time-- he barely broke a sweat!
Benny Newell: Yeah? Well while Stevens was busting a nut in the undercard, Mike Best was being crowned Reign Supreme Champion! Even in a Fisher Price tournament, Stevens couldn’t hack it! Von Crank is gonna play with his fuckin’ food, and then he’s gonna eat it.
As Stevens finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at the crowd an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Señor referee Joel Hortega begins to explain the rules to each of the competitors, in his standard broken English. Before he can finish, Chance Von Crank exclaims “Aw, fuck this!” and comes forward with a big haymaker cheap shot, sending Scott Stevens stumbling backwards toward the corner! Hortega shakes his head and rings the bell, getting this one started officially.
DING DING DING
The crowd is cheering at the blatant abuse of rules-- apparently it’s okay, as long as they hate the other guy more. Von Crank follows up into the corner, bringing on a barrage of right hands that force Stevens to go on the defense and cover up early.
Joe Hoffman: A cheap shot and an early assault by Chance Von Crank could prove to be troublesome for Scott Stevens-- I can’t say I agree with the strategy, but the crowd seems to be loving every second of this!
Benny Newell: Come on, Joe... call him the Shock N Rolla. I know you want to.
Chance Von Crank throws a boot into the midsection of his opponent, holding the ropes for leverage as he begins to stomp at his opponent, trying to wear him down as quickly as possible. Stevens drops to his stomach and rolls out of the ring, looking to catch his breath and get a fresh start.
The Trailer Park Prodigy stares down from inside the ring, trying to goad Stevens into getting back inside and “fight like a man”. Stevens flips him the bird, and suddenly Von Crank scrambles through the ropes and down to the concrete to take the fight outside!
The Scorpion reacts quickly, hitting a quick right hand to keep Von Crank off balance as he lands on the concrete, following it up with a fast series of knife-edge chops that send his opponent reeling. Chance battled back, and the two exchange punches as Joel Hortega begins the count.
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Scott Stevens blocks a right hand, delivering one of his own and following up with a hook and a snap suplex on the concrete! The crowd gasps at the impact.
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Stevens climbs back to his feet, pulling Chance Von Crank up by his long, scraggly hair and slamming his face against the apron!
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cVc stumbles backward, and now Stevens hits a high knee that knocks Von Crank back to the concrete. He drops down onto Chance’s upper guard, flailing away with mounted punches that send the crowd into a booing frenzy!
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Seeing that his time is running short, Stevens climbs off his opponent and rolls back into the ring. Von Crank looks a little out of it, rolling onto his stomach and climbing toward his feet.
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Barely beating the bell, Chance Von Crank hustles back into the ring and charges for Stevens, hitting a big clothesline lariat that lays Stevens out on the mat! The crowd instantly explodes, and Chance takes a moment to give an arrogant, trashy looking flex in the center of the ring as Stevens climbs back to his knees.
Joe Hoffman: Devious strategy from Scott Stevens, trying to end this one by count out while the chips were down. Chance Von Crank barely made the count!
Benny Newell: Fisher Price is ages three and under, Hoffman- I’m surprised Twat Stevens even knows how to count.
cVc wastes no time, grabbing Stevens by the head and half-lifting him off his knees, bringing him to the mat with a flowing snap DDT. The crowd is buzzing as he makes a pin attempt!
UNO!
DOS!
EL KICKOUT-O!
Hortega backs off as Chance Von Crank looks annoying, standing back to his feet and picking his opponent up with him. He launches Stevens to the ropes, but The Scorpion ducks a clothesline attempt and spins the Trailer Park Priodigy around and letting loose with Remember The Alamo, a stiff superkick to the face! Chance Von Crank hits the mat like a ton of bricks, and Stevens keeps the heat on-- he grabs hold of the legs of his opponent, flipping him and locking in a Texas Cloverleaf!
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens looking for a submission now-- a solid back and forth content, but he could end it right here!
Benny Newell: Faggots never win, Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: I think you mean “cheaters”, Benny. CHEATERS never win.
Benny Newell: No, pretty sure it’s faggots.
Stevens clinches up on the hold, putting on the pressure as cVc writhes with his face planted in the mat. He screams out, reaching for the ropes, but Stevens attempts to pull him back toward the center of the ring. Von Crank moves faster, and he gets a hand to the ropebreak! The crowd goes wild as Joel Hortega breaks up the whole, and The Scorpion looks steaming mad.
Chance Von Crank hobbles to his feet, just in time to see Stevens coming off the ropes with a springboard roundhouse!
Joe Hoffman: Venomous Injection!
Benny Newell: Don’t learn the names of Fisher Price moves, Joe. You’re better than that. Duh.
Chance Von Crank ducks it! The crowd explodes as Stevens misses the mark, stumbling forward off balance as cVc picks him up from under the legs, delivering The Reluctant Slam™, a horrifically violent spinebuster! Stevens hits the canvas like raw meat, and Chance Von Crank makes the cover as the crowd counts along.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
NO, KICKOUT!
Scott Stevens barely gets the shoulder up, and the crowd is livid. Chance Von Crank gets back to his feet, holding on to the ropes and delivering a series of boots to the head of his opponent, venting his frustrations that the match isn’t over yet.
Joe Hoffman: Say what you will about him, Benny-- Scott Stevens is a resilient, talented athlete.
Benny Newell: Jesus Christ, Hoffman, you co-sign on a loan for this dickhead or something?
Chance Von Crank gets bored of stomping and ducks out of the ring, looking vigorously around at ringside for something to hit his opponent with. Stevens crawls to his knees, pulling himself up by the ropes as the Trailer Park Prodigy finds himself a sturdy looking steel chair. He slides it quickly into the ring and rolls back in even faster, not giving Stevens time to get a hold of it.
Joel Hortega starts shaking his head no, motioning toward Von Crank and the chair. Chance makes a jerkoff motion in the ring, telling Hortega to get out of the way so he can do some fucking damage. Hortega is insistent, and Scott Stevens takes the arguing as an opportunity. He sidles up behind Chance Von Crank, letting loose with a HUGE Houston sidekick!
Chance saw it coming! Von Crank sidesteps the kick, and instead of hitting it’s intended target, Scott Stevens nails Joel Hortega in the face inadvertently! The crowd goes wild as Chance Von Crank smiles as wide as his mouth will go, looking at the fallen referee and then the steel chair in his hands.
Joe Hoffman: Uh-oh. “The Scorpion” may have just inadvertently cost himself this match, Benny.
Benny Newell: No. NO! Stevens isn’t getting the credit for Chance Von Crank’s obvious fucking win tonight. NO. Go take a hot lead douche, douche.
Scott Stevens begins to back away, not quite begging but definitely trying to negotiate with Chance Von Crank. The White Trash Casanova shakes his head “no”, readying up the chair and swinging for the fences! He brings it down overhead, but Stevens gets out of the way, leaving the chair to bounce harmlessly off the ropes. He swings again, this time baseball style, but with Stevens making a retreat, he doesn’t connect. Chance Von Crank lets out a snarl and charges forward at full speed, but Stevens boots him in the stomach and forces him to drop the chair! He lifts Chance Von Crank from his feet, flipping him over and hitting his sit-out tombstone piledriver finish!
Joe Hoffman: SCORPION DRIVER! This could be it!
Benny Newell: NO! NO FUCK NO! HULK UP, CHANCE!
Joel Hortega is groggy, but he makes the count.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
DING DING DING
Scott Stevens’ music begins to play for the second time tonight as he climbs off of Chance Von Crank, holding a middle finger in the air to the HOW crowd. He looks confident, celebrating in the center of the ring as the crowd boos on.
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner, in 10:23.... “The Scorpion.... SCOTT.... STEEEEVENSSSS!
Stevens goes up onto the turnbuckle, a middle finger still in the air as he gloats his victory live on HOW pay-per-view. All of the sudden, though, Stevens is sent careening from the top of the turnbuckle, all the way to the concrete below! The crowd gasps as The Scorpion lands dangerously close to the guard rail-- and the source of the attack brings both cheers and boos to the arena.
Joe Hoffman: Mike Best! Mike Best is attacking Scott Stevens!
Benny Newell: The MOTHERFUCKING CAVALRY, BABY! The Reign Supreme Champion!
Mike Best stares at the LPW Reign Supreme trophy that he just clocked Scott Stevens in the back with, giving it a thoughtful look before setting it down on the apron and climbing down to the concrete. The crowd is buzzing as he picks Stevens up from the ground, punching him hard in the jaw and sending him backward into the guardrail.
Stevens struggles to stand, but the impact from the fall did a number on him. Mike pulls back anything that could lessen the impact before grabbing hold of Stevens, rolling up behind him and delivering a Jesus Complex, right on the concrete floor! The impact is sickening, and as Stevens hits the ground a wound opens up above his eyebrow, blood pouring down over his face.
The HOW ICON grabs a microphone from ringside, along with his trophy, before standing over Scott Stevens.
Mike Best: That was for my father. That was for what happened last night at Reign Supreme. But this? This is for me....
Mike reaches into his pocket, producing a familiar looking object-- it’s a pen. His very own Bottomlining pen, given to him by Lee Best nearly two years ago. He holds Stevens by the back of the head, watching The Scorpion struggle to get free with little hope to do so. Mike raises it high in the air, and the tension in the arena is palpable. Suddenly, he stops. Looking like he’s having second thoughts, he tucks the pen back in his pocket.
Mike Best: Once I take your title? Once I humiliate you and your entire Fisher Price fucking operation? Then I’m gonna take your eyes, Stevens. You don’t. Fuck. With the Best family.
Mike takes his trophy and walks off, shaking his head at Stevens as he lies there in a pool of his own blood.
Joe Hoffman: My God... we almost saw a Bottomline in the first match of the show...
Benny Newell: WHY DID HE STOP?! GODDAMNIT!
Joe Hoffman: Well, barbaric as it may be, Benny-- we’re going to see one before the night is through.
Best laughs his way up the ramp, holding his trophy high overhead as the camera cuts away.
Benny Newell: THAT PIECE OF SHIT TRIED TO KILL LEE! Gimme a fucking shot, Hoffman, I’m gonna go beat this pansy up myself. “BIG BUFF” BENNY NEWELL, MOTHERFUCKER!
Joe Hoffman: Easy, Benny. Michael Best’s entry into the LPW Reign Supreme Tournament ruffled a few feathers, and the feud boiled over when Stevens assaulted HOW’s ICON Champion and threw his father off the stage, crashing through the Turmoil set to end the show! HOW newcomer Chance Von Crank was ringside to watch Mike’s back, and now here tonight he’ll be going on the offense as he takes on The Scorpion in what certainly promises to be a violent and entertaining match up.
A cocking noise is heard, followed by a gun blast booming across the arena.
♫Shock N Rolla...♫ ♫Here 2 Show Ya...♫ ♫Cocked Back and Fucking Loaded!!!♫ ♫Chance... Von... Crank!♫
“Shock N Rolla” begins to blast over the sound system, heralding the arrival of HOW newcomer Chance Von Crank! He steps through the curtain, hands on his hips as he stares out into the arena. Given his opponent, the Tampa crowd begins to cheer for cVc, who looks a little bit confused at their reaction. He looks around as he walks down the ramp, motioning as if he’s jerking off before “finishing” as he arrives down at the ring.
Joe Hoffman: This crowd is fully behind Chance Von Crank-- this is about High Octane loyalty, and the tampa fans are ready to see some bloodshed here tonight!
Benny Newell: Is he... is he pretending to jerk off?
Chance Von Crank slides through the ropes as he reaches the top of the steps, throwing his "The Reluctant One" shirt into the crowd. He jumps on the turnbuckle, holding his arms high into the air and continuing to look perplexed by the cheers he’s receiving here tonight.
The lights in the arena go black as the HOV lights up, flashing "Nothing survives my sting!" across the screen.The crowd begins to boo-- but it’s not just a wrestling boo. It’s a booing of pure hatred. Chris Benoit level booing.
"I am the Scorpion, whoa!"
The jeering intensifies as a mash-up of "I Stand Alone" and "Amazing" hits the speakers, drawing out the reigning Legacy Pro Wrestling champion. Walking down the aisle, he talks trash the entire way while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Joe Hoffman: I have to say, Scott Stevens isn’t going to be an easy opponent here tonight. Last night at LPW’s Reign Supreme, he put down Dangerous Dan in nearly record time-- he barely broke a sweat!
Benny Newell: Yeah? Well while Stevens was busting a nut in the undercard, Mike Best was being crowned Reign Supreme Champion! Even in a Fisher Price tournament, Stevens couldn’t hack it! Von Crank is gonna play with his fuckin’ food, and then he’s gonna eat it.
As Stevens finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at the crowd an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Señor referee Joel Hortega begins to explain the rules to each of the competitors, in his standard broken English. Before he can finish, Chance Von Crank exclaims “Aw, fuck this!” and comes forward with a big haymaker cheap shot, sending Scott Stevens stumbling backwards toward the corner! Hortega shakes his head and rings the bell, getting this one started officially.
DING DING DING
The crowd is cheering at the blatant abuse of rules-- apparently it’s okay, as long as they hate the other guy more. Von Crank follows up into the corner, bringing on a barrage of right hands that force Stevens to go on the defense and cover up early.
Joe Hoffman: A cheap shot and an early assault by Chance Von Crank could prove to be troublesome for Scott Stevens-- I can’t say I agree with the strategy, but the crowd seems to be loving every second of this!
Benny Newell: Come on, Joe... call him the Shock N Rolla. I know you want to.
Chance Von Crank throws a boot into the midsection of his opponent, holding the ropes for leverage as he begins to stomp at his opponent, trying to wear him down as quickly as possible. Stevens drops to his stomach and rolls out of the ring, looking to catch his breath and get a fresh start.
The Trailer Park Prodigy stares down from inside the ring, trying to goad Stevens into getting back inside and “fight like a man”. Stevens flips him the bird, and suddenly Von Crank scrambles through the ropes and down to the concrete to take the fight outside!
The Scorpion reacts quickly, hitting a quick right hand to keep Von Crank off balance as he lands on the concrete, following it up with a fast series of knife-edge chops that send his opponent reeling. Chance battled back, and the two exchange punches as Joel Hortega begins the count.
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Scott Stevens blocks a right hand, delivering one of his own and following up with a hook and a snap suplex on the concrete! The crowd gasps at the impact.
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Stevens climbs back to his feet, pulling Chance Von Crank up by his long, scraggly hair and slamming his face against the apron!
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cVc stumbles backward, and now Stevens hits a high knee that knocks Von Crank back to the concrete. He drops down onto Chance’s upper guard, flailing away with mounted punches that send the crowd into a booing frenzy!
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Seeing that his time is running short, Stevens climbs off his opponent and rolls back into the ring. Von Crank looks a little out of it, rolling onto his stomach and climbing toward his feet.
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Barely beating the bell, Chance Von Crank hustles back into the ring and charges for Stevens, hitting a big clothesline lariat that lays Stevens out on the mat! The crowd instantly explodes, and Chance takes a moment to give an arrogant, trashy looking flex in the center of the ring as Stevens climbs back to his knees.
Joe Hoffman: Devious strategy from Scott Stevens, trying to end this one by count out while the chips were down. Chance Von Crank barely made the count!
Benny Newell: Fisher Price is ages three and under, Hoffman- I’m surprised Twat Stevens even knows how to count.
cVc wastes no time, grabbing Stevens by the head and half-lifting him off his knees, bringing him to the mat with a flowing snap DDT. The crowd is buzzing as he makes a pin attempt!
UNO!
DOS!
EL KICKOUT-O!
Hortega backs off as Chance Von Crank looks annoying, standing back to his feet and picking his opponent up with him. He launches Stevens to the ropes, but The Scorpion ducks a clothesline attempt and spins the Trailer Park Priodigy around and letting loose with Remember The Alamo, a stiff superkick to the face! Chance Von Crank hits the mat like a ton of bricks, and Stevens keeps the heat on-- he grabs hold of the legs of his opponent, flipping him and locking in a Texas Cloverleaf!
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens looking for a submission now-- a solid back and forth content, but he could end it right here!
Benny Newell: Faggots never win, Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: I think you mean “cheaters”, Benny. CHEATERS never win.
Benny Newell: No, pretty sure it’s faggots.
Stevens clinches up on the hold, putting on the pressure as cVc writhes with his face planted in the mat. He screams out, reaching for the ropes, but Stevens attempts to pull him back toward the center of the ring. Von Crank moves faster, and he gets a hand to the ropebreak! The crowd goes wild as Joel Hortega breaks up the whole, and The Scorpion looks steaming mad.
Chance Von Crank hobbles to his feet, just in time to see Stevens coming off the ropes with a springboard roundhouse!
Joe Hoffman: Venomous Injection!
Benny Newell: Don’t learn the names of Fisher Price moves, Joe. You’re better than that. Duh.
Chance Von Crank ducks it! The crowd explodes as Stevens misses the mark, stumbling forward off balance as cVc picks him up from under the legs, delivering The Reluctant Slam™, a horrifically violent spinebuster! Stevens hits the canvas like raw meat, and Chance Von Crank makes the cover as the crowd counts along.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
NO, KICKOUT!
Scott Stevens barely gets the shoulder up, and the crowd is livid. Chance Von Crank gets back to his feet, holding on to the ropes and delivering a series of boots to the head of his opponent, venting his frustrations that the match isn’t over yet.
Joe Hoffman: Say what you will about him, Benny-- Scott Stevens is a resilient, talented athlete.
Benny Newell: Jesus Christ, Hoffman, you co-sign on a loan for this dickhead or something?
Chance Von Crank gets bored of stomping and ducks out of the ring, looking vigorously around at ringside for something to hit his opponent with. Stevens crawls to his knees, pulling himself up by the ropes as the Trailer Park Prodigy finds himself a sturdy looking steel chair. He slides it quickly into the ring and rolls back in even faster, not giving Stevens time to get a hold of it.
Joel Hortega starts shaking his head no, motioning toward Von Crank and the chair. Chance makes a jerkoff motion in the ring, telling Hortega to get out of the way so he can do some fucking damage. Hortega is insistent, and Scott Stevens takes the arguing as an opportunity. He sidles up behind Chance Von Crank, letting loose with a HUGE Houston sidekick!
Chance saw it coming! Von Crank sidesteps the kick, and instead of hitting it’s intended target, Scott Stevens nails Joel Hortega in the face inadvertently! The crowd goes wild as Chance Von Crank smiles as wide as his mouth will go, looking at the fallen referee and then the steel chair in his hands.
Joe Hoffman: Uh-oh. “The Scorpion” may have just inadvertently cost himself this match, Benny.
Benny Newell: No. NO! Stevens isn’t getting the credit for Chance Von Crank’s obvious fucking win tonight. NO. Go take a hot lead douche, douche.
Scott Stevens begins to back away, not quite begging but definitely trying to negotiate with Chance Von Crank. The White Trash Casanova shakes his head “no”, readying up the chair and swinging for the fences! He brings it down overhead, but Stevens gets out of the way, leaving the chair to bounce harmlessly off the ropes. He swings again, this time baseball style, but with Stevens making a retreat, he doesn’t connect. Chance Von Crank lets out a snarl and charges forward at full speed, but Stevens boots him in the stomach and forces him to drop the chair! He lifts Chance Von Crank from his feet, flipping him over and hitting his sit-out tombstone piledriver finish!
Joe Hoffman: SCORPION DRIVER! This could be it!
Benny Newell: NO! NO FUCK NO! HULK UP, CHANCE!
Joel Hortega is groggy, but he makes the count.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
DING DING DING
Scott Stevens’ music begins to play for the second time tonight as he climbs off of Chance Von Crank, holding a middle finger in the air to the HOW crowd. He looks confident, celebrating in the center of the ring as the crowd boos on.
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner, in 10:23.... “The Scorpion.... SCOTT.... STEEEEVENSSSS!
Stevens goes up onto the turnbuckle, a middle finger still in the air as he gloats his victory live on HOW pay-per-view. All of the sudden, though, Stevens is sent careening from the top of the turnbuckle, all the way to the concrete below! The crowd gasps as The Scorpion lands dangerously close to the guard rail-- and the source of the attack brings both cheers and boos to the arena.
Joe Hoffman: Mike Best! Mike Best is attacking Scott Stevens!
Benny Newell: The MOTHERFUCKING CAVALRY, BABY! The Reign Supreme Champion!
Mike Best stares at the LPW Reign Supreme trophy that he just clocked Scott Stevens in the back with, giving it a thoughtful look before setting it down on the apron and climbing down to the concrete. The crowd is buzzing as he picks Stevens up from the ground, punching him hard in the jaw and sending him backward into the guardrail.
Stevens struggles to stand, but the impact from the fall did a number on him. Mike pulls back anything that could lessen the impact before grabbing hold of Stevens, rolling up behind him and delivering a Jesus Complex, right on the concrete floor! The impact is sickening, and as Stevens hits the ground a wound opens up above his eyebrow, blood pouring down over his face.
The HOW ICON grabs a microphone from ringside, along with his trophy, before standing over Scott Stevens.
Mike Best: That was for my father. That was for what happened last night at Reign Supreme. But this? This is for me....
Mike reaches into his pocket, producing a familiar looking object-- it’s a pen. His very own Bottomlining pen, given to him by Lee Best nearly two years ago. He holds Stevens by the back of the head, watching The Scorpion struggle to get free with little hope to do so. Mike raises it high in the air, and the tension in the arena is palpable. Suddenly, he stops. Looking like he’s having second thoughts, he tucks the pen back in his pocket.
Mike Best: Once I take your title? Once I humiliate you and your entire Fisher Price fucking operation? Then I’m gonna take your eyes, Stevens. You don’t. Fuck. With the Best family.
Mike takes his trophy and walks off, shaking his head at Stevens as he lies there in a pool of his own blood.
Joe Hoffman: My God... we almost saw a Bottomline in the first match of the show...
Benny Newell: WHY DID HE STOP?! GODDAMNIT!
Joe Hoffman: Well, barbaric as it may be, Benny-- we’re going to see one before the night is through.
Best laughs his way up the ramp, holding his trophy high overhead as the camera cuts away.