Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 15, 2018 5:16:15 GMT
The show cuts away from the broke former champion and back to ringside.
Joe Hoffman: This is the inter-promotional portion of our show with our HOTv family. Brian Hollywood of PWX is teaming up with HOW’s own, Chris Diamond.
Benny Newell: Brian Hollywood could be teaming with Bigfoot and it wouldn’t matter.
Joe Hoffman: Why’s that Benny?
Benny Newell: Best Alliance Hoffman. Best Alliance.
"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts erupting in boos.
Benny Newell: Good thing I brought another bottle out here because I’ll go the first one before this guy gets into the ring.
A horn starts blaring and a black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena.
Benny Newell: Drink!
The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car.
Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood wants to make a statement here going into ICONIC.
Benny Newell: The only statement he is going to make is that he got fucked up by the Best Alliance, end of story.
Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he smiles as he walks towards the fans and just when he's about to give them a handshake, he blows them off and laughs. Hollywood then stops at the end of the ramp, closest to the ring, and his smile turns to seriousness as he stares at the ring for a moment. Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood looking very confident tonight.
Hollywood slides into the ring then walks over to the ropes and stretches by pulling on the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his partner.
Brian McVay: Introducing first, currently standing in the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 220 lbs…. , BRIAAAAAAAN HOLLYWOOOOOOOOOD!
Suddenly the lights turn off and the High Octane Vision comes to life with jackhammer graphics that match the sound effects.
Benny Newell: And the heavy drinking begins.
"Sexyback" by Justin Timberlake hits the speakers and Chris Diamond dances his way out onto the stage to a mixed reaction.
Benny Newell: Here comes the visor wearing douche bag. Drink.
Bryan McVay: And his tag team partner, weighing in at 232lbs, he hails from Pure, Michigan, “The Jackhammer“ CHRIS DIAMOND!
Benny Newell: Drink.
As Diamond dances down to the ring he points to some hot blonde in the front row, during the part of the song where Timbaland says, “Come on girl.” the blonde hops the barricade and Diamond motions for security to let her be. The blonde and Diamond begin to grind on each other and Diamond gives her a few extra “Jackhammer” pumps before the blonde gives Diamond a kiss on the cheek for good luck.
Benny Newell: Fucking drink.
Diamond makes sure his vest and visor are looking right before heading down the ramp.
Benny Newell: Fuck you and you your faggot visor. Drink.
As Diamond circles the ring, Hollywood doesn’t take his eyes off of Diamond. Diamond rolls into the ring. He bends down and begins to take his visor off when Hollywood begins to bark orders at him.
UNDEAD!
The familiar screams of “Undead” by Hollywood Undead hit the speakers drawing instant jeers from the fans.
Benny Newell: It’s go time Hoffman!
The booing intensifies as the LSD champion, Scott Stevens, and Dick Fury appear on stage. Dick begins to flip off the crowd while Stevens simply smirks and cracks his knuckles.
Benny Newell: You see that Hoffman? Confidence. Stevens and Fury have this shit in the bag.
Stevens and Fury make their way towards the ring and begin to circle it slowly. Dick slithers into the ring and lays across the middle rope while Stevens slowly pulls himself up onto the ring apron.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens and Hollywood are staring daggers into one another.
Hollywood simply motions across his waist that the title will be his and Stevens simply mouths, “We’ll see.”
Brian McVay: And their opponents, representing the Best Alliance, weighing in at a combined weight of 474lbs…. , DICK! FUUUUUURYYYYYY! AND SCOTT! STEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEENS!
Stevens hands Hortega his championship and steps inside the ring.
Ding. Ding.
Joe Hoffman: And here we go.
Benny Newell: Damn right! Drink!
Joe Hoffman: What’s this?
Benny Newell: Dick wants to prove his worth Hoffman.
Dick tells Stevens he has this and the LSD champion grudgingly steps out onto the apron and grabs the tag rope.
Joe Hoffman: Dick Fury and Brian Hollywood will start things off here.
As the two competitors circle one another, Dick dives in for a takedown and gets stuffed by Hollywood. Dick tries again and gets the same result.
Joe Hoffman: Dick not looking so good here in the early going.
Benny Newell: Yeah, he looks rather….limp.
Joe Hoffman: Good lord.
Benny Newell: DRINK!
Dick scratches his head and turns to Stevens and yells for advice.
Scott Stevens: Whoop his fucking ass!
Benny Newell: Best. Advice. Ever.
As Dick nods in agreement he turns around and Hollywood lights up the hairy chest of Dick with chops, continuous chops, lots and lots of chops, so many chops that a sixteen time world champion would do a turnbuckle flip followed by elbow drop onto a suit jacket he’s that happy.
Joe Hoffman: Dick’s chest is starting to get really red.
Benny Newell: How can you tell through all that growth?
Dick sprints back to his corner on his knees and hugs the leg of his partner. Stevens just shakes his head and tags himself into the match, as he comes in, Diamond tags himself in much to the chagrin of Hollywood.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood not liking that when he had the match in his control.
Diamond and Stevens lock up and Stevens throws him down. The two bulls lock up again and Stevens transitions to a side headlock before taking Diamond down to the mat and stands up staring down at him and shakes the dust off his shoulders. Diamond not happy with the taunting bounces up and goes for a clothesline that the LSD champion easily ducks under and as he hits the ropes, Dick clubs Diamond in the back of the neck that staggers him forward to the awaiting Scorpion.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with a belly-to-belly slam.
Hortega slides in for the cover.
Uno.
Dos.
Joe Hoffman: Diamond gets the shoulder up.
Benny Newell: The only good thing about a Chris Diamond match is that I get to watch him get beat up.
Stevens takes a few steps back and measures the former LSD champion. Stevens dashes in and boots Diamond in the side of the head before following it up with a quick drop of the leg. Hollywood is pacing in his corner looking on as Stevens drags Diamond to his corner and makes the tag to Fury. Dick jumps over the top rope and begins putting the boots to the former Lady Killer. Dick puts Diamond in a reverse chinlock and wrenches back.
Joe Hoffman: Diamond feeling the early onslaught of Dick and Stevens.
Dick begins to pry at the eyes of Diamond.
1.
2.
3.
4.
Dick breaks before Hortega reaches five.
Joe Hoffman: Dick was almost disqualified there.
Benny Newell: Nonsense Hoffman. If Hortega doesn’t know his role America will have his ass deported.
Dick pulls back Diamond head just enough and begins to rub his hairy, sweaty arm pit into the face and mouth of The Jackhammer.
Joe Hoffman: That’s just disgusting.
Benny Newell: It’s great! Where’s my drink?!?!?
Diamond reaches up and rakes the eyes of Dick and Fury releases the hold. Diamond takes a moment to catch his breath and not vomit all over the ring before crawling his way over to his corner. Dick regains his vision and quickly sprints over to Diamond. Dick grabs the leg of Diamond and begins to tug, but Diamond counters with an enzuigiri to the side of Dick’s head that stuns him long enough for Diamond to make the tag to Brian Hollywood and eat a flying shoulder tackle.
Joe Hoffman: Dick just got his bell rung.
Hollywood slides in for a cover.
Uno.
Dos.
Kickout.
Hollywood begins to drop elbows onto the fallen Fury before topping it off with a running knee drop across the chest. Cover.
Uno.
Dos.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with the save.
Stevens pulls Hollywood off of Dick to break the count before taking his place back on the apron. Hollywood goes over to pick up Dick…..
Joe Hoffman: Small package!
Benny Newell: Dick’s not going to be happy you said that.
Joe Hoffman: A didn’t mean it like….nevermind.
Uno.
Dos.
Kickout!!!
As Hollywood gets up he levels Dick with a clothesline.
Benny Newell: I think Dick’s gum landed in my bottle of Jack.
As Hollywood gets to his feet he makes his way over to Dick Fury and picks him up and tosses him into the ropes. Dick ducks the clothesline attempt and begins to pick up steam as he also ducks under a back elbow and launches himself at Hollywood for a cross body.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood catches Fury mid-air but staggers a bit.
Hollywood moves away from his corner and hits a side effect onto Dick Fury and goes for the pin when Joel Hortega begins babbling something in that no speak a ingles language. Hollywood looks around for the ref and jumps up yelling and demanding why Hortega isn’t counting.
Joe Hoffman: I think we know why Hortega isn’t counting Benny.
Benny Newell: Yep. Toxic Sting time!
Stevens quietly sneaks into the ring and gets behind his ICONIC opponent. He whips him around and plants a boot to the gut and goes for the Toxic Sting.
Benny Newell: BULLSHIT!
Joe Hoffman: There is some fight left in the PWX Hall of Famer as he blocked Stevens finisher.
As Stevens turns back to face Hollywood he sidesteps just in the nick of time from a Hollywood spear. As Hollywood quickly gets back up he eats another boot to the gut.
Benny Newell: TOXIC STING!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Not this time Benny, this time it’s the Arachnid-Plex.
Benny Newell: Finish him!
As Stevens hits his fisherman suplex, he locks his hands to secure the pin.
Benny Newell: The fuck is that wetback doing Hoffman?!?!?!?
Joe Hoffman: I don’t know Benny, but look at Diamond.
As Hortega continues to speak that gibberish, Diamond launches himself off of the top rope.
Joe Hoffman: Jackhammer Splash!!!!!!!
Benny Newell: God damn Salvadorian!
Joe Hoffman: He’s Mexican Benny.
Benny Newell: What difference does it make?!?!? Fucker is still a damn beaner!
Diamond breaks the hold but also knocks the wind out of his sails as well as he begins to roll around on the mat gasping for air.
Joe Hoffman: Diamond did an equal amount of damage to himself with that move.
Benny Newell: He’s an idiot Hoffman. Fucker knocks himself out opening his eyes each morning.
Diamond begins to stir and crawl his way over to Stevens. He drapes an arm over the chest of the LSD champion. Hortega slides in to make the count.
Uno.
Dos.
Benny Newell: FUCK YOU BEANER! FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tres.
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dick Fury breaks it up.
Benny Newell: ‘Bout time Dick did something right!!!
Dick begins to stomp away at the prone Diamond while Hortega is trying to restrain him and get him back into his corner.
Joe Hoffman: Hortega trying to restrain Fury and send him back to his corner.
Benny Newell: Hortega is two seconds away from me calling immigration of his Colombian ass.
As Dick shrugs off Hortega and makes his way back over to Diamond he meets the waiting foot of Brian Hollwood.
Joe Hoffman: Executive Promise!
The kick sends Dick spiraling out of the ring and onto the floor.
Benny Newell: Get up Stevens!
Hollywood grabs the arm of Diamond and drags him to their corner where he tags himself in and waits for Stevens to get to his feet.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood looking to end it here.
Benny Newell: Look out!
Hollywood hits another Executive Promise that sends the LSD champion slingshotting off the ropes and back to a waiting Brian Hollywood.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood doubles Stevens over with that kick to the stomach.
Benny Newell: I can’t watch.
Hollywood locks Stevens with a front facelock.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like Hollywood is going for The Layoff.
As Hollywood twists to hit his DDT, Stevens counters the twist with a twist of his own.
Benny Newell: TOXIC STING!!! Count that shit beaner! COUNT!!!!
Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
Hortega signals for the bell.
Brian McVay: And here are your winners, representing the Best Alliance…. , DICK! FUUUUUURYYYYYY! AND SCOTT! STEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEENS!
Benny Newell: That’s right Hoffman, never count out the BA!
Dick Fury begins to slide into the ring and Hortega hands Stevens his championship. Joel Hortega raises both winners hands and Dick Fury begins to yell at the two losers before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and posing for the cameras while Stevens simply looks downward at Brian Hollywood and puts a boot on his chest before raising the LSD championship high in the air.
Joe Hoffman: Could that be the picture at ICONIC?
Benny Newell: Damn right it is.
We cut to backstage.
Joe Hoffman: This is the inter-promotional portion of our show with our HOTv family. Brian Hollywood of PWX is teaming up with HOW’s own, Chris Diamond.
Benny Newell: Brian Hollywood could be teaming with Bigfoot and it wouldn’t matter.
Joe Hoffman: Why’s that Benny?
Benny Newell: Best Alliance Hoffman. Best Alliance.
"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts erupting in boos.
Benny Newell: Good thing I brought another bottle out here because I’ll go the first one before this guy gets into the ring.
A horn starts blaring and a black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena.
Benny Newell: Drink!
The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car.
Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood wants to make a statement here going into ICONIC.
Benny Newell: The only statement he is going to make is that he got fucked up by the Best Alliance, end of story.
Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he smiles as he walks towards the fans and just when he's about to give them a handshake, he blows them off and laughs. Hollywood then stops at the end of the ramp, closest to the ring, and his smile turns to seriousness as he stares at the ring for a moment. Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood looking very confident tonight.
Hollywood slides into the ring then walks over to the ropes and stretches by pulling on the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his partner.
Brian McVay: Introducing first, currently standing in the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 220 lbs…. , BRIAAAAAAAN HOLLYWOOOOOOOOOD!
Suddenly the lights turn off and the High Octane Vision comes to life with jackhammer graphics that match the sound effects.
Benny Newell: And the heavy drinking begins.
"Sexyback" by Justin Timberlake hits the speakers and Chris Diamond dances his way out onto the stage to a mixed reaction.
Benny Newell: Here comes the visor wearing douche bag. Drink.
Bryan McVay: And his tag team partner, weighing in at 232lbs, he hails from Pure, Michigan, “The Jackhammer“ CHRIS DIAMOND!
Benny Newell: Drink.
As Diamond dances down to the ring he points to some hot blonde in the front row, during the part of the song where Timbaland says, “Come on girl.” the blonde hops the barricade and Diamond motions for security to let her be. The blonde and Diamond begin to grind on each other and Diamond gives her a few extra “Jackhammer” pumps before the blonde gives Diamond a kiss on the cheek for good luck.
Benny Newell: Fucking drink.
Diamond makes sure his vest and visor are looking right before heading down the ramp.
Benny Newell: Fuck you and you your faggot visor. Drink.
As Diamond circles the ring, Hollywood doesn’t take his eyes off of Diamond. Diamond rolls into the ring. He bends down and begins to take his visor off when Hollywood begins to bark orders at him.
UNDEAD!
The familiar screams of “Undead” by Hollywood Undead hit the speakers drawing instant jeers from the fans.
Benny Newell: It’s go time Hoffman!
The booing intensifies as the LSD champion, Scott Stevens, and Dick Fury appear on stage. Dick begins to flip off the crowd while Stevens simply smirks and cracks his knuckles.
Benny Newell: You see that Hoffman? Confidence. Stevens and Fury have this shit in the bag.
Stevens and Fury make their way towards the ring and begin to circle it slowly. Dick slithers into the ring and lays across the middle rope while Stevens slowly pulls himself up onto the ring apron.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens and Hollywood are staring daggers into one another.
Hollywood simply motions across his waist that the title will be his and Stevens simply mouths, “We’ll see.”
Brian McVay: And their opponents, representing the Best Alliance, weighing in at a combined weight of 474lbs…. , DICK! FUUUUUURYYYYYY! AND SCOTT! STEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEENS!
Stevens hands Hortega his championship and steps inside the ring.
Ding. Ding.
Joe Hoffman: And here we go.
Benny Newell: Damn right! Drink!
Joe Hoffman: What’s this?
Benny Newell: Dick wants to prove his worth Hoffman.
Dick tells Stevens he has this and the LSD champion grudgingly steps out onto the apron and grabs the tag rope.
Joe Hoffman: Dick Fury and Brian Hollywood will start things off here.
As the two competitors circle one another, Dick dives in for a takedown and gets stuffed by Hollywood. Dick tries again and gets the same result.
Joe Hoffman: Dick not looking so good here in the early going.
Benny Newell: Yeah, he looks rather….limp.
Joe Hoffman: Good lord.
Benny Newell: DRINK!
Dick scratches his head and turns to Stevens and yells for advice.
Scott Stevens: Whoop his fucking ass!
Benny Newell: Best. Advice. Ever.
As Dick nods in agreement he turns around and Hollywood lights up the hairy chest of Dick with chops, continuous chops, lots and lots of chops, so many chops that a sixteen time world champion would do a turnbuckle flip followed by elbow drop onto a suit jacket he’s that happy.
Joe Hoffman: Dick’s chest is starting to get really red.
Benny Newell: How can you tell through all that growth?
Dick sprints back to his corner on his knees and hugs the leg of his partner. Stevens just shakes his head and tags himself into the match, as he comes in, Diamond tags himself in much to the chagrin of Hollywood.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood not liking that when he had the match in his control.
Diamond and Stevens lock up and Stevens throws him down. The two bulls lock up again and Stevens transitions to a side headlock before taking Diamond down to the mat and stands up staring down at him and shakes the dust off his shoulders. Diamond not happy with the taunting bounces up and goes for a clothesline that the LSD champion easily ducks under and as he hits the ropes, Dick clubs Diamond in the back of the neck that staggers him forward to the awaiting Scorpion.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with a belly-to-belly slam.
Hortega slides in for the cover.
Uno.
Dos.
Joe Hoffman: Diamond gets the shoulder up.
Benny Newell: The only good thing about a Chris Diamond match is that I get to watch him get beat up.
Stevens takes a few steps back and measures the former LSD champion. Stevens dashes in and boots Diamond in the side of the head before following it up with a quick drop of the leg. Hollywood is pacing in his corner looking on as Stevens drags Diamond to his corner and makes the tag to Fury. Dick jumps over the top rope and begins putting the boots to the former Lady Killer. Dick puts Diamond in a reverse chinlock and wrenches back.
Joe Hoffman: Diamond feeling the early onslaught of Dick and Stevens.
Dick begins to pry at the eyes of Diamond.
1.
2.
3.
4.
Dick breaks before Hortega reaches five.
Joe Hoffman: Dick was almost disqualified there.
Benny Newell: Nonsense Hoffman. If Hortega doesn’t know his role America will have his ass deported.
Dick pulls back Diamond head just enough and begins to rub his hairy, sweaty arm pit into the face and mouth of The Jackhammer.
Joe Hoffman: That’s just disgusting.
Benny Newell: It’s great! Where’s my drink?!?!?
Diamond reaches up and rakes the eyes of Dick and Fury releases the hold. Diamond takes a moment to catch his breath and not vomit all over the ring before crawling his way over to his corner. Dick regains his vision and quickly sprints over to Diamond. Dick grabs the leg of Diamond and begins to tug, but Diamond counters with an enzuigiri to the side of Dick’s head that stuns him long enough for Diamond to make the tag to Brian Hollywood and eat a flying shoulder tackle.
Joe Hoffman: Dick just got his bell rung.
Hollywood slides in for a cover.
Uno.
Dos.
Kickout.
Hollywood begins to drop elbows onto the fallen Fury before topping it off with a running knee drop across the chest. Cover.
Uno.
Dos.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with the save.
Stevens pulls Hollywood off of Dick to break the count before taking his place back on the apron. Hollywood goes over to pick up Dick…..
Joe Hoffman: Small package!
Benny Newell: Dick’s not going to be happy you said that.
Joe Hoffman: A didn’t mean it like….nevermind.
Uno.
Dos.
Kickout!!!
As Hollywood gets up he levels Dick with a clothesline.
Benny Newell: I think Dick’s gum landed in my bottle of Jack.
As Hollywood gets to his feet he makes his way over to Dick Fury and picks him up and tosses him into the ropes. Dick ducks the clothesline attempt and begins to pick up steam as he also ducks under a back elbow and launches himself at Hollywood for a cross body.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood catches Fury mid-air but staggers a bit.
Hollywood moves away from his corner and hits a side effect onto Dick Fury and goes for the pin when Joel Hortega begins babbling something in that no speak a ingles language. Hollywood looks around for the ref and jumps up yelling and demanding why Hortega isn’t counting.
Joe Hoffman: I think we know why Hortega isn’t counting Benny.
Benny Newell: Yep. Toxic Sting time!
Stevens quietly sneaks into the ring and gets behind his ICONIC opponent. He whips him around and plants a boot to the gut and goes for the Toxic Sting.
Benny Newell: BULLSHIT!
Joe Hoffman: There is some fight left in the PWX Hall of Famer as he blocked Stevens finisher.
As Stevens turns back to face Hollywood he sidesteps just in the nick of time from a Hollywood spear. As Hollywood quickly gets back up he eats another boot to the gut.
Benny Newell: TOXIC STING!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Not this time Benny, this time it’s the Arachnid-Plex.
Benny Newell: Finish him!
As Stevens hits his fisherman suplex, he locks his hands to secure the pin.
Benny Newell: The fuck is that wetback doing Hoffman?!?!?!?
Joe Hoffman: I don’t know Benny, but look at Diamond.
As Hortega continues to speak that gibberish, Diamond launches himself off of the top rope.
Joe Hoffman: Jackhammer Splash!!!!!!!
Benny Newell: God damn Salvadorian!
Joe Hoffman: He’s Mexican Benny.
Benny Newell: What difference does it make?!?!? Fucker is still a damn beaner!
Diamond breaks the hold but also knocks the wind out of his sails as well as he begins to roll around on the mat gasping for air.
Joe Hoffman: Diamond did an equal amount of damage to himself with that move.
Benny Newell: He’s an idiot Hoffman. Fucker knocks himself out opening his eyes each morning.
Diamond begins to stir and crawl his way over to Stevens. He drapes an arm over the chest of the LSD champion. Hortega slides in to make the count.
Uno.
Dos.
Benny Newell: FUCK YOU BEANER! FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tres.
No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dick Fury breaks it up.
Benny Newell: ‘Bout time Dick did something right!!!
Dick begins to stomp away at the prone Diamond while Hortega is trying to restrain him and get him back into his corner.
Joe Hoffman: Hortega trying to restrain Fury and send him back to his corner.
Benny Newell: Hortega is two seconds away from me calling immigration of his Colombian ass.
As Dick shrugs off Hortega and makes his way back over to Diamond he meets the waiting foot of Brian Hollwood.
Joe Hoffman: Executive Promise!
The kick sends Dick spiraling out of the ring and onto the floor.
Benny Newell: Get up Stevens!
Hollywood grabs the arm of Diamond and drags him to their corner where he tags himself in and waits for Stevens to get to his feet.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood looking to end it here.
Benny Newell: Look out!
Hollywood hits another Executive Promise that sends the LSD champion slingshotting off the ropes and back to a waiting Brian Hollywood.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood doubles Stevens over with that kick to the stomach.
Benny Newell: I can’t watch.
Hollywood locks Stevens with a front facelock.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like Hollywood is going for The Layoff.
As Hollywood twists to hit his DDT, Stevens counters the twist with a twist of his own.
Benny Newell: TOXIC STING!!! Count that shit beaner! COUNT!!!!
Uno.
Dos.
Tres.
Hortega signals for the bell.
Brian McVay: And here are your winners, representing the Best Alliance…. , DICK! FUUUUUURYYYYYY! AND SCOTT! STEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEENS!
Benny Newell: That’s right Hoffman, never count out the BA!
Dick Fury begins to slide into the ring and Hortega hands Stevens his championship. Joel Hortega raises both winners hands and Dick Fury begins to yell at the two losers before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and posing for the cameras while Stevens simply looks downward at Brian Hollywood and puts a boot on his chest before raising the LSD championship high in the air.
Joe Hoffman: Could that be the picture at ICONIC?
Benny Newell: Damn right it is.
We cut to backstage.