Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 15, 2018 5:22:07 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. In mere moments we will have Chris Kostoff taking on Scott Stevens in a Texas Death Match. Kostoff has been in hundreds of hardcore contests but one has to wonder if he can beat the LSD champion in his own match.
Benny Newell: The answer is fuck no!
The lights flicker and dim out to darkness. A single white light shines on the stage as "Revolution Is My Name" by Pantera screams across the speakers. From the back Kostoff appears and stands in the spotlight. After a few moments, Kostoff slowly looks up and makes his way down to the ring.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first… from Tampa, Florida and weighing in at 285 pounds… He is The ONE! The ONLY! Chris KOSTOFF!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Kostoff is looking to bounce back from his loss to Brian Hollywood.
Benny Newell: Hoffman, Scottywood’s big gun is going to be embarrassed once again.
Kostoff reaches the ring and stops in front of the steel ring steps. He takes a moment to psyche himself up before letting out a primal scream and slapping the ring steps before climbing them into the ring. Once inside the ring he beats his chest and raises both arms above his head as he lets out another yell as the crowd showers him in praise.
Joe Hoffman: I’m not liking Stevens’ chances here Benny. The look in Kostoff’s eyes says it all and that look is to cause pain and destruction.
Benny Newell: Here let me wipe your mouth.
Joe Hoffman: Why?
Benny Newell: Because you still have some extra jizz you missed.
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!" The crowd starts booing, but it’s not just a normal level of booing. It’s a booing of pure hatred as an electric guitar wails throughout the PA system and the words of Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena, "As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting. I will, tell you what you want to hear and not mean anything. Then I, treat you like a dog, as I shoot my venom in. You pretend you didn't know, that I am The Scorpion, whoa!"
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, he is the reigning High Octane Wrestling LSD Champion, hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 256lbs, he is “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Where is Stevens?
Benny Newell: You got me Hoffman, hopefully he isn’t getting beat down backstage by Scottywood’s band of pussies.
Stevens music begins to play once again as Kostoff paces back and forth looking up towards the ramp and still no one shows.
Joe Hoffman: This is rather odd……Benny look!
Benny Newell: This will be good. Drink!
Stevens hops the barricade and slides into the ring with chair in hand. Stevens waits for Kostoff to turn around nails him with the chair shot that staggers the Hall of Famer.
Ding. Ding.
Joe Hoffman: Cheap shot by Stevens.
Benny Newell: Cheap shot?!?!? Perfectly legal Hoffman. Check the rules.
Stevens runs full force towards Kostoff and obliterates him with a second chair shot that sends the big man to the canvas.
Joe Hoffman: That’s it Kostoff’s out.
Benny Newell: Good, fucker deserves to have his brain scrambled for causing Lee so much problems over the past few months.
Stevens tosses the chair to the mat and stares down at the unconscious Kostoff with a sadistic smile on his face. He then picks up Kostoff and holds him while he laughs.
Scott Stevens: Scotty! Scotty! Where are you Scotty?!?!?!?
Stevens yells as he kisses the forehead of Kostoff before planting him face first onto the steel chair with a swinging reverse STO.
Joe Hoffman: He calls that the Last Rites Before A Bottomline.
Benny Newell: Someone needs to bottomline the big oaf after he took Lee’s eye and buried him in that concrete.
Stevens sits there for a moment to admire his handiwork before crawling over to a pin. Boettcher begins to count.
1.
2.
Stevens picks Kostoff’s shoulders up and the Boettcher begins to yell at him.
Scott Stevens: What?!?!? He kicked out!
Stevens says sarcastically.
Joe Hoffman: Come on ref do your damn job!
Benny Newell: What can he do Hoffman? Kostoff clearly kicked out.
Stevens makes his way over to Kostoff’s legs.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens locks in the Arachnophobia.
Benny Newell: Where’s my popcorn Hoffman? This dismantling is a thing of beauty to watch.
Scott Stevens: Tap! TAP!!!!
Stevens screams as Boettcher raises the arm of Kostoff three times.
As Stevens lets go, the referee begins his ten count.
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10.
Boettcher signals for the bell and Stevens runs over to the nearest corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle and begins cheering as if he won a three hour Iron Man match for the world title.
Bryan McVay: And here is your winner…….“The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Stevens hops down from the corner and grabs the camera that is around him.
Scott Stevens: Scotty, I know you are listening. That was only the beginning my friend. Watch as your future is coming to an end.
Stevens says with a sadistic smile on his face as we cut backstage.
Benny Newell: The answer is fuck no!
The lights flicker and dim out to darkness. A single white light shines on the stage as "Revolution Is My Name" by Pantera screams across the speakers. From the back Kostoff appears and stands in the spotlight. After a few moments, Kostoff slowly looks up and makes his way down to the ring.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first… from Tampa, Florida and weighing in at 285 pounds… He is The ONE! The ONLY! Chris KOSTOFF!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Kostoff is looking to bounce back from his loss to Brian Hollywood.
Benny Newell: Hoffman, Scottywood’s big gun is going to be embarrassed once again.
Kostoff reaches the ring and stops in front of the steel ring steps. He takes a moment to psyche himself up before letting out a primal scream and slapping the ring steps before climbing them into the ring. Once inside the ring he beats his chest and raises both arms above his head as he lets out another yell as the crowd showers him in praise.
Joe Hoffman: I’m not liking Stevens’ chances here Benny. The look in Kostoff’s eyes says it all and that look is to cause pain and destruction.
Benny Newell: Here let me wipe your mouth.
Joe Hoffman: Why?
Benny Newell: Because you still have some extra jizz you missed.
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!" The crowd starts booing, but it’s not just a normal level of booing. It’s a booing of pure hatred as an electric guitar wails throughout the PA system and the words of Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena, "As I climb onto your back, I will promise not to sting. I will, tell you what you want to hear and not mean anything. Then I, treat you like a dog, as I shoot my venom in. You pretend you didn't know, that I am The Scorpion, whoa!"
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, he is the reigning High Octane Wrestling LSD Champion, hailing from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 256lbs, he is “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: Where is Stevens?
Benny Newell: You got me Hoffman, hopefully he isn’t getting beat down backstage by Scottywood’s band of pussies.
Stevens music begins to play once again as Kostoff paces back and forth looking up towards the ramp and still no one shows.
Joe Hoffman: This is rather odd……Benny look!
Benny Newell: This will be good. Drink!
Stevens hops the barricade and slides into the ring with chair in hand. Stevens waits for Kostoff to turn around nails him with the chair shot that staggers the Hall of Famer.
Ding. Ding.
Joe Hoffman: Cheap shot by Stevens.
Benny Newell: Cheap shot?!?!? Perfectly legal Hoffman. Check the rules.
Stevens runs full force towards Kostoff and obliterates him with a second chair shot that sends the big man to the canvas.
Joe Hoffman: That’s it Kostoff’s out.
Benny Newell: Good, fucker deserves to have his brain scrambled for causing Lee so much problems over the past few months.
Stevens tosses the chair to the mat and stares down at the unconscious Kostoff with a sadistic smile on his face. He then picks up Kostoff and holds him while he laughs.
Scott Stevens: Scotty! Scotty! Where are you Scotty?!?!?!?
Stevens yells as he kisses the forehead of Kostoff before planting him face first onto the steel chair with a swinging reverse STO.
Joe Hoffman: He calls that the Last Rites Before A Bottomline.
Benny Newell: Someone needs to bottomline the big oaf after he took Lee’s eye and buried him in that concrete.
Stevens sits there for a moment to admire his handiwork before crawling over to a pin. Boettcher begins to count.
1.
2.
Stevens picks Kostoff’s shoulders up and the Boettcher begins to yell at him.
Scott Stevens: What?!?!? He kicked out!
Stevens says sarcastically.
Joe Hoffman: Come on ref do your damn job!
Benny Newell: What can he do Hoffman? Kostoff clearly kicked out.
Stevens makes his way over to Kostoff’s legs.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens locks in the Arachnophobia.
Benny Newell: Where’s my popcorn Hoffman? This dismantling is a thing of beauty to watch.
Scott Stevens: Tap! TAP!!!!
Stevens screams as Boettcher raises the arm of Kostoff three times.
As Stevens lets go, the referee begins his ten count.
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9.
10.
Boettcher signals for the bell and Stevens runs over to the nearest corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle and begins cheering as if he won a three hour Iron Man match for the world title.
Bryan McVay: And here is your winner…….“The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
Stevens hops down from the corner and grabs the camera that is around him.
Scott Stevens: Scotty, I know you are listening. That was only the beginning my friend. Watch as your future is coming to an end.
Stevens says with a sadistic smile on his face as we cut backstage.