Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 15, 2018 5:48:05 GMT
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event of the evening! The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for a one fall…
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area.
Joe Hoffman: And here we go! Tonight’s main event match, ready to get underway!
Benny Newell: About fucking time, Joe. This whole show has needed way more Best Alliance.
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. Chris Benoit level booing 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!" The jeering intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the reigning High Octane Wrestling LSD champion.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first to the ring, hailing from Houston, Texas, and weighing in at two hundred fifty-six pounds… THE SCORPION SCOTT STEEEEEEVENS!!!
Walking down the aisle, he talks trash the entire way 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 down at the crowd, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is the first one out tonight, and he looks ready to go.
Benny Newell: If this hillbilly had half a brain, he would be begging Lee for a job right now.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think that’s his style, Benny.
Benny Newell: And what would you know of style, Hoffhole? Have you seen yourself lately? You need a Hawaiian shirt or something to go with that tie.
Joe Hoffman: Um, no thanks.
“Dirty Deeds” by AC/DC is next to blare throughout the arena, which announces the arrival of HOW’s Icon Champion, the backbone and foundation for the new Best Alliance…
Bryan McVay: Now introducing his teammate to the ring, hailing from Miami, Florida, and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds… JOOOOOOHN SEEEEKTOOOOOOR!!!!!
The arena dissolves into even more jeers as John makes his way to the ring wearing his usually conceited smirk, but stops to measure Stevens with a look of distrust.
Joe Hoffman: Sektor still unsure of Stevens intentions tonight, and keeps his distance.
Benny Newell: You’re right, Stevens should have been braying his allegiance to Lee this whole time!
Joe Hoffman: That’s not exactly what I meant, Benny.
The instrumental chorus of Pink Floyd’s “Eclipse” is suddenly deployed through the airwaves, cutting off any further debate, and the whole arena soon reverberates with even more boos as Prof. Keller steps out from the backstage area… the ninety-seven red titanium mask still covering half of his face.
Bryan McVay: Now introducing the first of their opponents to the ring, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at two hundred eighteen pounds…. PROFESSOOOOOR KELLEEEEEER!!!
Joe Hoffman: And here comes The Good Professor looking the worse for wear to say the least.
Benny Newell: He’s not going to wrestle with that ridiculous mask, is he?
Joe Hoffman: I don’t know, Benny, that’s-
Benny Newell: -That’s fucking illegal is what that is! Boettcher better not let that shit go down!
Joe Hoffman: Actually, Benny, Professor Keller might be forced to wear the protective mask. As many of you already know, his face was burned pretty severely at Rumble at the Rock.
Benny Newell: He got what he deserved, Hoffhole! You fuck with a bull, you get the horns! You fuck with God, you get the lake of fire! DRINK!!
The Good Professor poses at the top of the ramp to take in the disdainful atmosphere with a smug sneer, almost curling his top lip, well, half of it. Satisfied, or maybe not, he makes his way down to the ring, elegantly mounting the steps, and crossing through the ropes for a final pose. He then removes his tie and glasses, and suddenly rips away his custom made break-away suit, handing it all to a ringside official with strict instructions to place it nearby. He then begins to use the ropes to stretch out as his theme fades from the sound system.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like Boettcher is making him keep the protective mask on to cover his wounds.
Benny Newell: Bullshit! God will hear of this insolence, I guarantee it!
"The Happy Song" by Poets Of The Fall hit’s the speakers, and the crowd finally erupts into cheers as the new HOW WORLD CHAMPION, David Black, walks out from the backstage area dressed in his "wrestling attire", black jeans and a black sleeveless shirt with the words "I told you" printed on the front and the words "I'm a psycho" printed on the back.
Bryan McVay: Now introducing his tag team partner for the evening, and new HOW World Champion, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds…. DAAAAAVIIIIID BLAAAAAACK!!!!!
Black marches down to the ring at a brisk pace, sometimes stopping randomly to bust out a strange dance move or two, other times singing along with the lyrics to the entrance theme. As he nears the ring he starts running and slides into the ring where he busts out a few more random, wacky looking dance moves until his music dies down, and sometimes he even continues after that.
Benny Newell: Will you look at this fucking fruit dancing around? Act like you’ve won a title before!
Joe Hoffman: For some reason, I don’t think the world title has anything to do with David Black’s mental state.
Benny Newell: Well it should, that way he at least knows WHY Sektor is kicking the shit out of him tonight!
Matt Boettcher begins to check each wrestler for illegal objects. Satisfied, he then relieves each champion of their coveted title, and walks each belt over to the timekeeper, but not before being berated by John Sektor about taking good care of his Icon Championship, and keeping an eye on it, etcetera. Boettcher gives his assurances just to shut him up, and then calls for the bell…
DING!! DING!! DING!!
…except each team continues to argue about who will start the match.
Joe Hoffman: And it looks like no one wants to start this thing off.
Benny Newell: Can you blame them, Joe! Who would want to step through those ropes to face Sektor?
Joe Hoffman: Um, Benny, it doesn’t look like Sektor wants to start this match either.
Benny Newell: Fuck that, Joe! You’re obviously mislead by the body language! John can’t wait to humiliate David Black for Lee, especially after what he did at RATR!!
Joe Hoffman: You mean win?
Professor Keller argues with Black that he is not one hundred percent because of his burns, while Sektor argues with Stevens just for the hell of it, when suddenly…
…Sektor lunges at Black from behind with a massive clothesline to start the match, and Black drops to the mat as The Professor dives from the ring, rolling for the safety of the apron.
Benny Newell: See that shit, Joe! I told you John was dying to start this match!
Joe Hoffman: The attack from behind, you mean? How could-
Benny Newell: -Shut the fuck up! If Black wants to stand in the middle of the ring like he owns the motherfucker, then he should be paying attention! DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: Actually, I have to agree with you there, simply because you can’t take your eyes off of Sektor for a second.
Benny Newell: You know, Hoffhole… I’ll let that one slide.
John quickly capitalizes on his advantage with a perfectly placed dropkick just as Black tries to scramble to his feet… then another one… And another!
Joe Hoffman: Three beautiful dropkicks in quick succession, and one has to admit, Sektor with an impressive start out there tonight.
Benny Newell: You can bet that ugly fucking tie of yours, Joe! By the time this is over, we can just make Sektor the default World Champion!
Joe Hoffman: I highly doubt that, Benny, but no one can doubt that a victory over the new HOW World Champion here on Mayhem tonight would definitely put him in the title hunt as number one contender.
Benny Newell: Remember you said that, Joe… just… remember.
After the third standing dropkick, Black is a bit wobbly to his feet, and John sees the opening to close width, first grabbing Black in a front facelock... then snapping off an elementary suplex before floating over for the cover…
1...
Kick out!
Joe Hoffman: You’re not going to put away the World Champ that easy.
Benny Newell: Hey, hey! Easy with your generalizations! This is John Sektor we are talking about here! The NEW Hand of God for the Best Alliance!
Joe Hoffman: You’re right, for a moment I forgot who my commentating partner was.
Benny Newell: Wait, what?
Sektor wastes no time slapping on a standard side-headlock to control the situation, giving Black zero time to recover, and after briefly analyzing the ring, Sektor goes for a running bulldog…
…But David Black powers out of it, and instead throws Sektor into the ropes!
Sektor bounces off the ropes, and Black dives to the mat, causing Sektor to hurdle over him. When Sektor comes running back through for a second pass however... Black catches him off guard with a highly athletic HURRICANRANA!!
Sektor attempts to scramble to his feet, and regain his senses, but… Black is waiting for him with a HUGE power slam that shakes the ring!
The crowd cheers, ecstatic at the sudden turn of events, but Sektor rolls out of the ring before Black can build any further momentum, and orders Boettcher to call him off so that he can climb back into the ring.
Boettcher obliges, for the sake of fairness, but immediately upon reentering the ring, Sektor makes a quick tag out to Stevens, refusing to further lock horns with David Black.
Being no fool, and seeing that Stevens is fresh, Black also turns to tag out of the match and take a breather, but…
Professor Keller ignores the tag, and even jumps down from the apron to the arena floor to further distance himself from Black, making the tag impossible, while the Professor yells back “You’ve got this! You can do it! You’re the World Champ, remember?”
Needless to say, David Black is furious, even kicking the ropes where Keller just stood a moment before, and the crowd begins to boo The Professor’s cowardice as well.
Joe Hoffman: Professor Keller avoiding the tag, and the crowd not liking it one bit either.
Benny Newell: Fucking slobs, what do they know?! Avoiding the Best Alliance has been the smartest thing Keller has done in a long time!
Professor Keller then points for Black to turn around, but when he finally does…
Stevens greets him with a powerful running lariat that practically turns him inside out, and quickly drops down for the cover…
1...
2...
Kick out!!
Black powers a shoulder up just in time, but Stevens stays on him, really laying to the boots to him before he can even regain his footing.
Stevens then hoists Black up into a standing vertical suplex… holding it… holding it…
Before finally…
BAM!!
Stevens jarring the entire ring with that impact! He goes for another cover…
1...
2...
NO!! Another kick out by Black!!
Joe Hoffman: Black showing incredible resilience tonight, despite the fact that he is fighting against a two-on-one disadvantage!
Benny Newell: In the end, they all bow before the might of the Best Alliance! You’ll see, Joe!
Joe Hoffman: Well things definitely don’t look good for the World Champion, especially if he doesn’t get some help from his partner, and I mean soon!
Not taking any chances, Stevens drags Black over to his own corner, tags in a fresh John Sektor, and they both begin to pummel him mercilessly into the turnbuckle.
Stevens then hoists Black up onto his shoulders, and holds him there while Sektor ascends the ropes. Boettcher is almost to a five count when Sektor launches himself off the top rope into a flying cross body…
…and nails it clean!
Sektor and Black crash to the mat all the way from Stevens’s shoulders, and Sektor hooks a leg for the win…
1...
2...
3!!
NO!!! SAVE BY KELLER!!!
Joe Hoffman: What the…?? A save by Professor Keller, but he won’t tag into the match?
Benny Newell: I’m beginning to see a game plan here, Joe, and I don‘t like the smell of it one bit! Someone better get God on the line and… Oh wait, never mind… that smell is just the hooker taint I left on my upper lip.
Joe Hoffman: You are… impossible… you know that?
Sektor rolls off of Black a bit groggy after the boot to the back of the head by Keller, but not nearly as groggy as Black, who still struggles to his feet after the beating he has taken thus far, and is immediately caught…
…with a belly-to-belly suplex by Sektor!
Instead of going for the pin, however, Sektor decides to drag Black back over to his own corner, and tag Stevens back into the match. They both take full advantage of the five second rule, first throwing Black into the ropes, and then greeting him with a powerful double clothesline!!
Joe Hoffman: Sektor and Stevens showing some surprising synergy here in tonight’s main event!
Benny Newell: This has Lee’s signature all over it! Sektor is a flawless captain, and the GOD of HOW knows it!
Joe Hoffman: Hmm. It remains to be seen, however, if Stevens will decide in favor of the Best Alliance.
Benny Newell: Are you paying attention, Joe? Lee has The Gold Standard out here! This hillbilly Stevens is just along for the ride! It doesn’t matter what Stevens wants… it only matters what Lee wants!
Sektor begins to demand that Stevens lay Black’s neck across the second rope for a blatant choke, but…
Stevens refuses him point blank, sending Sektor into a rage!
Stevens just ignores him, and goes back to work, setting Black up for…
TOXIC STING!!!
NO!!!
Black fights out of it, and throws Stevens into the ropes instead… BACK BODY DROP!!
HIP-TOSS!!!
ANOTHER HIP-TOSS!!
Joe Hoffman: The crowd is on their feet, getting behind David Black as he gathers some much needed momentum!
Benny would comment, but his nerves are on edge, and it's bottoms up for his bottle of Jack.
Stevens, on the other hand, is reeling from the sudden turn of events, and stumbling to his feet in a daze…
BLACK NAILS A SPINEBUSTER!!
David Black goes for the cover, holding on for dear life…
1...
2...
NO!!! SAVE BY SEKTOR!!
Joe Hoffman: Black doing his absolute best to mount an offense here, but-
Benny Newell: -His best is not enough, Joe! This is John Fucking Sektor we are talking about here! The Gold Standard!
Joe Hoffman: But-
Benny Newell: -GOLD!! STANDARD!! DRINK!
Black and Stevens are both slow to their feet…
Both reaching for a tag…
SMACK!!
STEVENS MAKES THE TAG!!!
Black reaches for the tag just as Sektor launches himself into the ring…
His hand outstretched…
Almost... there…
But again Professor Keller thinks better of it at the last second, and pulls his hand back just before Black can make the tag out.
The arena erupts into more jeers as Sektor grabs Black by the foot and hauls him back into the middle of the ring.
Sektor, taking no chances, begins to drop elbows across the back of Black’s head to keep him disorganized.
Joe Hoffman: You have to wonder what is going through Keller’s mind… is teaching Black a lesson of sorts more important than winning?
Benny Newell: I think he has finally learned to stay the fuck out of Lee Best’s way, which would make him a smarter man than I ever gave him credit for!
Sektor finally hoists Black onto his feet, and… HITS A PERFECT RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Sektor rolls Black over for the pin…
1...
2...
NO!! ANOTHER KICK OUT BY BLACK!!
Joe Joffman: Black still showing incredible resilience, and this time Professor Keller didn’t even budge from the apron.
Benny Newell: See? He’s learning. Almost over now, Joe.
Sektor senses it too, and sends Black flying into his own turnbuckle with an Irish-whip, where he then demands that Stevens hold his arms in place.
Stevens is reluctant at first, especially with Boettcher warning him not to, but Stevens finally relents, and holds Black firmly in place, so that he cannot move from the turnbuckle.
Boettcher begins an ineffective five count as Sektor charges in for the kill…
…BUT BLACK GETS A BOOT UP!!!
Sektor catches the boot full in the face and stumbles backwards. Stevens looks shocked, and begins to yell ‘I told you so’ at Sektor.
Black takes full advantage of the brief lull, comes charging out of the corner like a bat out of hell, and… catches Sektor off guard with a flying Lou-Thesz-press!!
Black begins to smash Sektor’s head into the canvas repeatedly, until even the crowd is counting along!
…6!!
…7!!
…8!!
…9!!
…10!!
Without so much as a pause, Black leaps to his feet, charges back into the corner where Stevens was looking on…
AND NAILS STEVENS WITH A FLYING FOREARM!!
Joe Hoffman: And Black just sent Stevens flying from the apron!! David Black is on fire!!
Benny Newell: NOOO!!! He can’t do that!! Do your goddamned job, Boettcher!! Get that maniac under control!
Black then turns his full attention on a reeling John Sektor, meeting The Gold Standard with rights and lefts in the middle of the ring.
Black then goes to send Sektor into the ropes… but no!
Sektor reverses and sends Black into the ropes instead!
Black ducks under a clothesline, hit’s the opposite ropes, and comes charging back through with momentum…
Except Sektor catches him with a boot to the midsection!!
C-SEKTION!!! C-SEKTION!!!
NO!!!
Reversal….
B L A C K O U T ! ! ! !
Joe Hoffman: HE DID IT!!! HE JUST LEVELED SEKTOR WITH A BLACKOUT!!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!! WHAT A COMEBACK!!!
Benny Newell: NOOOO!!! How could this happen?! Somebody do something!!
Joe Hoffman: Wait a second, here comes Professor Keller…WHAT THE…??
CENTRIFUGAL ELBOW!!!
David Black merely slumps to the mat after catching that elbow full in the face, in which Professor Keller then drops over Sektor for a cover of his own...
Joe Hoffman: No! Not like this!
Benny Newell: Not at all!! Get in there Stevens!!
1...
Stevens gains his feet on the outside, and finally notices what happened in the ring…
2...
Stevens quickly shakes off the cobwebs, and dives into the ring…
…one second too late.
3!!!
DING!! DING!! DING!!
Bryan McVay: And here are your winners, in fifteen minutes tweny-four seconds... DAVID BLACK AND PROFESSOR KELLER!!!
Joe Hoffman: And there’s the replay… Professor Keller apparently made the blind tag, right there, just as Black hit the ropes near his own corner, and it looks like despite everything Black went through, in the end, Professor Keller has stolen the victory for himself.
Benny begins to bang his head repeatedly against the table…
Benny Newell: No! No! No! No!
..before then drowning himself in more Jack Daniels.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area.
Joe Hoffman: And here we go! Tonight’s main event match, ready to get underway!
Benny Newell: About fucking time, Joe. This whole show has needed way more Best Alliance.
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. Chris Benoit level booing 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!" The jeering intensifies as the instrumental after the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the reigning High Octane Wrestling LSD champion.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first to the ring, hailing from Houston, Texas, and weighing in at two hundred fifty-six pounds… THE SCORPION SCOTT STEEEEEEVENS!!!
Walking down the aisle, he talks trash the entire way 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 down at the crowd, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is the first one out tonight, and he looks ready to go.
Benny Newell: If this hillbilly had half a brain, he would be begging Lee for a job right now.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think that’s his style, Benny.
Benny Newell: And what would you know of style, Hoffhole? Have you seen yourself lately? You need a Hawaiian shirt or something to go with that tie.
Joe Hoffman: Um, no thanks.
“Dirty Deeds” by AC/DC is next to blare throughout the arena, which announces the arrival of HOW’s Icon Champion, the backbone and foundation for the new Best Alliance…
Bryan McVay: Now introducing his teammate to the ring, hailing from Miami, Florida, and weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds… JOOOOOOHN SEEEEKTOOOOOOR!!!!!
The arena dissolves into even more jeers as John makes his way to the ring wearing his usually conceited smirk, but stops to measure Stevens with a look of distrust.
Joe Hoffman: Sektor still unsure of Stevens intentions tonight, and keeps his distance.
Benny Newell: You’re right, Stevens should have been braying his allegiance to Lee this whole time!
Joe Hoffman: That’s not exactly what I meant, Benny.
The instrumental chorus of Pink Floyd’s “Eclipse” is suddenly deployed through the airwaves, cutting off any further debate, and the whole arena soon reverberates with even more boos as Prof. Keller steps out from the backstage area… the ninety-seven red titanium mask still covering half of his face.
Bryan McVay: Now introducing the first of their opponents to the ring, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at two hundred eighteen pounds…. PROFESSOOOOOR KELLEEEEEER!!!
Joe Hoffman: And here comes The Good Professor looking the worse for wear to say the least.
Benny Newell: He’s not going to wrestle with that ridiculous mask, is he?
Joe Hoffman: I don’t know, Benny, that’s-
Benny Newell: -That’s fucking illegal is what that is! Boettcher better not let that shit go down!
Joe Hoffman: Actually, Benny, Professor Keller might be forced to wear the protective mask. As many of you already know, his face was burned pretty severely at Rumble at the Rock.
Benny Newell: He got what he deserved, Hoffhole! You fuck with a bull, you get the horns! You fuck with God, you get the lake of fire! DRINK!!
The Good Professor poses at the top of the ramp to take in the disdainful atmosphere with a smug sneer, almost curling his top lip, well, half of it. Satisfied, or maybe not, he makes his way down to the ring, elegantly mounting the steps, and crossing through the ropes for a final pose. He then removes his tie and glasses, and suddenly rips away his custom made break-away suit, handing it all to a ringside official with strict instructions to place it nearby. He then begins to use the ropes to stretch out as his theme fades from the sound system.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like Boettcher is making him keep the protective mask on to cover his wounds.
Benny Newell: Bullshit! God will hear of this insolence, I guarantee it!
"The Happy Song" by Poets Of The Fall hit’s the speakers, and the crowd finally erupts into cheers as the new HOW WORLD CHAMPION, David Black, walks out from the backstage area dressed in his "wrestling attire", black jeans and a black sleeveless shirt with the words "I told you" printed on the front and the words "I'm a psycho" printed on the back.
Bryan McVay: Now introducing his tag team partner for the evening, and new HOW World Champion, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds…. DAAAAAVIIIIID BLAAAAAACK!!!!!
Black marches down to the ring at a brisk pace, sometimes stopping randomly to bust out a strange dance move or two, other times singing along with the lyrics to the entrance theme. As he nears the ring he starts running and slides into the ring where he busts out a few more random, wacky looking dance moves until his music dies down, and sometimes he even continues after that.
Benny Newell: Will you look at this fucking fruit dancing around? Act like you’ve won a title before!
Joe Hoffman: For some reason, I don’t think the world title has anything to do with David Black’s mental state.
Benny Newell: Well it should, that way he at least knows WHY Sektor is kicking the shit out of him tonight!
Matt Boettcher begins to check each wrestler for illegal objects. Satisfied, he then relieves each champion of their coveted title, and walks each belt over to the timekeeper, but not before being berated by John Sektor about taking good care of his Icon Championship, and keeping an eye on it, etcetera. Boettcher gives his assurances just to shut him up, and then calls for the bell…
DING!! DING!! DING!!
…except each team continues to argue about who will start the match.
Joe Hoffman: And it looks like no one wants to start this thing off.
Benny Newell: Can you blame them, Joe! Who would want to step through those ropes to face Sektor?
Joe Hoffman: Um, Benny, it doesn’t look like Sektor wants to start this match either.
Benny Newell: Fuck that, Joe! You’re obviously mislead by the body language! John can’t wait to humiliate David Black for Lee, especially after what he did at RATR!!
Joe Hoffman: You mean win?
Professor Keller argues with Black that he is not one hundred percent because of his burns, while Sektor argues with Stevens just for the hell of it, when suddenly…
…Sektor lunges at Black from behind with a massive clothesline to start the match, and Black drops to the mat as The Professor dives from the ring, rolling for the safety of the apron.
Benny Newell: See that shit, Joe! I told you John was dying to start this match!
Joe Hoffman: The attack from behind, you mean? How could-
Benny Newell: -Shut the fuck up! If Black wants to stand in the middle of the ring like he owns the motherfucker, then he should be paying attention! DRINK!
Joe Hoffman: Actually, I have to agree with you there, simply because you can’t take your eyes off of Sektor for a second.
Benny Newell: You know, Hoffhole… I’ll let that one slide.
John quickly capitalizes on his advantage with a perfectly placed dropkick just as Black tries to scramble to his feet… then another one… And another!
Joe Hoffman: Three beautiful dropkicks in quick succession, and one has to admit, Sektor with an impressive start out there tonight.
Benny Newell: You can bet that ugly fucking tie of yours, Joe! By the time this is over, we can just make Sektor the default World Champion!
Joe Hoffman: I highly doubt that, Benny, but no one can doubt that a victory over the new HOW World Champion here on Mayhem tonight would definitely put him in the title hunt as number one contender.
Benny Newell: Remember you said that, Joe… just… remember.
After the third standing dropkick, Black is a bit wobbly to his feet, and John sees the opening to close width, first grabbing Black in a front facelock... then snapping off an elementary suplex before floating over for the cover…
1...
Kick out!
Joe Hoffman: You’re not going to put away the World Champ that easy.
Benny Newell: Hey, hey! Easy with your generalizations! This is John Sektor we are talking about here! The NEW Hand of God for the Best Alliance!
Joe Hoffman: You’re right, for a moment I forgot who my commentating partner was.
Benny Newell: Wait, what?
Sektor wastes no time slapping on a standard side-headlock to control the situation, giving Black zero time to recover, and after briefly analyzing the ring, Sektor goes for a running bulldog…
…But David Black powers out of it, and instead throws Sektor into the ropes!
Sektor bounces off the ropes, and Black dives to the mat, causing Sektor to hurdle over him. When Sektor comes running back through for a second pass however... Black catches him off guard with a highly athletic HURRICANRANA!!
Sektor attempts to scramble to his feet, and regain his senses, but… Black is waiting for him with a HUGE power slam that shakes the ring!
The crowd cheers, ecstatic at the sudden turn of events, but Sektor rolls out of the ring before Black can build any further momentum, and orders Boettcher to call him off so that he can climb back into the ring.
Boettcher obliges, for the sake of fairness, but immediately upon reentering the ring, Sektor makes a quick tag out to Stevens, refusing to further lock horns with David Black.
Being no fool, and seeing that Stevens is fresh, Black also turns to tag out of the match and take a breather, but…
Professor Keller ignores the tag, and even jumps down from the apron to the arena floor to further distance himself from Black, making the tag impossible, while the Professor yells back “You’ve got this! You can do it! You’re the World Champ, remember?”
Needless to say, David Black is furious, even kicking the ropes where Keller just stood a moment before, and the crowd begins to boo The Professor’s cowardice as well.
Joe Hoffman: Professor Keller avoiding the tag, and the crowd not liking it one bit either.
Benny Newell: Fucking slobs, what do they know?! Avoiding the Best Alliance has been the smartest thing Keller has done in a long time!
Professor Keller then points for Black to turn around, but when he finally does…
Stevens greets him with a powerful running lariat that practically turns him inside out, and quickly drops down for the cover…
1...
2...
Kick out!!
Black powers a shoulder up just in time, but Stevens stays on him, really laying to the boots to him before he can even regain his footing.
Stevens then hoists Black up into a standing vertical suplex… holding it… holding it…
Before finally…
BAM!!
Stevens jarring the entire ring with that impact! He goes for another cover…
1...
2...
NO!! Another kick out by Black!!
Joe Hoffman: Black showing incredible resilience tonight, despite the fact that he is fighting against a two-on-one disadvantage!
Benny Newell: In the end, they all bow before the might of the Best Alliance! You’ll see, Joe!
Joe Hoffman: Well things definitely don’t look good for the World Champion, especially if he doesn’t get some help from his partner, and I mean soon!
Not taking any chances, Stevens drags Black over to his own corner, tags in a fresh John Sektor, and they both begin to pummel him mercilessly into the turnbuckle.
Stevens then hoists Black up onto his shoulders, and holds him there while Sektor ascends the ropes. Boettcher is almost to a five count when Sektor launches himself off the top rope into a flying cross body…
…and nails it clean!
Sektor and Black crash to the mat all the way from Stevens’s shoulders, and Sektor hooks a leg for the win…
1...
2...
3!!
NO!!! SAVE BY KELLER!!!
Joe Hoffman: What the…?? A save by Professor Keller, but he won’t tag into the match?
Benny Newell: I’m beginning to see a game plan here, Joe, and I don‘t like the smell of it one bit! Someone better get God on the line and… Oh wait, never mind… that smell is just the hooker taint I left on my upper lip.
Joe Hoffman: You are… impossible… you know that?
Sektor rolls off of Black a bit groggy after the boot to the back of the head by Keller, but not nearly as groggy as Black, who still struggles to his feet after the beating he has taken thus far, and is immediately caught…
…with a belly-to-belly suplex by Sektor!
Instead of going for the pin, however, Sektor decides to drag Black back over to his own corner, and tag Stevens back into the match. They both take full advantage of the five second rule, first throwing Black into the ropes, and then greeting him with a powerful double clothesline!!
Joe Hoffman: Sektor and Stevens showing some surprising synergy here in tonight’s main event!
Benny Newell: This has Lee’s signature all over it! Sektor is a flawless captain, and the GOD of HOW knows it!
Joe Hoffman: Hmm. It remains to be seen, however, if Stevens will decide in favor of the Best Alliance.
Benny Newell: Are you paying attention, Joe? Lee has The Gold Standard out here! This hillbilly Stevens is just along for the ride! It doesn’t matter what Stevens wants… it only matters what Lee wants!
Sektor begins to demand that Stevens lay Black’s neck across the second rope for a blatant choke, but…
Stevens refuses him point blank, sending Sektor into a rage!
Stevens just ignores him, and goes back to work, setting Black up for…
TOXIC STING!!!
NO!!!
Black fights out of it, and throws Stevens into the ropes instead… BACK BODY DROP!!
HIP-TOSS!!!
ANOTHER HIP-TOSS!!
Joe Hoffman: The crowd is on their feet, getting behind David Black as he gathers some much needed momentum!
Benny would comment, but his nerves are on edge, and it's bottoms up for his bottle of Jack.
Stevens, on the other hand, is reeling from the sudden turn of events, and stumbling to his feet in a daze…
BLACK NAILS A SPINEBUSTER!!
David Black goes for the cover, holding on for dear life…
1...
2...
NO!!! SAVE BY SEKTOR!!
Joe Hoffman: Black doing his absolute best to mount an offense here, but-
Benny Newell: -His best is not enough, Joe! This is John Fucking Sektor we are talking about here! The Gold Standard!
Joe Hoffman: But-
Benny Newell: -GOLD!! STANDARD!! DRINK!
Black and Stevens are both slow to their feet…
Both reaching for a tag…
SMACK!!
STEVENS MAKES THE TAG!!!
Black reaches for the tag just as Sektor launches himself into the ring…
His hand outstretched…
Almost... there…
But again Professor Keller thinks better of it at the last second, and pulls his hand back just before Black can make the tag out.
The arena erupts into more jeers as Sektor grabs Black by the foot and hauls him back into the middle of the ring.
Sektor, taking no chances, begins to drop elbows across the back of Black’s head to keep him disorganized.
Joe Hoffman: You have to wonder what is going through Keller’s mind… is teaching Black a lesson of sorts more important than winning?
Benny Newell: I think he has finally learned to stay the fuck out of Lee Best’s way, which would make him a smarter man than I ever gave him credit for!
Sektor finally hoists Black onto his feet, and… HITS A PERFECT RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Sektor rolls Black over for the pin…
1...
2...
NO!! ANOTHER KICK OUT BY BLACK!!
Joe Joffman: Black still showing incredible resilience, and this time Professor Keller didn’t even budge from the apron.
Benny Newell: See? He’s learning. Almost over now, Joe.
Sektor senses it too, and sends Black flying into his own turnbuckle with an Irish-whip, where he then demands that Stevens hold his arms in place.
Stevens is reluctant at first, especially with Boettcher warning him not to, but Stevens finally relents, and holds Black firmly in place, so that he cannot move from the turnbuckle.
Boettcher begins an ineffective five count as Sektor charges in for the kill…
…BUT BLACK GETS A BOOT UP!!!
Sektor catches the boot full in the face and stumbles backwards. Stevens looks shocked, and begins to yell ‘I told you so’ at Sektor.
Black takes full advantage of the brief lull, comes charging out of the corner like a bat out of hell, and… catches Sektor off guard with a flying Lou-Thesz-press!!
Black begins to smash Sektor’s head into the canvas repeatedly, until even the crowd is counting along!
…6!!
…7!!
…8!!
…9!!
…10!!
Without so much as a pause, Black leaps to his feet, charges back into the corner where Stevens was looking on…
AND NAILS STEVENS WITH A FLYING FOREARM!!
Joe Hoffman: And Black just sent Stevens flying from the apron!! David Black is on fire!!
Benny Newell: NOOO!!! He can’t do that!! Do your goddamned job, Boettcher!! Get that maniac under control!
Black then turns his full attention on a reeling John Sektor, meeting The Gold Standard with rights and lefts in the middle of the ring.
Black then goes to send Sektor into the ropes… but no!
Sektor reverses and sends Black into the ropes instead!
Black ducks under a clothesline, hit’s the opposite ropes, and comes charging back through with momentum…
Except Sektor catches him with a boot to the midsection!!
C-SEKTION!!! C-SEKTION!!!
NO!!!
Reversal….
B L A C K O U T ! ! ! !
Joe Hoffman: HE DID IT!!! HE JUST LEVELED SEKTOR WITH A BLACKOUT!!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!! WHAT A COMEBACK!!!
Benny Newell: NOOOO!!! How could this happen?! Somebody do something!!
Joe Hoffman: Wait a second, here comes Professor Keller…WHAT THE…??
CENTRIFUGAL ELBOW!!!
David Black merely slumps to the mat after catching that elbow full in the face, in which Professor Keller then drops over Sektor for a cover of his own...
Joe Hoffman: No! Not like this!
Benny Newell: Not at all!! Get in there Stevens!!
1...
Stevens gains his feet on the outside, and finally notices what happened in the ring…
2...
Stevens quickly shakes off the cobwebs, and dives into the ring…
…one second too late.
3!!!
DING!! DING!! DING!!
Bryan McVay: And here are your winners, in fifteen minutes tweny-four seconds... DAVID BLACK AND PROFESSOR KELLER!!!
Joe Hoffman: And there’s the replay… Professor Keller apparently made the blind tag, right there, just as Black hit the ropes near his own corner, and it looks like despite everything Black went through, in the end, Professor Keller has stolen the victory for himself.
Benny begins to bang his head repeatedly against the table…
Benny Newell: No! No! No! No!
..before then drowning himself in more Jack Daniels.