Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 15, 2018 6:14:34 GMT
"I am the Scorpion, whoaaaaa!"
The crowd begins to cheer as a mashup of "I Stand Alone" and "Amazing" hits the speakers, drawing Scott Stevens out from the entranceway and onto the stage. He cracks his neck, limbering up in place at the top of the ramp as he stares down into the ring. There is only one thing on The Scorpion’s mind tonight-- the HOW ICON Championship.
He makes his way down the ramp before climbing up into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens tonight looking to recapture the HOW ICON Championship, a title that Jace took from him before War Games.
Benny Newell: Jace still works here?
Joe Hoffman: Yes, Benny. He’s the ICON Champion.
Benny Newell: Fucking seriously? No, you’re fucking with me. The Lee Best I know and love would have fired that dickhead thirty five seconds into the War Games match. You know, five seconds after he was FUCKING ELIMINATED.
Scott Stevens takes his corner and awaits the arrival of the defending champion.
The crowd anticipates Jace’s theme music, but it never shows up. Weird how that happens, that his music would just... no show like that. After a confusing few seconds where it appears that the reigning ICON Champion might not even appear tonight, Jace makes his way out from the back, looking barely present. He holds the ICON Title over his head with a distinct lack of give-a-shit on his face, making his way slowly down the ramp before sliding into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: The champion certainly looks... ready to compete tonight.
Benny Newell: What are you talking about, Joe? He looks like he’s-- oh wait, sarcasm... I get it.
Jace has barely handed off the belt when Scott Stevens charges in with a barrage of right hands, wanting his title back tonight in a pretty obvious way. Nigel Lette shrugs, ringing the bell before he even has the opportunity to hand the title off to the timekeeper.
DING DING DING
Jace is rattled into the corner by a series of punches, barely managing to stumble forward and escape. It doesn’t matter though, because in less time than it takes to make a Skype call to an imaginary Internet girlfriend, Stevens boots him in the stomach and nails a picture perfect stunner!
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! LITERALLY THREE SECONDS INTO THE MATCH!
Benny Newell: He’s lasting longer than he did at War Games...
Stevens drops for the cover, which Nigel Lette has to count one handed... still holding the title and all.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
The bell rings, as Scott Stevens stands up from his opponent, having not even broken a sweat tonight. He snatches his title back from Nigel Lette, holding it high above his head as Bryan McVay actually gets startled out of what he’s doing, not realizing the match is actually over already.
Bryan McVay: I, uh, what? Oh! HERE IS YOUR WINNER, IN.... wow, seven seconds? In SEVEN SECONDS, and your NEW HOW ICON CHAMPION.... SCOTT STEEEEEEVENS!
Scott Stevens gets onto the turnbuckle, holding the title high over his head, celebrating to the crowd as they lose their fucking minds cheering. This would be the perfect time for Jace’s War Games captain, Michael Lee Best, to make his way down to the ring and fucking destroy Jace Parker Davidson for being abso-fucking-lutely useless at War Games and then not showing up to fight at Chaos, but he doesn’t do that. Because he doesn’t want to take anything away from Scott Stevens, who deserves the HOW ICON Championship, and because at this point who the fuck cares about Jace Parker Davidson anyway. He’s gone, that’s all that really matters.
The camera cuts away.
The crowd begins to cheer as a mashup of "I Stand Alone" and "Amazing" hits the speakers, drawing Scott Stevens out from the entranceway and onto the stage. He cracks his neck, limbering up in place at the top of the ramp as he stares down into the ring. There is only one thing on The Scorpion’s mind tonight-- the HOW ICON Championship.
He makes his way down the ramp before climbing up into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens tonight looking to recapture the HOW ICON Championship, a title that Jace took from him before War Games.
Benny Newell: Jace still works here?
Joe Hoffman: Yes, Benny. He’s the ICON Champion.
Benny Newell: Fucking seriously? No, you’re fucking with me. The Lee Best I know and love would have fired that dickhead thirty five seconds into the War Games match. You know, five seconds after he was FUCKING ELIMINATED.
Scott Stevens takes his corner and awaits the arrival of the defending champion.
The crowd anticipates Jace’s theme music, but it never shows up. Weird how that happens, that his music would just... no show like that. After a confusing few seconds where it appears that the reigning ICON Champion might not even appear tonight, Jace makes his way out from the back, looking barely present. He holds the ICON Title over his head with a distinct lack of give-a-shit on his face, making his way slowly down the ramp before sliding into the ring.
Joe Hoffman: The champion certainly looks... ready to compete tonight.
Benny Newell: What are you talking about, Joe? He looks like he’s-- oh wait, sarcasm... I get it.
Jace has barely handed off the belt when Scott Stevens charges in with a barrage of right hands, wanting his title back tonight in a pretty obvious way. Nigel Lette shrugs, ringing the bell before he even has the opportunity to hand the title off to the timekeeper.
DING DING DING
Jace is rattled into the corner by a series of punches, barely managing to stumble forward and escape. It doesn’t matter though, because in less time than it takes to make a Skype call to an imaginary Internet girlfriend, Stevens boots him in the stomach and nails a picture perfect stunner!
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! LITERALLY THREE SECONDS INTO THE MATCH!
Benny Newell: He’s lasting longer than he did at War Games...
Stevens drops for the cover, which Nigel Lette has to count one handed... still holding the title and all.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
The bell rings, as Scott Stevens stands up from his opponent, having not even broken a sweat tonight. He snatches his title back from Nigel Lette, holding it high above his head as Bryan McVay actually gets startled out of what he’s doing, not realizing the match is actually over already.
Bryan McVay: I, uh, what? Oh! HERE IS YOUR WINNER, IN.... wow, seven seconds? In SEVEN SECONDS, and your NEW HOW ICON CHAMPION.... SCOTT STEEEEEEVENS!
Scott Stevens gets onto the turnbuckle, holding the title high over his head, celebrating to the crowd as they lose their fucking minds cheering. This would be the perfect time for Jace’s War Games captain, Michael Lee Best, to make his way down to the ring and fucking destroy Jace Parker Davidson for being abso-fucking-lutely useless at War Games and then not showing up to fight at Chaos, but he doesn’t do that. Because he doesn’t want to take anything away from Scott Stevens, who deserves the HOW ICON Championship, and because at this point who the fuck cares about Jace Parker Davidson anyway. He’s gone, that’s all that really matters.
The camera cuts away.