Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 15, 2018 6:30:31 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Alright folks, welcome back to ringside! We’re about ready to kick off the in-ring action of tonight’s Lethal Lottery card, as we’re all set to see Scott Stevens defend his ICON Championship!
Benny Newell: Yah...I’m hoping we get a fucking Best Alliance member out here already so we can kick this show off in the right way!
Joe Hoffman: We’ve already seen Scottywood tonight, Benny...
Benny Newell: Ya, but I mean in the ring, douchebag.
Joe Hoffman: Right. Well, there are six possible wrestlers who could be Stevens opponent, and two of them are Best Alliance members. Both Rhys Townsend, the Right Hand of God, a man with a storied history with Scott Stevens, and the General Manager himself, Scottywood threw their hats into the ring for this Lethal Lottery..
Benny Newell: Be a great fucking time for Townsend to come down and squash Stevens. Just as fucking great if it’s Scotty who does it too.
Joe Hoffman: I’m sure either of those competitors would ensure we have a good match here. As well as those guys, we also have two Ground Zero members with their hats in the figurative mix - Evan Ward and Christopher Diamond. And, to finish it off, we have Kirsta Lewis, and a four time HOW World Champion and five time ICON Champion, Michael Lee Best.
Benny Newell: Every one of those people are fucking douchebags, Hoffman. Every single one of them.
Joe Hoffman: Even Kirsta?
Benny Newell: Even Kirsta. If that slut knew what was good for her, she would have come crawling back to the Best Alliance already.
Joe Hoffman: Right. Either way, we, like you, have absolutely no idea who Scott Stevens is due to face here....and neither does he. So excuse us as we break from tradition and have the Champion enter first...
Hoffman’s speech is cut off as 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. 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 Icon champion.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, he is the reigning, defending ICON Champion...hailing from Houston, Texas, standing at six feet six inches and weighing in at two hundred fifty six pounds, he is “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEVENNNNNNNNNSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
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: And now we await his opponent, folks...
Benny Newell: C’mon...Townsend or Woodson, Townsend or Woodson...
Rush’s Working Man hits as Evan Ward appears to a rapturous reaction from the crowd, and boos from Benny Newell sat at ringside.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, hailing from Hay-On-Wye, Wales, standing at five feet eleven inches and weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds, representing Ground Zero....EVANNNNNNNNNNNNN WAAAAAAAAAARDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!
Ward makes his way into the ring, as Joel Hortega checks both men over and ensures they’re ready to compete. He takes the ICON Championship off Stevens and shows it to Ward, before he shows it to the crowd in the arena, passing it out of the ring before he calls for the bell!
Benny Newell: What fucking bullshit, Hoffman! I bet it was a fix! Fix!
Joe Hoffman: Completely random, Benny. The wrestlers were asked to pick members of the cast of Jersey Shore to find out their placements tonight...and this is the one that Evan Ward picked.
Benny Newell: Yeah, that just sounds like the usual sort of bullshit you spew at me to justify some injustice! We could have had Scottywood, War Games Captain and ICON Champion! But nooooooooo, it was some fucking bullshit Ground Zero fix!
Joe Hoffman: Benny...I really think you’re way off base here.
Benny Newell: Yeah? Well, fuck you, Hoffman! Fuck you! DRINK!
Both wrestlers circle, neither immediately committing to any sort of course of action. The crowd get a little antsy, wanting action right here, right now, and it seems to affect Stevens rather than Ward, as he charges at Ward, looking for a Mafia kick, but Ward ducks underneath the boot and hurls himself into Stevens’ standing leg! Stevens crashes to the canvas, and Ward immediately starts unleashing soccer kicks to Stevens exposed midsection! The Scorpion doesn’t just lie there and take it, instead rolling around, trying to get away from the kicks! He doesn’t meet with much success in his attempts at evasion, and has to catch Ward’s boot! He pulls himself up to his feet, starting to smile as he feels he’s got Ward right where he wants him, but the light-heavyweight unleashes a enziguri kick! Again, Stevens crashes to the canvas, and Ward quickly follows up with a series of leg drops!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens’ seems unable to cope with the speed of Ward’s offence so far, Benny.
Benny Newell: Yeah, which is great - we can get a winner real quick and move onto the Best Alliance parts of the show.
Joe Hoffman: You want a Ground Zero member to win? I’m shocked...
Benny Newell: Did I say that? No. So stop twisting my words, asshole!
Ward looks to continue his offence after Hortega’s pushed him away, allowing for the break. Stevens gets back up, and the two wrestlers again, share a look rather than an exchange of blows. As Stevens walks in, Ward just leaps straight up into the air and snaps off a hurricanrana out of nowhere! Stevens gets straight back up, but the look on his face is one of shock, as Ward merely smiles back at him! Stevens charges at Ward, looking for a lariat, but Ward ducks underneath it before he leaps and connects a Pele kick to the back of Stevens’ head! Stevens staggers towards the ropes, but Ward runs at him, and wrapping himself around him, he somehow finds himself in a position to DDT Stevens!
Joe Hoffman: Ward really is showing off his skill here tonight, especially with that obviously lucha influenced DDT!
Benny Newell: Waiting for him to do something insanely flippy...
Joe Hoffman: That DDT wasn’t enough for you, Benny?
Benny Newell: Fuck no, Hoffman! Chance of breaking his neck? Slim to none.
Joe Hoffman: Typical.
After the DDT, Ward quickly moves into the first pinfall attempt of the match...
Uno....
Dos....
No!
The defending Champion clearly has too much to be put down by that DDT! He gets back to his feet, and starts hurling a few punches at Ward, managing to land a few fists on the jaw of the leader of Ground Zero, staggering him. Ward looks to come flying back at him, but Stevens sees it coming this time and hoists him into the air before driving him into the canvas with a devastating spinebuster! War doesn’t stay down, getting straight back up, but he merely walks right into a brutal European uppercut! He staggers back into the corner, and that’s all the opportunity Stevens needs to run and deliver a Stinger Splash! Ward staggers out, and walks right into a T-Bone suplex from the Champion!
Joe Hoffman: And Stevens’ power has swung the momentum firmly in his favor!
Benny Newell: Yeah, well, Ward fucking telegraphed that move, Hoffman. What were you expecting, a nice hug?
Joe Hoffman: Well, no, but...
Benny Newell: They’re not gonna hug in the ring, you fag. This is wrestling, not fucking sports entertainment!
Stevens drags the now-groggy Ward vertical, and slaps him around a few times, which just wakes Ward up and causes him to unleash a brutal series of kicks, staggering Stevens back into the corner! Ward now charges at Stevens, but Stevens catches him in a modified Sambo Suplex, driving him straight into the canvas! Again, he doesn’t leave him there, grabbing a handful of hair and dragging him back vertical, and hurling his head between his legs. He picks Ward up for a powerbomb, but Ward tries to reverse out of it with a hurricanrana! Stevens, however, somehow manages to catch the momentum and turns it into a brutal modified piledriver! He covers....
Uno....
Dos....
NO!
Ward kicks out!
Benny Newell: Do you think that broke his stupid fucking neck? I mean, it wasn’t entirely of his own doing...but I’ll take it.
Joe Hoffman: Judging by the fact that he already seems to be trying to crawl to his feet, Benny, I don’t think so...
Benny Newell: Motherfucker. Drink...
Stevens gestures to the crowd that it’s time for the venomous goodnight kiss that’s known as the Toxic Sting as Ward pulls himself up by the ropes, and as soon as Ward turns, he boots him in the gut, turns, and grasps his head...but finds himself thrown off! He turns, enraged, and charges back at Ward, looking to nail him, but the smaller man, again, ducks underneath the clothesline and runs, springboarding off the ropes with a Tornado DDT! Stevens doesn’t stay down, but Ward dropkicks his knee, dropping him down to one, as he bounces off the ropes, looking for the Third Generation Award Winning Knee, but instead of stepping up and knee meeting chin, Stevens charges forward and damn well near spears Ward out of his boots! He quickly grabs Ward’s legs, twisting them up before he turns him over with the Arachnophobia! Ward fights, trying to crawl to the ropes, but Stevens sits into the hold, synching it in deeper and deeper, the strain of pulling the hold as hard as possible clearly visible on his face until eventually, Ward’s hand slaps the canvas in submission, mere inches away from the ropes!
Bryan McVay: And your winner by submission in 13 minutes, 23 seconds and STILL HOW ICON Champion....SCOTTTTTT STEEEEEEVENSSSSS!!!
Joe Hoffman: Ward just fell short there, but boy, what a great match!
Benny Newell: Yeah yeah, it was two fags. I don’t care. NEXT!
Joe Hoffman: Right. Stevens eventually proved too much for a man that may well choose him for his War Games team right there - perhaps that was a good way for Ward to get a good look close up at a man he might have on his mind. Anyway, folks, we’ve got another backstage segment for you, followed by a commercial - on the other side of that commercial, we’ll find out who Professor Keller is defending his LSD Championship against! Don’t go anywhere!
Benny Newell: Yah...I’m hoping we get a fucking Best Alliance member out here already so we can kick this show off in the right way!
Joe Hoffman: We’ve already seen Scottywood tonight, Benny...
Benny Newell: Ya, but I mean in the ring, douchebag.
Joe Hoffman: Right. Well, there are six possible wrestlers who could be Stevens opponent, and two of them are Best Alliance members. Both Rhys Townsend, the Right Hand of God, a man with a storied history with Scott Stevens, and the General Manager himself, Scottywood threw their hats into the ring for this Lethal Lottery..
Benny Newell: Be a great fucking time for Townsend to come down and squash Stevens. Just as fucking great if it’s Scotty who does it too.
Joe Hoffman: I’m sure either of those competitors would ensure we have a good match here. As well as those guys, we also have two Ground Zero members with their hats in the figurative mix - Evan Ward and Christopher Diamond. And, to finish it off, we have Kirsta Lewis, and a four time HOW World Champion and five time ICON Champion, Michael Lee Best.
Benny Newell: Every one of those people are fucking douchebags, Hoffman. Every single one of them.
Joe Hoffman: Even Kirsta?
Benny Newell: Even Kirsta. If that slut knew what was good for her, she would have come crawling back to the Best Alliance already.
Joe Hoffman: Right. Either way, we, like you, have absolutely no idea who Scott Stevens is due to face here....and neither does he. So excuse us as we break from tradition and have the Champion enter first...
Hoffman’s speech is cut off as 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. 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 Icon champion.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, he is the reigning, defending ICON Champion...hailing from Houston, Texas, standing at six feet six inches and weighing in at two hundred fifty six pounds, he is “The Scorpion” SCOTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEVENNNNNNNNNSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
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: And now we await his opponent, folks...
Benny Newell: C’mon...Townsend or Woodson, Townsend or Woodson...
Rush’s Working Man hits as Evan Ward appears to a rapturous reaction from the crowd, and boos from Benny Newell sat at ringside.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, hailing from Hay-On-Wye, Wales, standing at five feet eleven inches and weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds, representing Ground Zero....EVANNNNNNNNNNNNN WAAAAAAAAAARDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!
Ward makes his way into the ring, as Joel Hortega checks both men over and ensures they’re ready to compete. He takes the ICON Championship off Stevens and shows it to Ward, before he shows it to the crowd in the arena, passing it out of the ring before he calls for the bell!
Benny Newell: What fucking bullshit, Hoffman! I bet it was a fix! Fix!
Joe Hoffman: Completely random, Benny. The wrestlers were asked to pick members of the cast of Jersey Shore to find out their placements tonight...and this is the one that Evan Ward picked.
Benny Newell: Yeah, that just sounds like the usual sort of bullshit you spew at me to justify some injustice! We could have had Scottywood, War Games Captain and ICON Champion! But nooooooooo, it was some fucking bullshit Ground Zero fix!
Joe Hoffman: Benny...I really think you’re way off base here.
Benny Newell: Yeah? Well, fuck you, Hoffman! Fuck you! DRINK!
Both wrestlers circle, neither immediately committing to any sort of course of action. The crowd get a little antsy, wanting action right here, right now, and it seems to affect Stevens rather than Ward, as he charges at Ward, looking for a Mafia kick, but Ward ducks underneath the boot and hurls himself into Stevens’ standing leg! Stevens crashes to the canvas, and Ward immediately starts unleashing soccer kicks to Stevens exposed midsection! The Scorpion doesn’t just lie there and take it, instead rolling around, trying to get away from the kicks! He doesn’t meet with much success in his attempts at evasion, and has to catch Ward’s boot! He pulls himself up to his feet, starting to smile as he feels he’s got Ward right where he wants him, but the light-heavyweight unleashes a enziguri kick! Again, Stevens crashes to the canvas, and Ward quickly follows up with a series of leg drops!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens’ seems unable to cope with the speed of Ward’s offence so far, Benny.
Benny Newell: Yeah, which is great - we can get a winner real quick and move onto the Best Alliance parts of the show.
Joe Hoffman: You want a Ground Zero member to win? I’m shocked...
Benny Newell: Did I say that? No. So stop twisting my words, asshole!
Ward looks to continue his offence after Hortega’s pushed him away, allowing for the break. Stevens gets back up, and the two wrestlers again, share a look rather than an exchange of blows. As Stevens walks in, Ward just leaps straight up into the air and snaps off a hurricanrana out of nowhere! Stevens gets straight back up, but the look on his face is one of shock, as Ward merely smiles back at him! Stevens charges at Ward, looking for a lariat, but Ward ducks underneath it before he leaps and connects a Pele kick to the back of Stevens’ head! Stevens staggers towards the ropes, but Ward runs at him, and wrapping himself around him, he somehow finds himself in a position to DDT Stevens!
Joe Hoffman: Ward really is showing off his skill here tonight, especially with that obviously lucha influenced DDT!
Benny Newell: Waiting for him to do something insanely flippy...
Joe Hoffman: That DDT wasn’t enough for you, Benny?
Benny Newell: Fuck no, Hoffman! Chance of breaking his neck? Slim to none.
Joe Hoffman: Typical.
After the DDT, Ward quickly moves into the first pinfall attempt of the match...
Uno....
Dos....
No!
The defending Champion clearly has too much to be put down by that DDT! He gets back to his feet, and starts hurling a few punches at Ward, managing to land a few fists on the jaw of the leader of Ground Zero, staggering him. Ward looks to come flying back at him, but Stevens sees it coming this time and hoists him into the air before driving him into the canvas with a devastating spinebuster! War doesn’t stay down, getting straight back up, but he merely walks right into a brutal European uppercut! He staggers back into the corner, and that’s all the opportunity Stevens needs to run and deliver a Stinger Splash! Ward staggers out, and walks right into a T-Bone suplex from the Champion!
Joe Hoffman: And Stevens’ power has swung the momentum firmly in his favor!
Benny Newell: Yeah, well, Ward fucking telegraphed that move, Hoffman. What were you expecting, a nice hug?
Joe Hoffman: Well, no, but...
Benny Newell: They’re not gonna hug in the ring, you fag. This is wrestling, not fucking sports entertainment!
Stevens drags the now-groggy Ward vertical, and slaps him around a few times, which just wakes Ward up and causes him to unleash a brutal series of kicks, staggering Stevens back into the corner! Ward now charges at Stevens, but Stevens catches him in a modified Sambo Suplex, driving him straight into the canvas! Again, he doesn’t leave him there, grabbing a handful of hair and dragging him back vertical, and hurling his head between his legs. He picks Ward up for a powerbomb, but Ward tries to reverse out of it with a hurricanrana! Stevens, however, somehow manages to catch the momentum and turns it into a brutal modified piledriver! He covers....
Uno....
Dos....
NO!
Ward kicks out!
Benny Newell: Do you think that broke his stupid fucking neck? I mean, it wasn’t entirely of his own doing...but I’ll take it.
Joe Hoffman: Judging by the fact that he already seems to be trying to crawl to his feet, Benny, I don’t think so...
Benny Newell: Motherfucker. Drink...
Stevens gestures to the crowd that it’s time for the venomous goodnight kiss that’s known as the Toxic Sting as Ward pulls himself up by the ropes, and as soon as Ward turns, he boots him in the gut, turns, and grasps his head...but finds himself thrown off! He turns, enraged, and charges back at Ward, looking to nail him, but the smaller man, again, ducks underneath the clothesline and runs, springboarding off the ropes with a Tornado DDT! Stevens doesn’t stay down, but Ward dropkicks his knee, dropping him down to one, as he bounces off the ropes, looking for the Third Generation Award Winning Knee, but instead of stepping up and knee meeting chin, Stevens charges forward and damn well near spears Ward out of his boots! He quickly grabs Ward’s legs, twisting them up before he turns him over with the Arachnophobia! Ward fights, trying to crawl to the ropes, but Stevens sits into the hold, synching it in deeper and deeper, the strain of pulling the hold as hard as possible clearly visible on his face until eventually, Ward’s hand slaps the canvas in submission, mere inches away from the ropes!
Bryan McVay: And your winner by submission in 13 minutes, 23 seconds and STILL HOW ICON Champion....SCOTTTTTT STEEEEEEVENSSSSS!!!
Joe Hoffman: Ward just fell short there, but boy, what a great match!
Benny Newell: Yeah yeah, it was two fags. I don’t care. NEXT!
Joe Hoffman: Right. Stevens eventually proved too much for a man that may well choose him for his War Games team right there - perhaps that was a good way for Ward to get a good look close up at a man he might have on his mind. Anyway, folks, we’ve got another backstage segment for you, followed by a commercial - on the other side of that commercial, we’ll find out who Professor Keller is defending his LSD Championship against! Don’t go anywhere!