Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 22, 2018 7:07:31 GMT
The show returns to ringside as “The Scorpion” by Megadeth hits the speakers and Scott Stevens steps out on stage to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Benny Newell: Oh, great, not this douche-head again. What’s he doing out here?
Joe Hoffman: He has a match, Benny, remember?
Benny Newell: Fuck, Joe, am I meant to remember everything? That’s your job! I hope he’s not wrestling some other total asshole.
Joe Hoffman: It’s your job, too. And he is facing possibly the biggest, as you say, asshole in the federation, Rhys Townsend.
Benny Newell: What the hell, Hoffman? Townsend isn’t an asshole!
Meanwhile, Stevens starts to walk down the ramp to the ring as Bryan McVay begins the introductions.
Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, he weighs in at 256 lbs, he represents The Unstable, SCOTT STEEEEEVVVVEEENNNSSS!
He climbs in the ring and awaits his opponent as the music fades and “You Could Be Mine” by Guns n’ Roses hits the speakers and the Best Alliance fans in the Best Arena crowd cheer as Rhys Townsend steps out on stage and makes his way down to the ring.
Bryan McVay: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Chicago, Illinois by way of Llanelli, Wales, he weighs in at 251 lbs, representing the Best Alliance, RHYS TOOOOOOOWNSEEEENNNNDD!
Townsend climbs in the ring and approaches his opponent as Matt Boettcher calls for the bell to get the match started. Townsend stops just out of arm's reach of Stevens and goads him to attack with a series of verbal barbs which Stevens can’t help but react to. Scott lunges at Rhys, who dodges and hits an arm-drag. Scott rolls to his feet, not the least bit phased but a bit frustrated, and charges at Townsend, who again dodges, taking Stevens down with a drop-toe-hold and switches over to a side head-lock.
Joe Hoffman: Townsend definitely knows how to get under his opponents’ skin and take advantage of that frustration.
Benny Newell: No shit, Hoffman, that’s what makes him so fucking great! Drink!
Stevens manages to get his feet under him again and pushes both himself and Townsend up to standing. Townsend, however, leaps forward with the hold held tight to hit a modified bulldog to bring Stevens back to the mat, still in a side headlock. Scott tries again but when he they are on their feet, Townsend leaps again. However, Scott Stevens uses his size advantage and hefts Townsend up on his shoulder and drops him across the back of his neck with a backdrop! Stevens makes quick cover.
One!
Two!
Kickout! Townsend storms to his feet, not best pleased with Stevens getting the better of him. The two wrestlers lockup in the middle of the ring, both as frustrated as the other. They jockey around viciously until Scott throws on of Rhys’ arms off and twists the other behind Townsend’s back. The former World Champion throws a back elbow and catches Stevens on the side of the head. Rhys spins around and sends Scott across the ring with a hammer throw. Stevens rebounds and aims to hit a clothesline. Townsend ducks under it and runs off the ropes himself, however Stevens turns on a sixpence and runs in Rhys’ shadow and hits the ropes a moment after him. Townsend stops dead and spins when he realises Stevens is behind him, only to get turned inside out by a huge lariat!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens takes control in storming fashion.
Benny Newell: Fuck off, that was a dirty cheap shot, he’s not allowed to do that!
Joe Hoffman: He didn’t do anything illegal, Benny.
Stevens pulls Townsend up to his feet and lays a knife-edge chop to Rhys’ chest. And another. And another! And more, backing Townsend up into the corner. With nowhere for Rhys to go, Scott switches to repeated shoulder thrusts to Townsend’s midriff. Townsend hits a double axe-handle to to Scott’s back and knees his jaw. Stevens stumbles back but comes straight back at Townsend, diving in with spear, but Rhys dodges out the way and Scott’s shoulder collides with the ringpost. Townsend pulls Scott out and lifts him up onto the turnbuckles. Rhys climbs up to the top rope and pulls Stevens up standing.
Joe Hoffman: Uh oh. This could be dangerous.
Benny Newell: Yeah, for Scott Stevens! Drink!
Townsend hooks Stevens up in a half nelson as they teeter on the top turnbuckle. Stevens struggles and tries to fight free but Townsend has him held tight. In one smooth movement Rhys suplexes Stevens high in the air and they both crash down in the middle of the ring! The crowd goes wild and the high risk spot. Stevens took the most of the impact, but Townsend didn’t come off unscathed and barely gets on top of Scott to make the pin.
One!
Two!
Three!
No! Stevens gets a shoulder up at the last moment!
Benny Newell: THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! LEARN TO FUCKING COUNT, BOETTCHER!
Joe Hoffman: The ref knows how to count, Benny.
Benny Newell: No, he doesn’t, fuck you and fuck him!
The ref starts a ten count as both men are down on the canvas and slowly the two of them get to their feet, exchanging punches even when they were both on one knee. Townsend staggers Stevens with a strong right hook and Rhys takes the opportunity to step inside and hit his signature Exploder Suplex, wasting no time in dragging Stevens to his feet to hook him up for the utterly brutal Hammer Of God lariat. Stevens, however, has the perfect counter for it and stamps on Rhys’ foot before Rhys can swing him out.
Joe Hoffman: That was clever.
Benny Newell: That was fucking cheating!
Stevens pulls Rhys up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and hits his trademark death valley driver! Scott pulls Townsend straight back up and throws an elbow hard to his face. Townsend, however, takes the blow in his stride and hooks Stevens up for another Exploder Suplex but Stevens throws another elbow and shakes him off. Rhys lunges for another type of suplex but before we can find out what type of suplex he was looking for, Scott leaps and hits...
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! Stevens makes the cover!
Benny Newell: FUCK! NO! CHEATING ASSCUNT!
Matt Boettcher drops to make the count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Townsend kicks out!
NO! HE WAS HALF A MOMENT TOO LATE! “The Scorpion” hits the speakers again as Matt Boettcher calls for the bell and lifts Stevens’ arm up in victory.
Bryan McVay: And here is your winner, in 21 minutes and 39 seconds, SCOTT STEEEVVEENNNSSS!
Joe Hoffman: What an incredible match! Townsend nearly had the win on a couple of occasions but Stevens just had his number again.
Benny Newell: Fuck off, Stevens is just a cheating bastard, Townsend’s much better than him!
Joe Hoffman: He just lost, Benny, how is that better than Stevens?
Benny Newell: It just is!
Townsend sits up in total disbelief about his loss and argues energetically with the ref as Stevens makes his way up the ramp celebrating as the show cuts away backstage.
Benny Newell: Oh, great, not this douche-head again. What’s he doing out here?
Joe Hoffman: He has a match, Benny, remember?
Benny Newell: Fuck, Joe, am I meant to remember everything? That’s your job! I hope he’s not wrestling some other total asshole.
Joe Hoffman: It’s your job, too. And he is facing possibly the biggest, as you say, asshole in the federation, Rhys Townsend.
Benny Newell: What the hell, Hoffman? Townsend isn’t an asshole!
Meanwhile, Stevens starts to walk down the ramp to the ring as Bryan McVay begins the introductions.
Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas, he weighs in at 256 lbs, he represents The Unstable, SCOTT STEEEEEVVVVEEENNNSSS!
He climbs in the ring and awaits his opponent as the music fades and “You Could Be Mine” by Guns n’ Roses hits the speakers and the Best Alliance fans in the Best Arena crowd cheer as Rhys Townsend steps out on stage and makes his way down to the ring.
Bryan McVay: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Chicago, Illinois by way of Llanelli, Wales, he weighs in at 251 lbs, representing the Best Alliance, RHYS TOOOOOOOWNSEEEENNNNDD!
Townsend climbs in the ring and approaches his opponent as Matt Boettcher calls for the bell to get the match started. Townsend stops just out of arm's reach of Stevens and goads him to attack with a series of verbal barbs which Stevens can’t help but react to. Scott lunges at Rhys, who dodges and hits an arm-drag. Scott rolls to his feet, not the least bit phased but a bit frustrated, and charges at Townsend, who again dodges, taking Stevens down with a drop-toe-hold and switches over to a side head-lock.
Joe Hoffman: Townsend definitely knows how to get under his opponents’ skin and take advantage of that frustration.
Benny Newell: No shit, Hoffman, that’s what makes him so fucking great! Drink!
Stevens manages to get his feet under him again and pushes both himself and Townsend up to standing. Townsend, however, leaps forward with the hold held tight to hit a modified bulldog to bring Stevens back to the mat, still in a side headlock. Scott tries again but when he they are on their feet, Townsend leaps again. However, Scott Stevens uses his size advantage and hefts Townsend up on his shoulder and drops him across the back of his neck with a backdrop! Stevens makes quick cover.
One!
Two!
Kickout! Townsend storms to his feet, not best pleased with Stevens getting the better of him. The two wrestlers lockup in the middle of the ring, both as frustrated as the other. They jockey around viciously until Scott throws on of Rhys’ arms off and twists the other behind Townsend’s back. The former World Champion throws a back elbow and catches Stevens on the side of the head. Rhys spins around and sends Scott across the ring with a hammer throw. Stevens rebounds and aims to hit a clothesline. Townsend ducks under it and runs off the ropes himself, however Stevens turns on a sixpence and runs in Rhys’ shadow and hits the ropes a moment after him. Townsend stops dead and spins when he realises Stevens is behind him, only to get turned inside out by a huge lariat!
Joe Hoffman: Stevens takes control in storming fashion.
Benny Newell: Fuck off, that was a dirty cheap shot, he’s not allowed to do that!
Joe Hoffman: He didn’t do anything illegal, Benny.
Stevens pulls Townsend up to his feet and lays a knife-edge chop to Rhys’ chest. And another. And another! And more, backing Townsend up into the corner. With nowhere for Rhys to go, Scott switches to repeated shoulder thrusts to Townsend’s midriff. Townsend hits a double axe-handle to to Scott’s back and knees his jaw. Stevens stumbles back but comes straight back at Townsend, diving in with spear, but Rhys dodges out the way and Scott’s shoulder collides with the ringpost. Townsend pulls Scott out and lifts him up onto the turnbuckles. Rhys climbs up to the top rope and pulls Stevens up standing.
Joe Hoffman: Uh oh. This could be dangerous.
Benny Newell: Yeah, for Scott Stevens! Drink!
Townsend hooks Stevens up in a half nelson as they teeter on the top turnbuckle. Stevens struggles and tries to fight free but Townsend has him held tight. In one smooth movement Rhys suplexes Stevens high in the air and they both crash down in the middle of the ring! The crowd goes wild and the high risk spot. Stevens took the most of the impact, but Townsend didn’t come off unscathed and barely gets on top of Scott to make the pin.
One!
Two!
Three!
No! Stevens gets a shoulder up at the last moment!
Benny Newell: THAT WAS THREE! THAT WAS THREE! LEARN TO FUCKING COUNT, BOETTCHER!
Joe Hoffman: The ref knows how to count, Benny.
Benny Newell: No, he doesn’t, fuck you and fuck him!
The ref starts a ten count as both men are down on the canvas and slowly the two of them get to their feet, exchanging punches even when they were both on one knee. Townsend staggers Stevens with a strong right hook and Rhys takes the opportunity to step inside and hit his signature Exploder Suplex, wasting no time in dragging Stevens to his feet to hook him up for the utterly brutal Hammer Of God lariat. Stevens, however, has the perfect counter for it and stamps on Rhys’ foot before Rhys can swing him out.
Joe Hoffman: That was clever.
Benny Newell: That was fucking cheating!
Stevens pulls Rhys up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and hits his trademark death valley driver! Scott pulls Townsend straight back up and throws an elbow hard to his face. Townsend, however, takes the blow in his stride and hooks Stevens up for another Exploder Suplex but Stevens throws another elbow and shakes him off. Rhys lunges for another type of suplex but before we can find out what type of suplex he was looking for, Scott leaps and hits...
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! Stevens makes the cover!
Benny Newell: FUCK! NO! CHEATING ASSCUNT!
Matt Boettcher drops to make the count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Townsend kicks out!
NO! HE WAS HALF A MOMENT TOO LATE! “The Scorpion” hits the speakers again as Matt Boettcher calls for the bell and lifts Stevens’ arm up in victory.
Bryan McVay: And here is your winner, in 21 minutes and 39 seconds, SCOTT STEEEVVEENNNSSS!
Joe Hoffman: What an incredible match! Townsend nearly had the win on a couple of occasions but Stevens just had his number again.
Benny Newell: Fuck off, Stevens is just a cheating bastard, Townsend’s much better than him!
Joe Hoffman: He just lost, Benny, how is that better than Stevens?
Benny Newell: It just is!
Townsend sits up in total disbelief about his loss and argues energetically with the ref as Stevens makes his way up the ramp celebrating as the show cuts away backstage.