Post by Jman2k3 on Jun 22, 2018 7:12:30 GMT
Joe Hoffman: HOW is a machine, folks, and it should come as no sur--
Benny Newell: Hashtag machine, Joe. You forgot the hashtag.
Joe Hoffman: I’m not going to say hashtag, Benny. It’s ridiculous.
Benny Newell: You just said it though. Just then.
Joe Hoffman: ...anyway. It should come as no surprise that tonight’s card is a veritable Who’s Who of wrestling talent. It could be a pay-per-view show, and we’re giving it away live on HOTv! Next up we have Unstable members Scott Stevens and Max Kael taking on Ground Zero’s team of Evan Ward and Chris Diamond. Can Max Kael and Scott Stevens work together when they aren’t in the ring against the Best Alliance? Can Evan Ward knock off the ring rust and put Chris Diamond back on the path to pure wrestling? Can--
Benny Newell: Yeah yeah, Hoffhole. Next week, same bat time same bat channel. Can we just get this over with? I’m ready to watch the Best Alliance sweep the motherfucking LBI!
Joe Hoffman: You’re a really terrible spokesman for the product, Benny.
“The Age Of Quarrel” by Cromags begins to beat it’s drums, leading into a heavy guitar riff as Evan Ward and Chris Diamond make their way out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. Ward limbers up at the top of the ramp, getting stretched out as he makes his way toward the ring. Diamond follows in toe, flipping his visor into the crowd as their cheer along with HOW’s patron saints of pure wrestling.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Making their way to the ring first, representing Ground Zero, weighing in at a combined 437 pounds... Chris Diamond and Evan... Waaaaaard!
Evan Ward slides under the ropes and into the ring, as Diamond climbs the steps and ducks under the second rope. Both men take their corner without a whole lot of pageantry, talking in the ring and going over last minute strategy as their music fades away.
I AM THE SCORPION, WHOOOOAAAAAA!
The music is quickly replaced, as “The Scorpion” by Megadeth blares over the sound system. Scott Stevens bounds out from behind the curtain, getting another big reaction from the crowd as he stands atop the ramp. From behind him, a peeved looking Maximilian Kael holds his poor replica of the HOW ICON Championship in one arm and his Folger’s can full of Graystone’s ashes in the other. The two look annoyed at each other, as if they’ve recently had an argument.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents... representing The Unstable.. they measure in at a combined weight of 469 pounds... Max Kael and Scott... Steeeeevens!
Max shoves past Stevens, forcing himself to be the one walking in the front. He climbs onto the apron, stumbling into the ring in a hurry and taking his corner. Shaking his head in disgust, Stevens climbs the steps and waits on the apron, deciding right then and there that Max will begin the match in the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Some obvious tension here between Max and Stevens... you have to wonder if it will affect their performance in the ring tonight.
Benny Newell: They hate each other, Joe. They always hate each other. WE GET IT. We’re not a stable but we’re a stable. Hashtag predictable, Joe. Hashtag pre-fucking-dictable.
Chris Diamond stays in the ring, while Evan Ward ducks to the apron in his corner. Once both men are set and ready to go, referee Matt Boettcher signals for the bell and the fans begin to buzz for a first two meeting between these two stables.
DING DING DING
Max Kael shuffles toward the center of the ring, eager to get his hands on Diamond right out of the gate. But surprisingly, Diamond immediately tags out to Evan Ward! Max barely has time to look confused, as Diamond gets down on all fours and provides a springboard for Evan Ward, who hops on his back and dives into Max Kael with a springboard clothesline! The arena explodes into cheers as Max is taken off his feet, and the match starts with a bang!
Joe Hoffman: WHAT A MOVE! And what a plan by Evan Ward and Christopher Diamond!
Benny Newell: Yeah, yeah. How’d these four do in the LBI, by the way? Douchebags.
Evan Ward hops back to his feet, backing into the ropes and charging back as Max sits up, barely aware of what just happened. He’s met with a low sliding dropkick to the head, which puts him back down on the mat.
Max growls, rolling out of the ring and getting away from Evan Ward before he can unleash any FlippyShit(TM). Ward waves at him to come back in, flipping his hair back and beckoning his opponent to come fight. Max grits his teeth, pacing around at ringside before rolling back into the ring and climbing up to his feet.
Max shoots in with an elbow collar tie up, albeit a little sloppy looking for the usual brawler. Ward’s superior technical skills get him leverage, but Max rolls his eyes and “accidentally” smashes his kneecap into Ward’s groin, bringing him to his knees! The crowd is a mixture of cheers and boos, but Max doesn’t let up now that he’s got an advantage.
Joe Hoffman: I wouldn’t exactly call that a technical maneuver.
Benny Newell: It’s cheating, Joe. It’s fucking cheating. And if it had been John Sektor fucking doing it, you’d be all BAH GAWD SOMEONE DQ THAT MAN so shut your fucking hypocritical mouth.
Max lets loose a headbutt. And then another. And then another. Ward rolls to the side, toward the ropes, but a series of stomps from Kael keep him grounded. Max even grabs the ropes, using them for leverage as he puts the boots to his slightly smaller opponent.
Max reaches down to pick Ward up by the hair, grabbing a handful of his thick locks. But Ward grabs outstretched arm, pulling Max over with an arm drag that sends him through the middle ropes and outside to the floor! The arena goes ballistic as Max falls into the guardrail, legions of fans reaching out to touch him.
Evan Ward takes a few steps back, raising an arm into the air as the buzz in the arena grows even louder. He charges for the ropes, diving over the top in a brilliant, ridiculous fucking corkscrew! FlippyShit(TM) rides again as Ward flies through the air, headed straight for Max Kael....
AND INTO A MOTHERFUCKING SPEAR FROM SCOTT STEVENS!
The Scorpion takes Evan Ward right out of the air, launching himself sideways and bringing him down into the steel ring steps with a force not often seen even in an HOW match! An immediate HOLY SHIT change breaks out within the crowd, as Max Kael’s eyes grow wide, staring open mouthed at the horrific scene in front of him. He giggles, his mouth turning into a foul grin.
Joe Hoffman: OH. MY. GOD.
Benny Newell: …...predictable.
Joe Hoffman: Predictable? PREDICTABLE?! BENNY I THINK THAT PHRASE IS BECOMING MISUSED IN HOW! HOLY GOD, EVAN WARD MIGHT BE DEAD!
Scott Stevens climbs off of Evan Ward, who isn’t moving. He lays splayed out next to the steel steps, as Matt Boettcher begins the count out.
1.....
2..........
Max Kael composes himself, rolling into the ring and watching with glee as Evan Ward is counted out.
3.................
4.........................
Chris Diamond grabs at Evan Ward, dragging him toward the apron and trying to help him get back into the ring.
5...............................
Ward is barely conscious, stumbling back over and unable to stand on his own. With a shove, Diamond pushes him under the ropes and into the ring. The count ends, but Max immediately charges for the corner, laying boots into Ward once again! Despite his new good guy outlook, the fans begin to boo Max as he ruthless assaults his half-dead opponent.
Joe Hoffman: Someone stop this... get EMTs to the ring. How is Evan Ward supposed to continue?
Benny Newell: I always say I want them to die... and now Evan Ward might really... oh my God...
Joe Hoffman: ...Benny, are you alright?
Benny Newell: Yeah... yeah, Joe. It’s just... this is the happiest day of my life.
Diamond reaches into the ring to try and make a tag to Ward, but Max shoves him away and pulls Ward to the center of the ring. He drops down and makes the cover, and Boettcher counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
[The Space Between DEFIANCE Show Postings]
NO! WARD SOMEHOW FUCKING KICKS OUT!
Joe Hoffman: No way!
Benny Newell: HOW IS HE ALIVE?! JUST DIE ALREADY YOU FUCK!
The reaction is deafening, and SOME. FUCKING. HOW. Evan Ward gets a shoulder up off the mat! It’s a quiet, desperate kickout, and Max Kael is enraged. He rolls off of Ward, but before he can assault him again, Ward uses the last of his strength to crawl dive toward the corner, just barely grazing Diamond’s fingertips and making the tag! The crowd goes fucking apeshit as Diamond hops over the ropes, charging in and bringing Max Kael to the mat with a thunderous clothesline!
Joe Hoffman: Chris Diamond is in the match! Diamond is the legal man!
Benny Newell: Someone should hit him with an actual spear. In the face. God I hate you, Diamond.
Max climbs up to his feet once more, but Diamond takes him down with another clothesline! And another! Max is reeling as he staggers to his feet, pointing at Diamond and telling him to wait just a second. The former Ladykiller looks confused as Max holds his finger in the air, turning his back on his opponent like he’s hiding something.
Matt Boettcher leans in to check for the brass knuckles, but instead Max Kael makes the tag! He quickly rolls out of the ring, and before Diamond realizes what he’s done, Stevens is in the ring and boots him in the stomach!
Joe Hoffman: THE TOXIC STING! OUT OF NO--
Before Hoffman can finish, Diamond catches the boot and spins Stevens around, pushing him into the turnbuckle. Stevens grits his teeth and comes back at Diamond, only to catch a boot to the stomach of his own! The crowd roars as Diamond goes for the Diamond Stunner... but Stevens reverses as well! He shoves Diamond into the ropes chest first, and Diamond stumbles backward, only to be spun around again!
THE TOXIC STING!
Stevens lands his finishing maneuver in the middle of the ring, and makes the cover! Boettcher drops to count, and Evan Ward is still being attended to by EMTs at ringside!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Scott Stevens throws his arm in the air, standing up from over top of his opponent and celebrating in the ring. As he turns to look for his partner, he sees that Max is already near the top of the ramp, scampering away with his Folger’s can full of ashes... having completely abandoned his partner.
Bryan McVay: Here are your winners, in 8:32.... Scott Stevens and Maximilian Kael... THE UN....STAAAAAABLE!
Stevens throws Boettcher’s hand away from him, dropping to his back and rolling out of the ring. He scowls as he marches back up the ramp, to the roar of the crowd. At ringside, Evan Ward is beginning to come to after his horrendous bump as the camera cuts backstage.
Instead the HOV fires up with a black background and Bright Neon Green letters reading ‘The Lady Killers’. The crowd pops recognizing the clubbing duo of last year’s tag team tournament that got over better than Mario himself. The letters disappear and a shot from inside a house with tan walls decorated with family photos blurred out shows up. In steps Chris Diamond giving a cheesy smile making the crowd reacts in a positive manner even if it’s Scotty’s arena. The words ‘previously recorded’ show up in #970000 Red as Diamond begins to speak.
“Hello to everyone in Harford! The crowd cheers for the mention of the city. Just if you didn’t get enough of me in the ring moments ago I’m back and with an important announcement. If I could, l would like to get on a serious plain with you and talk about what happened just a few short weeks ago when I; uh Tara caused one of your fellow fans to be mixed up in our match.”
The shot fades to the video of Tara and Chris’s match back on Mayhem
“Tara pulls Diamond to his feet and the two trade some punches as they circle around the ring and too the second board of C4. Diamond connects with a hard punch and lays Tara out against the security railing. A fan hands Tara a soda and she throws it at Diamond, blinding him for a second. Diamond reaches out blindly to grab Tara but she rolls away and Diamond grabs the fan. He pulls the fan over the guardrail and onto the barbed wire board of C4….
BOOOM!
Joe Hoffman: OH GOD! That fan just exploded on the C4!
Benny Newell: That is awesome!”
The shot goes back to Diamond who now is accompanied by the fan who was blown up, Cliff Claven.
Diamond starts to talk once more in a very sincere manner, “This is Cliff Claven. Your fellow HOW Fan that was tragically blown up by Tara. You can see that with a great team of physicians; Mr. Claven is up and healthy once again. Not a lot of people are able to make it through what he’s been through and with that the medical bills are a horror story of their own. Some say that it’s my fault that he was blown up, others would point the finger at Tara, but there’s really only one whose responsible for this. SCOTTYWOOD!!!! That is why am asking you the FANS of HOW to come together and find Scottywood a Doctor who will sign his release papers that way at March to Glory I can redeem this man’s pain by making the one is responsible for all of this pay once and for all.”
The crowd goes crazy breaking off into a ‘Diamond / Woodson’ chant coming from both sides of the arena.
The camera closes in on Diamond now whose eyes seem to be piercing into the very souls of everyone watching as he speaks.
“Woodson, I know you want back in the ring and get even. All the stipulations you’ve thrown at me, all the bullshit Baal has been doing, your Twitter rants, and Hashtag 101 ways to kill Diamond. They don’t mean dick if you can’t get in there and face me. Sure I lost one of them and it took me out of the LBI but I’ve kept wrestling while you’re carrying around a stick trying to be a badass as a GM.”
Diamond shakes his head back and forth as he laughs.
“You keep thinking that you’re going to kill me Scotty. I guess I didn’t realize that when Jace hit you the second time it would make you as dumb as your son Frankie. But hey it runs in the family even if he’s adopted. But I’m off track; I’m willing to pay $25,000 to get a Doctor to sign Scotty’s paperwork. You say that nothing will stop you Woodson, so come March to Glory will find out. I’ll be waiting.”
The HOV fades to black as the camera crew pans the crowd which is now more amped up than ever while cutting to the backstage area.
Benny Newell: Hashtag machine, Joe. You forgot the hashtag.
Joe Hoffman: I’m not going to say hashtag, Benny. It’s ridiculous.
Benny Newell: You just said it though. Just then.
Joe Hoffman: ...anyway. It should come as no surprise that tonight’s card is a veritable Who’s Who of wrestling talent. It could be a pay-per-view show, and we’re giving it away live on HOTv! Next up we have Unstable members Scott Stevens and Max Kael taking on Ground Zero’s team of Evan Ward and Chris Diamond. Can Max Kael and Scott Stevens work together when they aren’t in the ring against the Best Alliance? Can Evan Ward knock off the ring rust and put Chris Diamond back on the path to pure wrestling? Can--
Benny Newell: Yeah yeah, Hoffhole. Next week, same bat time same bat channel. Can we just get this over with? I’m ready to watch the Best Alliance sweep the motherfucking LBI!
Joe Hoffman: You’re a really terrible spokesman for the product, Benny.
“The Age Of Quarrel” by Cromags begins to beat it’s drums, leading into a heavy guitar riff as Evan Ward and Chris Diamond make their way out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. Ward limbers up at the top of the ramp, getting stretched out as he makes his way toward the ring. Diamond follows in toe, flipping his visor into the crowd as their cheer along with HOW’s patron saints of pure wrestling.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Making their way to the ring first, representing Ground Zero, weighing in at a combined 437 pounds... Chris Diamond and Evan... Waaaaaard!
Evan Ward slides under the ropes and into the ring, as Diamond climbs the steps and ducks under the second rope. Both men take their corner without a whole lot of pageantry, talking in the ring and going over last minute strategy as their music fades away.
I AM THE SCORPION, WHOOOOAAAAAA!
The music is quickly replaced, as “The Scorpion” by Megadeth blares over the sound system. Scott Stevens bounds out from behind the curtain, getting another big reaction from the crowd as he stands atop the ramp. From behind him, a peeved looking Maximilian Kael holds his poor replica of the HOW ICON Championship in one arm and his Folger’s can full of Graystone’s ashes in the other. The two look annoyed at each other, as if they’ve recently had an argument.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents... representing The Unstable.. they measure in at a combined weight of 469 pounds... Max Kael and Scott... Steeeeevens!
Max shoves past Stevens, forcing himself to be the one walking in the front. He climbs onto the apron, stumbling into the ring in a hurry and taking his corner. Shaking his head in disgust, Stevens climbs the steps and waits on the apron, deciding right then and there that Max will begin the match in the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Some obvious tension here between Max and Stevens... you have to wonder if it will affect their performance in the ring tonight.
Benny Newell: They hate each other, Joe. They always hate each other. WE GET IT. We’re not a stable but we’re a stable. Hashtag predictable, Joe. Hashtag pre-fucking-dictable.
Chris Diamond stays in the ring, while Evan Ward ducks to the apron in his corner. Once both men are set and ready to go, referee Matt Boettcher signals for the bell and the fans begin to buzz for a first two meeting between these two stables.
DING DING DING
Max Kael shuffles toward the center of the ring, eager to get his hands on Diamond right out of the gate. But surprisingly, Diamond immediately tags out to Evan Ward! Max barely has time to look confused, as Diamond gets down on all fours and provides a springboard for Evan Ward, who hops on his back and dives into Max Kael with a springboard clothesline! The arena explodes into cheers as Max is taken off his feet, and the match starts with a bang!
Joe Hoffman: WHAT A MOVE! And what a plan by Evan Ward and Christopher Diamond!
Benny Newell: Yeah, yeah. How’d these four do in the LBI, by the way? Douchebags.
Evan Ward hops back to his feet, backing into the ropes and charging back as Max sits up, barely aware of what just happened. He’s met with a low sliding dropkick to the head, which puts him back down on the mat.
Max growls, rolling out of the ring and getting away from Evan Ward before he can unleash any FlippyShit(TM). Ward waves at him to come back in, flipping his hair back and beckoning his opponent to come fight. Max grits his teeth, pacing around at ringside before rolling back into the ring and climbing up to his feet.
Max shoots in with an elbow collar tie up, albeit a little sloppy looking for the usual brawler. Ward’s superior technical skills get him leverage, but Max rolls his eyes and “accidentally” smashes his kneecap into Ward’s groin, bringing him to his knees! The crowd is a mixture of cheers and boos, but Max doesn’t let up now that he’s got an advantage.
Joe Hoffman: I wouldn’t exactly call that a technical maneuver.
Benny Newell: It’s cheating, Joe. It’s fucking cheating. And if it had been John Sektor fucking doing it, you’d be all BAH GAWD SOMEONE DQ THAT MAN so shut your fucking hypocritical mouth.
Max lets loose a headbutt. And then another. And then another. Ward rolls to the side, toward the ropes, but a series of stomps from Kael keep him grounded. Max even grabs the ropes, using them for leverage as he puts the boots to his slightly smaller opponent.
Max reaches down to pick Ward up by the hair, grabbing a handful of his thick locks. But Ward grabs outstretched arm, pulling Max over with an arm drag that sends him through the middle ropes and outside to the floor! The arena goes ballistic as Max falls into the guardrail, legions of fans reaching out to touch him.
Evan Ward takes a few steps back, raising an arm into the air as the buzz in the arena grows even louder. He charges for the ropes, diving over the top in a brilliant, ridiculous fucking corkscrew! FlippyShit(TM) rides again as Ward flies through the air, headed straight for Max Kael....
AND INTO A MOTHERFUCKING SPEAR FROM SCOTT STEVENS!
The Scorpion takes Evan Ward right out of the air, launching himself sideways and bringing him down into the steel ring steps with a force not often seen even in an HOW match! An immediate HOLY SHIT change breaks out within the crowd, as Max Kael’s eyes grow wide, staring open mouthed at the horrific scene in front of him. He giggles, his mouth turning into a foul grin.
Joe Hoffman: OH. MY. GOD.
Benny Newell: …...predictable.
Joe Hoffman: Predictable? PREDICTABLE?! BENNY I THINK THAT PHRASE IS BECOMING MISUSED IN HOW! HOLY GOD, EVAN WARD MIGHT BE DEAD!
Scott Stevens climbs off of Evan Ward, who isn’t moving. He lays splayed out next to the steel steps, as Matt Boettcher begins the count out.
1.....
2..........
Max Kael composes himself, rolling into the ring and watching with glee as Evan Ward is counted out.
3.................
4.........................
Chris Diamond grabs at Evan Ward, dragging him toward the apron and trying to help him get back into the ring.
5...............................
Ward is barely conscious, stumbling back over and unable to stand on his own. With a shove, Diamond pushes him under the ropes and into the ring. The count ends, but Max immediately charges for the corner, laying boots into Ward once again! Despite his new good guy outlook, the fans begin to boo Max as he ruthless assaults his half-dead opponent.
Joe Hoffman: Someone stop this... get EMTs to the ring. How is Evan Ward supposed to continue?
Benny Newell: I always say I want them to die... and now Evan Ward might really... oh my God...
Joe Hoffman: ...Benny, are you alright?
Benny Newell: Yeah... yeah, Joe. It’s just... this is the happiest day of my life.
Diamond reaches into the ring to try and make a tag to Ward, but Max shoves him away and pulls Ward to the center of the ring. He drops down and makes the cover, and Boettcher counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
[The Space Between DEFIANCE Show Postings]
NO! WARD SOMEHOW FUCKING KICKS OUT!
Joe Hoffman: No way!
Benny Newell: HOW IS HE ALIVE?! JUST DIE ALREADY YOU FUCK!
The reaction is deafening, and SOME. FUCKING. HOW. Evan Ward gets a shoulder up off the mat! It’s a quiet, desperate kickout, and Max Kael is enraged. He rolls off of Ward, but before he can assault him again, Ward uses the last of his strength to crawl dive toward the corner, just barely grazing Diamond’s fingertips and making the tag! The crowd goes fucking apeshit as Diamond hops over the ropes, charging in and bringing Max Kael to the mat with a thunderous clothesline!
Joe Hoffman: Chris Diamond is in the match! Diamond is the legal man!
Benny Newell: Someone should hit him with an actual spear. In the face. God I hate you, Diamond.
Max climbs up to his feet once more, but Diamond takes him down with another clothesline! And another! Max is reeling as he staggers to his feet, pointing at Diamond and telling him to wait just a second. The former Ladykiller looks confused as Max holds his finger in the air, turning his back on his opponent like he’s hiding something.
Matt Boettcher leans in to check for the brass knuckles, but instead Max Kael makes the tag! He quickly rolls out of the ring, and before Diamond realizes what he’s done, Stevens is in the ring and boots him in the stomach!
Joe Hoffman: THE TOXIC STING! OUT OF NO--
Before Hoffman can finish, Diamond catches the boot and spins Stevens around, pushing him into the turnbuckle. Stevens grits his teeth and comes back at Diamond, only to catch a boot to the stomach of his own! The crowd roars as Diamond goes for the Diamond Stunner... but Stevens reverses as well! He shoves Diamond into the ropes chest first, and Diamond stumbles backward, only to be spun around again!
THE TOXIC STING!
Stevens lands his finishing maneuver in the middle of the ring, and makes the cover! Boettcher drops to count, and Evan Ward is still being attended to by EMTs at ringside!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Scott Stevens throws his arm in the air, standing up from over top of his opponent and celebrating in the ring. As he turns to look for his partner, he sees that Max is already near the top of the ramp, scampering away with his Folger’s can full of ashes... having completely abandoned his partner.
Bryan McVay: Here are your winners, in 8:32.... Scott Stevens and Maximilian Kael... THE UN....STAAAAAABLE!
Stevens throws Boettcher’s hand away from him, dropping to his back and rolling out of the ring. He scowls as he marches back up the ramp, to the roar of the crowd. At ringside, Evan Ward is beginning to come to after his horrendous bump as the camera cuts backstage.
Instead the HOV fires up with a black background and Bright Neon Green letters reading ‘The Lady Killers’. The crowd pops recognizing the clubbing duo of last year’s tag team tournament that got over better than Mario himself. The letters disappear and a shot from inside a house with tan walls decorated with family photos blurred out shows up. In steps Chris Diamond giving a cheesy smile making the crowd reacts in a positive manner even if it’s Scotty’s arena. The words ‘previously recorded’ show up in #970000 Red as Diamond begins to speak.
“Hello to everyone in Harford! The crowd cheers for the mention of the city. Just if you didn’t get enough of me in the ring moments ago I’m back and with an important announcement. If I could, l would like to get on a serious plain with you and talk about what happened just a few short weeks ago when I; uh Tara caused one of your fellow fans to be mixed up in our match.”
The shot fades to the video of Tara and Chris’s match back on Mayhem
“Tara pulls Diamond to his feet and the two trade some punches as they circle around the ring and too the second board of C4. Diamond connects with a hard punch and lays Tara out against the security railing. A fan hands Tara a soda and she throws it at Diamond, blinding him for a second. Diamond reaches out blindly to grab Tara but she rolls away and Diamond grabs the fan. He pulls the fan over the guardrail and onto the barbed wire board of C4….
BOOOM!
Joe Hoffman: OH GOD! That fan just exploded on the C4!
Benny Newell: That is awesome!”
The shot goes back to Diamond who now is accompanied by the fan who was blown up, Cliff Claven.
Diamond starts to talk once more in a very sincere manner, “This is Cliff Claven. Your fellow HOW Fan that was tragically blown up by Tara. You can see that with a great team of physicians; Mr. Claven is up and healthy once again. Not a lot of people are able to make it through what he’s been through and with that the medical bills are a horror story of their own. Some say that it’s my fault that he was blown up, others would point the finger at Tara, but there’s really only one whose responsible for this. SCOTTYWOOD!!!! That is why am asking you the FANS of HOW to come together and find Scottywood a Doctor who will sign his release papers that way at March to Glory I can redeem this man’s pain by making the one is responsible for all of this pay once and for all.”
The crowd goes crazy breaking off into a ‘Diamond / Woodson’ chant coming from both sides of the arena.
The camera closes in on Diamond now whose eyes seem to be piercing into the very souls of everyone watching as he speaks.
“Woodson, I know you want back in the ring and get even. All the stipulations you’ve thrown at me, all the bullshit Baal has been doing, your Twitter rants, and Hashtag 101 ways to kill Diamond. They don’t mean dick if you can’t get in there and face me. Sure I lost one of them and it took me out of the LBI but I’ve kept wrestling while you’re carrying around a stick trying to be a badass as a GM.”
Diamond shakes his head back and forth as he laughs.
“You keep thinking that you’re going to kill me Scotty. I guess I didn’t realize that when Jace hit you the second time it would make you as dumb as your son Frankie. But hey it runs in the family even if he’s adopted. But I’m off track; I’m willing to pay $25,000 to get a Doctor to sign Scotty’s paperwork. You say that nothing will stop you Woodson, so come March to Glory will find out. I’ll be waiting.”
The HOV fades to black as the camera crew pans the crowd which is now more amped up than ever while cutting to the backstage area.