Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 9, 2018 22:12:11 GMT
The camera cuts from backstage to the ring, where J Stevenson is already standing alongside referee Joel Hortega and announcer Brian McVay, preparing for the next match.
Brian McVay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at 250lbs… J… STEEEEEEEEVENSOOOOOON!
Joe Hoffman: Yes, we’re back at ringside for our next contest, where J Stevenson looks to make it three for three after knocking off Judd Crenshaw last week.
Benny Newell: He nearly lost his arm in the process though, he’d better be real careful or we might not be seeing him again for some time.
Joe Hoffman: Not like you to care about the wellbeing of talent, Benny.
Benny Newell: It is when I put a hundred bucks on him winning.
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 a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred. Texas Forever.” branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as a piano calmly plays throughout the PA system and “Til I Collapse” by Eminem begins to play. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out Scott Stevens from the stage.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, from the state of Texas, weighing in at 256lbs… SCOTT… STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEENS!
Joe Hoffman: We’ve seen a different side of Scott Stevens recently after he beat Hugo Scorpio three weeks ago. He seemed a bit tentative against Reggie Rivid, and then last week he and his former teammate Ryan McKenna were at each other’s throats.
Benny Newell: This fucker needs to get his head on straight! We’re already a man down against Boardwalk after Chris Diamond got picked, we don’t need any more dead weight!
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans 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 Stevenson, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat. Hortega checks both men for weapons, and motions to the time keeper.
DING, DING, DING!
There’s a tentative start from both men as they circle the ring. Stevens extends his arms for a collar and elbow tie up, and Stevenson accepts, but after some shoving Stevens starts pushing Stevenson back and into the corner. Stevens breaks clean and steps back towards the centre of the ring as Stevenson gets his head together.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is a little bit heavier and a little bit taller than Stevenson, but it looks to be paying off for him in the opening moments of this contest.
Benny Newell: Okay, can we agree to call Stevens something else for this match? “Scott”, “Tex”, “Tampon”, something? I’m half a bottle of whiskey down already, this is going to be hard as fuck to keep track of.
The two lock up again, and Stevens gets Stevenson in a side headlock, but Stevenson transitions into an arm lock and wrenches the arm. Stevens tries to reverse into an arm lock of his own, but when that doesn’t work he instead pulls Stevenson in and breaks out by brute force by way of a clothesline. Stevenson is back to his feet almost straight away, but Stevens is right on him with punches and forearms until again Stevenson is pushed back into the corner and Stevens gets a few more shots in until this time Hortega forces the break. Again, the two lock up, but when Stevenson goes for a side headlock, Stevens pushes him into the ropes, and hits a Northern Lights Suplex on the rebound, holding the bridge to try and get a quick pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Joe Hoffman: Kick out at two by Stevenson here, but Scott has him firmly under control here. He’s looking a lot more focused than normal, if he’s been doing anything new this week it looks like it is working.
Benny Newell: Probably some sage advice from his War Games captain, good to know he’s doing his job instead of robbing the blind.
Stevens is back on Stevenson straight away, pulling him up and delivering a German Suplex. He keeps hold of the waist, trying to go for a second, but when he pulls Stevenson back upright again he gets a few elbows to the face for his troubles. Stevenson runs the ropes and tries to go for a clothesline, but Stevens ducks it, grabs the waist and delivers the second German Suplex anyway, going for another pin.
ONE…
TWO…
And again, Stevenson kicks out at two. Stevens gets onto his feet before Stevenson, and tries to pull Stevenson up early, but Stevenson gives him a few punches to the gut until Stevens backs off. Stevens goes back to work again, going for a vertical suplex, but Stevenson manages to reverse it into a vertical suplex of his own.
Joe Hoffman: Stevenson finally getting out of the blocks here, this could be the opening he needs.
Benny Newell: Come on Stevens, get up! Wait, no, Stevenson, no, Stevens, fuck! DRINK!
Both men are down, so Hortega starts counting. When he gets to five, both men are stirring, and both are on their feet at roughly the same time at the eight count. Stevenson manages to punch first, but Stevens follows up with one of his own, and Stevenson retaliates, eventually staggering the Texan into the ropes. He goes for an Irish Whip, but Stevens reverses it, and when Stevenson rebounds…
Joe Hoffman: REMEMBER THE ALAMO!
Benny Newell: FUCK! God dammit Stevenson, you’d better not choke now!
After getting dropped to a knee by the super kick, Stevenson groggily gets back to his feet and turns around, but when Stevens goes for the Toxic Sting, Stevenson has just enough wherewithal to grab the ropes and slip free. Seeing his opportunity, he watches Stevens roll away to get some distance and get to his feet, spinning Stevens around.
Joe Hoffman: STEVENSON HITS THE HIGHLIGHT REEL!
He goes for the cover…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING, DING, DING!
Stevens kicks out, but it’s a millisecond too late and Hortega motions for the bell as Stevenson rolls out of the ring and celebrates while leaning against the barricade.
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner, in 8 minutes 43 seconds… J… STEEEEEEEEVENSOOOOOON!
Benny Newell: Oh thank god!
Joe Hoffman: Well, it was a close call, but Stevenson just barely got the victory here over Stevens tonight!
Stevens rolls out after Stevenson and after a few tense seconds, extends his hand for a handshake, which Stevenson accepts. With that, Stevens takes the walk of shame as Stevenson has his hand raised by Hortega and the camera feed cuts elsewhere.
Brian McVay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at 250lbs… J… STEEEEEEEEVENSOOOOOON!
Joe Hoffman: Yes, we’re back at ringside for our next contest, where J Stevenson looks to make it three for three after knocking off Judd Crenshaw last week.
Benny Newell: He nearly lost his arm in the process though, he’d better be real careful or we might not be seeing him again for some time.
Joe Hoffman: Not like you to care about the wellbeing of talent, Benny.
Benny Newell: It is when I put a hundred bucks on him winning.
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 a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred. Texas Forever.” branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as a piano calmly plays throughout the PA system and “Til I Collapse” by Eminem begins to play. The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out Scott Stevens from the stage.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, from the state of Texas, weighing in at 256lbs… SCOTT… STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEENS!
Joe Hoffman: We’ve seen a different side of Scott Stevens recently after he beat Hugo Scorpio three weeks ago. He seemed a bit tentative against Reggie Rivid, and then last week he and his former teammate Ryan McKenna were at each other’s throats.
Benny Newell: This fucker needs to get his head on straight! We’re already a man down against Boardwalk after Chris Diamond got picked, we don’t need any more dead weight!
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans 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 Stevenson, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat. Hortega checks both men for weapons, and motions to the time keeper.
DING, DING, DING!
There’s a tentative start from both men as they circle the ring. Stevens extends his arms for a collar and elbow tie up, and Stevenson accepts, but after some shoving Stevens starts pushing Stevenson back and into the corner. Stevens breaks clean and steps back towards the centre of the ring as Stevenson gets his head together.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is a little bit heavier and a little bit taller than Stevenson, but it looks to be paying off for him in the opening moments of this contest.
Benny Newell: Okay, can we agree to call Stevens something else for this match? “Scott”, “Tex”, “Tampon”, something? I’m half a bottle of whiskey down already, this is going to be hard as fuck to keep track of.
The two lock up again, and Stevens gets Stevenson in a side headlock, but Stevenson transitions into an arm lock and wrenches the arm. Stevens tries to reverse into an arm lock of his own, but when that doesn’t work he instead pulls Stevenson in and breaks out by brute force by way of a clothesline. Stevenson is back to his feet almost straight away, but Stevens is right on him with punches and forearms until again Stevenson is pushed back into the corner and Stevens gets a few more shots in until this time Hortega forces the break. Again, the two lock up, but when Stevenson goes for a side headlock, Stevens pushes him into the ropes, and hits a Northern Lights Suplex on the rebound, holding the bridge to try and get a quick pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Joe Hoffman: Kick out at two by Stevenson here, but Scott has him firmly under control here. He’s looking a lot more focused than normal, if he’s been doing anything new this week it looks like it is working.
Benny Newell: Probably some sage advice from his War Games captain, good to know he’s doing his job instead of robbing the blind.
Stevens is back on Stevenson straight away, pulling him up and delivering a German Suplex. He keeps hold of the waist, trying to go for a second, but when he pulls Stevenson back upright again he gets a few elbows to the face for his troubles. Stevenson runs the ropes and tries to go for a clothesline, but Stevens ducks it, grabs the waist and delivers the second German Suplex anyway, going for another pin.
ONE…
TWO…
And again, Stevenson kicks out at two. Stevens gets onto his feet before Stevenson, and tries to pull Stevenson up early, but Stevenson gives him a few punches to the gut until Stevens backs off. Stevens goes back to work again, going for a vertical suplex, but Stevenson manages to reverse it into a vertical suplex of his own.
Joe Hoffman: Stevenson finally getting out of the blocks here, this could be the opening he needs.
Benny Newell: Come on Stevens, get up! Wait, no, Stevenson, no, Stevens, fuck! DRINK!
Both men are down, so Hortega starts counting. When he gets to five, both men are stirring, and both are on their feet at roughly the same time at the eight count. Stevenson manages to punch first, but Stevens follows up with one of his own, and Stevenson retaliates, eventually staggering the Texan into the ropes. He goes for an Irish Whip, but Stevens reverses it, and when Stevenson rebounds…
Joe Hoffman: REMEMBER THE ALAMO!
Benny Newell: FUCK! God dammit Stevenson, you’d better not choke now!
After getting dropped to a knee by the super kick, Stevenson groggily gets back to his feet and turns around, but when Stevens goes for the Toxic Sting, Stevenson has just enough wherewithal to grab the ropes and slip free. Seeing his opportunity, he watches Stevens roll away to get some distance and get to his feet, spinning Stevens around.
Joe Hoffman: STEVENSON HITS THE HIGHLIGHT REEL!
He goes for the cover…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING, DING, DING!
Stevens kicks out, but it’s a millisecond too late and Hortega motions for the bell as Stevenson rolls out of the ring and celebrates while leaning against the barricade.
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner, in 8 minutes 43 seconds… J… STEEEEEEEEVENSOOOOOON!
Benny Newell: Oh thank god!
Joe Hoffman: Well, it was a close call, but Stevenson just barely got the victory here over Stevens tonight!
Stevens rolls out after Stevenson and after a few tense seconds, extends his hand for a handshake, which Stevenson accepts. With that, Stevens takes the walk of shame as Stevenson has his hand raised by Hortega and the camera feed cuts elsewhere.