Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 9, 2018 22:15:16 GMT
We come back to the arena with the lights out, 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.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first…hailing from Texas and weighing in at two hundred fifty six pounds…he is The Scorpion….SCOTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEVENNNNNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas. 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 his opponent, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
The lights fade to dark blue in the arena as Ryan’s music starts. A few bars after the music kicks in, Ryan emerges from the curtain and paces back and forth on the stage, keeping his eyes on the ring and its occupants.
Bryan McVay: And his tag team partner, fighting out of Chicago Illinois, by way of Glasgow, Scotland…he weighed in at two hundred ten pounds….he is RYANNNNNNNNNNNNNN MCKENNNNNNNAAAAAAA!!!!
After a few paces, he breaks into a run down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, quickly getting back onto his feet and almost running up the far turnbuckle to beat his chest and raise his fists to the crowd.
There’s a moment of silence in the arena, before Rage Against The Machine’s Killing In The Name Of fires up, and the two members of Sex and Money start making their way to the ring.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents, coming to us with a combined weight of four hundred and fifty seven pounds, representing Sex and Money, they are NOAH HANSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN AND DARINNNNNNN ZIONNNNN!!!!!!!
All four men are in the ring for a minute or two, as Boettcher seperates them, but he does so quickly, and calls for the bell!
The bell rings, and immediately, we’re starting off with Hanson and Stevens. The two circle each other for a moment, tentatively looking for the opening to leap in with the classic collar and elbow tie up! The two men wrestle back and forth for a moment, before Hanson, with his speed advantage,
goes behind Stevens with a basic hammerlock! He wrenches back and forth before the Texan escapes, grabbing a head lock of his own! Now, Stevens looks mightly pleased with himself as he finds himself in early control of the match…but Hanson shoots him into the ropes, before he catches him with a crisp powerslam!
Benny Newell: Ya woulda thought that motherfuckers would have figured out by now that the side head lock is NEVER a good choice in any situation.
Joe Hoffman: Well, Benny, it does give them a chance to get their wits about them…
Benny Newell: Bullshit. That shit ALWAYS gets reversed. You always end up paying for it.
Stevens, however, is quick to pull himself back up to his feet, and there’s a brief exchange of blows, until Hanson nails a good kick to the midsection! He quickly follows this up with a snapmare, before he delivers a quick series of kicks to the back of Stevens head, punctuating the combination with a dropkick finale! Hanson goes to pick Stevens up, but here’s the thing – when he does get Stevens up to his feet, he fires off a belly to belly suplex almost like it’s by reflex – like from too many years spent in a wrestling ring. Hanson shakes his head, looking a little confused as he pulls himself back up, but he advances on the Texan once again! He goes to throw a kick, but Stevens catches his leg and hurls him overhead with a Capture Suplex!
Joe Hoffman: A series of suplexes here from Stevens seems to have him firmly in control!
Hanson backs off to his corner, tagging in Zion, and Stevens is clearly enjoying that. Zion seems to decide that speed is his best option against the much bigger Stevens, and flies at him…but gets caught by Stevens, who is more than happy to facilitate his return to the canvas! He hurls him overhead, and Zion lands hard! Stevens stalks him, waiting for him to get back to his feet…before he chucks him back overhead with a half nelson suplex! Unfortunately for Stevens, as he gets to his feet, he’s just close enough to his corner for McKenna to tag himself in! Boettcher immediately sees the tag, and starts hollering at Stevens to get out of the ring! There’s a sour look shared between the two, as McKenna advances on Zion.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think McKenna did himself any favours with Stevens there, Benny.
Benny Newell: Ya, well, it was a douchebag move and he knows it. Why do you want to do any of the work when your tag partner has things firmly under control, anyway?
Joe Hoffman: I’m sure there’s a myriad of reasons, Benny. He could want to show that he’s still goo…
Benny Newell: Shut up, Hoffman. Seriously. Shut up. It was a rhetorical question.
Joe Hoffman: Well, no, because I feel…
Benny Newell: Shut. Up. The answer? You fucking don’t. Half of the glory for absolutely no fucking work. I’ll drink to that!
Zion’s pulled himself back up while the two former stablemates are jawing at each other after that uninvited tag, and he immediately goes into an exchange of blows with McKenna! Apparently, Hanson’s said something to Stevens, because he’s pulled him off the apron, and folks, it’s all broken down here! The brawl rages on both inside and outside of the ring, until Zion buys himself a little space, leaps up and delivers a vicious hurricanrana to McKenna!
Benny Newell: I’ve said it a million fucking times, Hoffman, and you know what? I’m gonna say it again. Those flippy shit moves? You’ll break your fucking neck.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think we’ve had a broken neck from a hurricanrana here in HOW yet…
Benny Newell: Just a matter of time, Hoffman. Just a matter of time.
Stevens and Hanson are still going at it outside of the ring, exchanging punch after punch. With McKenna still feeling the effects of that vicious hurricanrana from Zion, Zion senses an opportunity – he takes a run up, before he charges full speed across the ring, quickly hopping up before he hurls himself at his tag partner and one of his opponents, taking them out!
Benny Newell: Dumb fuck just took out his own partner…and he took himself out too!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think he did, Benny!
Newell merely grunts as Zion quickly hops back up to his feet, sliding back into the ring, as he charges at McKenna, who out of nowhere, leaps up and grabs a hold of the back of Zion’s neck, delivering the Scatter Shot…or not! McKenna doesn’t seem to be able to generate enough force to drive Zion’s head into the canvas, so the Sex and Money member staggers backwards, away from McKenna! McKenna gets back up, a look of pure frustration written all over his face, heading straight for Zion, who sees him coming and ducks out of the way of the first kick! McKenna throws another,
barely glancing the ribcage of Zion who sees the opportunity and steps forward, driving an elbow right into McKenna’s sternum!
Joe Hoffman: The momentum feels firmly like it’s with Zion here…first that spectacular dive to the outside, now he seems to have total control of McKenna here…
Benny Newell: Oh yeah, sure, fine. Whatever man. Not like Stevens is finally starting to realize that he’s actually in a wrestling match on the outside of the ring, or anything like that.
Indeed, on the outside of the ring, the proud Texan is finally starting to show consciousness. Zion looks to throw another elbow, but McKenna senses it coming, and dodges out of the way. Zion lunges again, and this time, the Scot uses it as an opening of his own! He grabs a muay thai clinch and starts firing away with knees and elbows at close quarters! Zion starts trying to back away, trying to escape, but McKenna’s firmly in control, and Zion ends up in the corner! Immediately, HOW Senior Official, Matt Boettcher starts calling for the break, but McKenna just keeps firing away with the muay thai strikes! Boettcher gets to the four, before he inserts himself between McKenna and Zion, ensuring the Scot is in the center of the ring, away from Zion.
Benny Newell: Or, ya know, the fucker could throw a sloppy elbow at a Glaswegian. That’s a good plan too.
Joe Hoffman: True enough, Benny. McKenna does have a devastating strike based offence…
Boettcher releases McKenna…and he takes a standing start before he smashes his boots into Zion’s chest with a dropkick! Zion slumps down the turnbuckles, but McKenna quickly picks him up, putting him onto the top turnbuckle. He clambers up after him, looking to deliver a Scatter Shot from up there, but Zion senses what’s coming! He starts firing desperately away with his fists, trying to do enough to knock McKenna off, but the Scot fires back! They go back and forth, swaying for a minute, until Zion drives his head forward, smashing it into McKenna’s! Despite coming from a city where they pride themselves on headbutts, McKenna almost floats to the canvas below – almost being the operative word, because the crash at the end says otherwise. Zion takes a moment to steady himself, right as we can see the arms of Stevens, starting to pull himself into the ring…
But Zion leaps off the top turnbuckle before Stevens is in the ring, delivering the Catalyst Splash to McKenna! Stevens tries to slide in the ring as Boettcher drops for the cover…but hanging onto one leg for dear life is Noah Hanson!
One….
Stevens’ is still trying to force his way into the ring, doing his level best to shake Hanson off his leg!
Two…….
Hanson finally comes flying off, as the Texan flies into the ring……
Three!!!
But he’s too late as Boettcher’s hand drops for the third and final time!
Bryan McVay: And your winners, in 7 minutes, 22 seconds…Sex and Money…Noah Hanson and Darin Zion!!!
Joe Hoffman: Well, Sex and Money pick up the victory here, folks. We’re getting word we’ve got to throw it backstage. When we come back, we have the HOW ICON Champion in a non title match against Brian Hollywood! Don’t go anywhere, folks.
Bryan McVay: Introducing first…hailing from Texas and weighing in at two hundred fifty six pounds…he is The Scorpion….SCOTTTTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEVENNNNNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas. 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 his opponent, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
The lights fade to dark blue in the arena as Ryan’s music starts. A few bars after the music kicks in, Ryan emerges from the curtain and paces back and forth on the stage, keeping his eyes on the ring and its occupants.
Bryan McVay: And his tag team partner, fighting out of Chicago Illinois, by way of Glasgow, Scotland…he weighed in at two hundred ten pounds….he is RYANNNNNNNNNNNNNN MCKENNNNNNNAAAAAAA!!!!
After a few paces, he breaks into a run down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, quickly getting back onto his feet and almost running up the far turnbuckle to beat his chest and raise his fists to the crowd.
There’s a moment of silence in the arena, before Rage Against The Machine’s Killing In The Name Of fires up, and the two members of Sex and Money start making their way to the ring.
Bryan McVay: And their opponents, coming to us with a combined weight of four hundred and fifty seven pounds, representing Sex and Money, they are NOAH HANSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN AND DARINNNNNNN ZIONNNNN!!!!!!!
All four men are in the ring for a minute or two, as Boettcher seperates them, but he does so quickly, and calls for the bell!
The bell rings, and immediately, we’re starting off with Hanson and Stevens. The two circle each other for a moment, tentatively looking for the opening to leap in with the classic collar and elbow tie up! The two men wrestle back and forth for a moment, before Hanson, with his speed advantage,
goes behind Stevens with a basic hammerlock! He wrenches back and forth before the Texan escapes, grabbing a head lock of his own! Now, Stevens looks mightly pleased with himself as he finds himself in early control of the match…but Hanson shoots him into the ropes, before he catches him with a crisp powerslam!
Benny Newell: Ya woulda thought that motherfuckers would have figured out by now that the side head lock is NEVER a good choice in any situation.
Joe Hoffman: Well, Benny, it does give them a chance to get their wits about them…
Benny Newell: Bullshit. That shit ALWAYS gets reversed. You always end up paying for it.
Stevens, however, is quick to pull himself back up to his feet, and there’s a brief exchange of blows, until Hanson nails a good kick to the midsection! He quickly follows this up with a snapmare, before he delivers a quick series of kicks to the back of Stevens head, punctuating the combination with a dropkick finale! Hanson goes to pick Stevens up, but here’s the thing – when he does get Stevens up to his feet, he fires off a belly to belly suplex almost like it’s by reflex – like from too many years spent in a wrestling ring. Hanson shakes his head, looking a little confused as he pulls himself back up, but he advances on the Texan once again! He goes to throw a kick, but Stevens catches his leg and hurls him overhead with a Capture Suplex!
Joe Hoffman: A series of suplexes here from Stevens seems to have him firmly in control!
Hanson backs off to his corner, tagging in Zion, and Stevens is clearly enjoying that. Zion seems to decide that speed is his best option against the much bigger Stevens, and flies at him…but gets caught by Stevens, who is more than happy to facilitate his return to the canvas! He hurls him overhead, and Zion lands hard! Stevens stalks him, waiting for him to get back to his feet…before he chucks him back overhead with a half nelson suplex! Unfortunately for Stevens, as he gets to his feet, he’s just close enough to his corner for McKenna to tag himself in! Boettcher immediately sees the tag, and starts hollering at Stevens to get out of the ring! There’s a sour look shared between the two, as McKenna advances on Zion.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think McKenna did himself any favours with Stevens there, Benny.
Benny Newell: Ya, well, it was a douchebag move and he knows it. Why do you want to do any of the work when your tag partner has things firmly under control, anyway?
Joe Hoffman: I’m sure there’s a myriad of reasons, Benny. He could want to show that he’s still goo…
Benny Newell: Shut up, Hoffman. Seriously. Shut up. It was a rhetorical question.
Joe Hoffman: Well, no, because I feel…
Benny Newell: Shut. Up. The answer? You fucking don’t. Half of the glory for absolutely no fucking work. I’ll drink to that!
Zion’s pulled himself back up while the two former stablemates are jawing at each other after that uninvited tag, and he immediately goes into an exchange of blows with McKenna! Apparently, Hanson’s said something to Stevens, because he’s pulled him off the apron, and folks, it’s all broken down here! The brawl rages on both inside and outside of the ring, until Zion buys himself a little space, leaps up and delivers a vicious hurricanrana to McKenna!
Benny Newell: I’ve said it a million fucking times, Hoffman, and you know what? I’m gonna say it again. Those flippy shit moves? You’ll break your fucking neck.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think we’ve had a broken neck from a hurricanrana here in HOW yet…
Benny Newell: Just a matter of time, Hoffman. Just a matter of time.
Stevens and Hanson are still going at it outside of the ring, exchanging punch after punch. With McKenna still feeling the effects of that vicious hurricanrana from Zion, Zion senses an opportunity – he takes a run up, before he charges full speed across the ring, quickly hopping up before he hurls himself at his tag partner and one of his opponents, taking them out!
Benny Newell: Dumb fuck just took out his own partner…and he took himself out too!
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think he did, Benny!
Newell merely grunts as Zion quickly hops back up to his feet, sliding back into the ring, as he charges at McKenna, who out of nowhere, leaps up and grabs a hold of the back of Zion’s neck, delivering the Scatter Shot…or not! McKenna doesn’t seem to be able to generate enough force to drive Zion’s head into the canvas, so the Sex and Money member staggers backwards, away from McKenna! McKenna gets back up, a look of pure frustration written all over his face, heading straight for Zion, who sees him coming and ducks out of the way of the first kick! McKenna throws another,
barely glancing the ribcage of Zion who sees the opportunity and steps forward, driving an elbow right into McKenna’s sternum!
Joe Hoffman: The momentum feels firmly like it’s with Zion here…first that spectacular dive to the outside, now he seems to have total control of McKenna here…
Benny Newell: Oh yeah, sure, fine. Whatever man. Not like Stevens is finally starting to realize that he’s actually in a wrestling match on the outside of the ring, or anything like that.
Indeed, on the outside of the ring, the proud Texan is finally starting to show consciousness. Zion looks to throw another elbow, but McKenna senses it coming, and dodges out of the way. Zion lunges again, and this time, the Scot uses it as an opening of his own! He grabs a muay thai clinch and starts firing away with knees and elbows at close quarters! Zion starts trying to back away, trying to escape, but McKenna’s firmly in control, and Zion ends up in the corner! Immediately, HOW Senior Official, Matt Boettcher starts calling for the break, but McKenna just keeps firing away with the muay thai strikes! Boettcher gets to the four, before he inserts himself between McKenna and Zion, ensuring the Scot is in the center of the ring, away from Zion.
Benny Newell: Or, ya know, the fucker could throw a sloppy elbow at a Glaswegian. That’s a good plan too.
Joe Hoffman: True enough, Benny. McKenna does have a devastating strike based offence…
Boettcher releases McKenna…and he takes a standing start before he smashes his boots into Zion’s chest with a dropkick! Zion slumps down the turnbuckles, but McKenna quickly picks him up, putting him onto the top turnbuckle. He clambers up after him, looking to deliver a Scatter Shot from up there, but Zion senses what’s coming! He starts firing desperately away with his fists, trying to do enough to knock McKenna off, but the Scot fires back! They go back and forth, swaying for a minute, until Zion drives his head forward, smashing it into McKenna’s! Despite coming from a city where they pride themselves on headbutts, McKenna almost floats to the canvas below – almost being the operative word, because the crash at the end says otherwise. Zion takes a moment to steady himself, right as we can see the arms of Stevens, starting to pull himself into the ring…
But Zion leaps off the top turnbuckle before Stevens is in the ring, delivering the Catalyst Splash to McKenna! Stevens tries to slide in the ring as Boettcher drops for the cover…but hanging onto one leg for dear life is Noah Hanson!
One….
Stevens’ is still trying to force his way into the ring, doing his level best to shake Hanson off his leg!
Two…….
Hanson finally comes flying off, as the Texan flies into the ring……
Three!!!
But he’s too late as Boettcher’s hand drops for the third and final time!
Bryan McVay: And your winners, in 7 minutes, 22 seconds…Sex and Money…Noah Hanson and Darin Zion!!!
Joe Hoffman: Well, Sex and Money pick up the victory here, folks. We’re getting word we’ve got to throw it backstage. When we come back, we have the HOW ICON Champion in a non title match against Brian Hollywood! Don’t go anywhere, folks.