Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 9, 2018 22:26:27 GMT
With Diamond already in the ring, Eminem’s “Til I Collapse” hits and floods the arena, as Scott Stevens makes his way out from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction. He walks down the ramp to the ring, as Bryan McVay makes the introductions.
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
Before McVay can continue, Stevens slides into the ring and sprints at Diamond; taking him down with a vicious clothesline.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens isn’t wasting any time here!
Benny Newell: He probably wants to get backstage and chow down on some jam rag, Hoffman!
Stevens is straight back on the offensive, grabbing Diamond by the hair and lifting him to his feet, before delivering a series of chops to the chest that back the former LSD Champion into a corner. Stevens lays into Diamond with a few more chops, before referee Matt Boettcher steps in-between the two men to break things up. Stevens backs away, raising his hands to protest his innocence, as the referee gives him a warning. Diamond staggers out of the corner, still shell-shocked by Stevens’ fast-paced attack, but before he can gather his bearings, Stevens puts him down with a Houston Sidekick!
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens isn’t giving Diamond a moment of peace out here tonight!
Stevens drops an elbow to Diamond’s mid-section, before lifting him to his feet and whipping him across the ring. As Diamond bounces of the ropes, Stevens lunges forward for another clothesline, but Diamond ducks underneath. The Lady Killer turns and boots Stevens in the gut, before dropping him with a DDT. Diamond goes for the cover and Boettcher drops to the mat for the count:
Joe Hoffman: This one could be over!
ONE…
TWO…
Kickout!
Joe Hoffman: Diamond almost causes the upset, but Scott Stevens kicks out at two!
Benny Newell: Oh please, when has a match ever finished with a DDT around here?!?
Stevens and Diamond both rise to their feet quickly and Diamond charges at the big Texan, only to run straight into a boot to the mid-section. With Diamond doubled over, Stevens takes advantage by setting him up for a Piledriver that lays Diamond out on the mat!
Joe Hoffman: A perfect Piledriver from Scott Stevens!
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Joe. Scott Stevens wouldn’t know perfection if she beat his ass and shoved her tampon in his mouth.
Joe Hoffman: You think Tara is perfection?
Benny Newell: Those titties are!
Stevens pulls Diamond to his feet and boots him in the gut again, before delivering another Piledriver to leave the former LSD Champion lifeless on the mat. He rises to his feet and looks down at his fallen opponent, before picking up Diamond yet again; this time whipping him into the corner with all the force he can muster. Diamond crashes against the turnbuckle, before staggering backwards and straight into a Toxic Sting!
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting!
Benny Newell: Alright, calm the fuck down, Joe!
Scott Stevens covers Diamond and Matt Boettcher drops down for the count:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… Scott… STEEEEEEEEEVENNSSSS!
Matt Boettcher raises the big Texan’s arm in victory, but Stevens pulls it away; signaling to the referee to leave him alone. Stevens climbs the nearest corner and raises his arms in victory, as the action turns to the announce table…
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
Before McVay can continue, Stevens slides into the ring and sprints at Diamond; taking him down with a vicious clothesline.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens isn’t wasting any time here!
Benny Newell: He probably wants to get backstage and chow down on some jam rag, Hoffman!
Stevens is straight back on the offensive, grabbing Diamond by the hair and lifting him to his feet, before delivering a series of chops to the chest that back the former LSD Champion into a corner. Stevens lays into Diamond with a few more chops, before referee Matt Boettcher steps in-between the two men to break things up. Stevens backs away, raising his hands to protest his innocence, as the referee gives him a warning. Diamond staggers out of the corner, still shell-shocked by Stevens’ fast-paced attack, but before he can gather his bearings, Stevens puts him down with a Houston Sidekick!
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens isn’t giving Diamond a moment of peace out here tonight!
Stevens drops an elbow to Diamond’s mid-section, before lifting him to his feet and whipping him across the ring. As Diamond bounces of the ropes, Stevens lunges forward for another clothesline, but Diamond ducks underneath. The Lady Killer turns and boots Stevens in the gut, before dropping him with a DDT. Diamond goes for the cover and Boettcher drops to the mat for the count:
Joe Hoffman: This one could be over!
ONE…
TWO…
Kickout!
Joe Hoffman: Diamond almost causes the upset, but Scott Stevens kicks out at two!
Benny Newell: Oh please, when has a match ever finished with a DDT around here?!?
Stevens and Diamond both rise to their feet quickly and Diamond charges at the big Texan, only to run straight into a boot to the mid-section. With Diamond doubled over, Stevens takes advantage by setting him up for a Piledriver that lays Diamond out on the mat!
Joe Hoffman: A perfect Piledriver from Scott Stevens!
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Joe. Scott Stevens wouldn’t know perfection if she beat his ass and shoved her tampon in his mouth.
Joe Hoffman: You think Tara is perfection?
Benny Newell: Those titties are!
Stevens pulls Diamond to his feet and boots him in the gut again, before delivering another Piledriver to leave the former LSD Champion lifeless on the mat. He rises to his feet and looks down at his fallen opponent, before picking up Diamond yet again; this time whipping him into the corner with all the force he can muster. Diamond crashes against the turnbuckle, before staggering backwards and straight into a Toxic Sting!
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting!
Benny Newell: Alright, calm the fuck down, Joe!
Scott Stevens covers Diamond and Matt Boettcher drops down for the count:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… Scott… STEEEEEEEEEVENNSSSS!
Matt Boettcher raises the big Texan’s arm in victory, but Stevens pulls it away; signaling to the referee to leave him alone. Stevens climbs the nearest corner and raises his arms in victory, as the action turns to the announce table…