Post by Jman2k3 on Aug 14, 2019 1:42:20 GMT
Margarita Mix – 1st Round
Scott Stevens/Duce Jones vs. Crash Rodriguez/Lilith
~The OCW Arena lights transition back into their Margarita Mix hue! The fans buzz…we spot a few individuals chugging margaritas. Others, standing around, rush to the concession stand before they close…this is definitely Margarita drinking weather. Belvedere, inside the ring, clears his opulent throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a first round contest in the Margarita Mix tournament!! It is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins~
♫ “God Was Never On Your Side” by Motorhead♫
~The video screen lights up and static appears before silhouettes fill the screen as the arena is polluted in jeers. The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the silhouettes come together to form a white mask as red letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS~
Belvedere: Now coming to the ring, from The Great State of Texas……………
~The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain wearing black suit and the ominous white mask. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he is focused on what is in front of him and ignores the vocal bashers~
Belvedere: Weighing in at 256 pounds…he is….SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
~Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring until he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens goes to the nearest corner and ascends the ropes; looking out amongst the crowd he slowly takes off his mask and places takes a long look at it before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.~
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
~The Texan shows no emotion as places the mask and his suit jacket under the bottom rope as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the rest of the competitors~
Smith: Scott Stevens back in action after losing a tough match to Lurrr.
Hood: No shame in losing to Lurrr…especially after kicking out of THREE Wake Up Calls.
Smith: Scott Stevens is a hard headed man, in more ways than one!
Hood: I feel this dude is going to break out at some point…just waiting on it to all come together.
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner…
~The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system~
“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”
~The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd.~
Belvedere: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds! From Memphis, Tennessee… DUCE JONES!
~Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring and removes his hooded vest as he prepares for action~
Smith: It’s been a strange few weeks for Duce Jones. It started on a high, winning the OCW Tag Team Titles. Then some mess involving HOW took place…which, I’m told the powers that be are still ironing out. After that, he saw his freshly earned tag titles taken by the Ministry of Parkness.
Hood: Should have kept the belts on R.O.S.E.
Smith: You may get your wish, Hood. They are gearing up for a rematch at Declassified.
Hood: I can’t believe Lilith is showing up to Declassified. Doesn’t she realize they may recognize her, realize she escaped, and abduct her back into captivity?
Belvedere: And, their opponents…introducing first…
~ As the opening riff of "21st Century Schizoid Man" fills the arena, Crash Rodriguez, wearing a crown of barbed wire. starts to walk down the ramp. As the second verse, "Blood Rack, Barbed Wire", plays Crash holds his head and starts to squeal and shaked, as if calming the pain inside his head. As he regains his composure, he removes his barbed wire crown and he enters the ring as the solo begins playing, he leans against a turnbuckle and falls to a seated position, rocking back in forth until the solo fades away~
Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 204lbs…“The Crooked Man” Crash Rodriguez!!!
Smith: Crash Rodriguez, the reigning newcomer of the month for July!
Hood: Last time we saw this dude he was getting put through a table by Ed Houston.
Smith: That was one heck of a match…unfortunately, someone had to come up short and that someone was Crash. However, I see big things in this man’s future.
Hood: Dude could win the Mix, Smith.
Smith: He’s got a 1/16 shot!
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner…
~'Imaginary-Remix' by Evanescence hits. The camera zooms in, focusing on the entrance ramp as the people in attendance await the arrival of Lilith~
Smith: Lilith taking her time.
Hood: There may have been some leftover cookies in catering.
Smith: Seriously? I thought they were all gone.
Hood: Relax…I’m sure they were all gone. I’m just trying to justify her tardiness.
~Our POV remains focused on the still, lifeless curtain. Fans begin to grumble. Where IS Lilith? The song’s about halfway expired by this point. The shot shifts to the ring. Duce and Stevens are slightly annoyed with Duce having this ‘figures’ expression. Crash is showing double the annoyance, given it’s his tag partner who is apparently AWOL~
Smith: I…I don’t think she’s coming?
Hood: That’s with an ‘o’ and one ‘m’, right?
Smith: Of course! Do I look like some kind of reprobate to you?
Hood: Normally I wouldn’t ask…but when it…com…err…when it relates to Lilith and Twilight, I must be sure.
~The song comes to a close. There is no Lilith. Crash paces, trying hard not to lose his temper. Belvedere reaches toward his ear, eating the information he’s being fed. He nods and speaks~
Belvedere: I have just been informed that this match will begin with or without Lilith! If Lilith does not show up, Crash will be forced to compete in a two against one handicap scenario.
~Crash is nearing the point of becoming livid. He walks up to Belvedere…Scruff gets in the way, preventing Crash from reaching OCW’s famous ring announcer. Belvedere exits the ring. Scruff, while holding Crash back, signals for the bell. It rings. Crash is furious. He shoves Scruff back and balls up his fist, ready to strike the ref~
Smith: Don’t do it, Crash! I know these odds aren’t in your favor…but if you hit Scruff, you’ll be disqualified!
Hood: Fuckin Lilith. She’s the worst!
Smith: Maybe she got held up, Hood. She could come down here at any second…another reason for Crash to control his composure!
Hood: Man, Crash is already battling his psychosis. Now they pair him with LILITH? It’s like OCW didn’t WANT him to win the Mix.
~Duce flies into view with a knee lift, stabbing Crash right in the spine!! Crash stumbles into the ropes. This allows Belvedere a chance to get out of the ring. Duce stays on top of Crash, smashing him in the back with forearm after forearm. He beats Crash down onto one knee…he clasps his hands together and bashes Crash in the back of the head with a double axe handler!! Crash flips over, landing on his back, atop the mat. Duce drops his knee into Crash’s throat, cutting off his air. Scruff begins the five count~
Smith: Duce Jones is really taking it to Crash!
Hood: Talk about some WEAK ASS BOOKING. Dude’s out here, all alone in a two on one match AND he gets jumped from behind.
Smith: These are the hazards of being paired with a stranger, Hood.
Hood: And this is AFTER Lilith made him compete in some weird as fuck obstacle course.
~Duce removes the knee. Crash rolls onto the apron, coughing, holding his throat. He uses the ropes to pull himself up. Duce takes off, hitting the ropes, he charges toward Crash and jumps up with a D-Trigga! Crash drops to the apron!!! Duce gets hung up in the ropes. Crash rolls in under the bottom rope. Duce does his best to get untangled…he does and turns around only to get SMACKED in the head with a roundhouse kick!!! Duce staggers into a corner. Crash charges in with a SPEAR!!! After the spear, he uses his momentum to flip over, wrapping his legs around Duce’s head and tossing him out of the corner, into the center of the ring with a Frankensteiner!!! Duce hits hard, arching his back in pain~
Smith: Crash flipping the momentum…what a move!
Hood: Duce went for the D-Trigga and it cost him. Rumor has it the D-Trigga is the most used move in all of pro wrestling.
Smith: I’m not sure how a person could accurately calculate such a stat.
Hood: Me neither…but they can, and did.
~Duce tries crawling toward the big Texan, Scott Stevens. Crash rushes up, fish hooking Duce’s mouth. Duce flips over and kicks Crash away. Crash stumbles back before charging in and throwing a penalty kick at Duce’s head. Duce ducks down and kips up. He spins around…Crash stumbles near Duce’s corner, getting a good look at the huge Texan. He hesitates before turning around. Duce leaps forward with a D-Trigga. Crash spins and hooks Duce around the waist. Duce reaches out for the tag but Crash hoists him up and drops him on his head with a German Suplex before Duce can make the tag. Duce hits hard, reaching for his head and neck~
Smith: And still no Lilith.
Hood: Maybe he doesn’t need Lilith. Guy might be better off without her.
Smith: Still doesn’t make it right. Why sign up for a tag tournament if you don’t want to tag with anyone other than your wife?
Hood: Because, Lilith.
~Crash, back on his feet, stands over Duce…he extends fully and dives with a headbutt right into Duce’s face!! Duce reaches for his face, kicking his feet. Crash rises to his knees and starts to choke and gouge Duce. Duce yells out, Scruff rushes in, administering the five count. Crash releases at the count of five. He grabs Duce by the head and begins to smash the back of his skull into the mat, repeatedly~
Smith: Crash is taking the gloves off, so to speak. We’re seeing a more violent version of Mr. Rodriguez.
Hood: Yea, he attempted to turn up to eleven at Redacted and it cost him.
Smith: Indeed. But that sort of insane behavior may be necessary in this sort of scenario.
Hood: You mean this fuckening?
Smith: An unfortunate situation for Crash, to be sure.
~Crash ceases with the pounding. Duce is down. The Crooked Man reaches his feet, finally showing some semblance of sanity. Duce, instinctively, reaches up…Crash grabs his arm and pulls Duce to his feet before whipping him roughly into the nearest corner. Duce hits hard. Crash’s back is facing Duce…he turns around and charges in with a HUGE splash. He backs away and begins to unload on Duce with a wild flurry of lefts and rights. The man is going OFF on Duce, pummeling him like the fucker owes him money or fucked his wife…or fucking his wife for money and never paid. Either way, he’s really giving it to Mr. Jones~
Smith: Crash calls that Crash Report!
Hood: He’s really laying it in, Smith. This would be a good time to tag in Lilith…let her take a few blows to the mouth. Oh wait, that’s right…SHE NO SHOWED HER MATCH.
Smith: Yes, we know. However, to Crash’s credit, he’s making the most of an unfortunate situation.
Hood: We get a DQ in our first Mix Match…and now this. The Mix is off to a strange start.
~Crash finally ends the punching. Duce leans forward, out of it. He’s gasping for air…his face looks on the verge of puffing out due to internal bleeding. Crash snares Duce by the head and drags him toward the middle of the ring. He flips Duce around and hooks his head. He looks at Stevens, the angry Texan is itching to get in the ring~
Smith: Crash is looking to end it with Twisted Memories!
Hood: If the dude pulls this off then I say we just give him the Mix trophy.
Smith: It would be a tremendous feat…but, that might be a bit much.
Hood: You’re always holding the young guys down, Mr. Glass Ceiling.
~Crash does the ‘throat slit’ while staring, maniacally at Stevens. Stevens shakes his head, grits his teeth and chokes the top rope with both hands. His knuckles are white with tension. Crash spins Duce over…Duce slips out and shoves Crash away. Crash hurries forward only to eat a D-Trigga!!! He staggers…Duce delivers a second D-Trigga!!! Crash falls into the ropes, landing on the apron. Duce drops to one knee. Stevens is across the ring, behind him. He looks over his shoulder…Stevens extends his arm~
Smith: Two D-Triggas!! Crash is down!
Hood: And Stevens is aroused…not, in that sort of way…he’s just ready to get in there and give it to Crash…err, umm…fuck, my phrasing is off.
Smith: That’s okay, Hood. We’re all prone to an off night here and there.
Hood: Too much drinking yesterday. Gets me every time.
~Duce gets to his feet and turns around. He hesitates, wincing, feeling the pain from Crash’s offensive onslaught. He shakes it off and focuses…his mission is clear, tag in the former HOW Champion. Stevens has his arm stretched as far as it can go and, since the dude isn’t fucking Gumby, it won’t reach any further. Duce staggers around, taking his time, unintentionally. Crash fights to his feet. He sees Duce heading for Stevens. Crash realizes what this means…the advantage coming into play. He steps through the ropes. Duce is nearing Stevens..he’s just about there. Crash charges forward and throws a huge boot. Duce hears Crash coming and moves out of the way. Crash’s boot DRILLS Stevens in the face!! Scott falls off the apron and lands hard on the outside. Crash hops over the top rope, again utilizing his momentum. He climbs to the top buckle and looks down. Duce looks up…Crash leaps off with a cross body…but Duce catches him with a CODEBREAKER. Crash lands face first on the mat. Duce rolls him over for the pin~
1!
2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Kick out by Crash! He was able to prevent Stevens from coming in but that two on one disadvantage still cost him.
Hood: What do you think Lilith is doing right now? Do you think she is murdering a litter of kittens?
Smith: Well, I’d certainly hope not.
Hood: I really hope Crash pays her back for this shit.
~Duce pops to his feet. He’s fired up, feeling the energy, riding the momentum! He pulls Crash up and grabs his arms, looking for a ripcord headbutt! He pulls Crash in…but Crash gets his knee up!!! Duce’s forehead slams into Crash’s knee!! He lets go of Crash’s arms and staggers back. Crash reaches his feet, shaking his head, trying to get his mind clear. He boots Duce in the gut, hooks him and drops him with The Crash Report (Avalanche DDT)!!! Duce hits hard!!! Crash rolls him over for the pin…Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!
NOOO
Smith: What the heck?
Hood: Stevens yanked him out!
Smith: Talk about unfair!
~Stevens spins Crash around and socks him in the face with a HUGE right hand. Crash leans against the apron, reeling. Stevens snares Crash and throws him toward the ramp. Crash tumbles up the ramp, winding up on his ass. Scruff looks through the ropes, yelling at Stevens. Duce is still down. Stevens stalks Crash, pulling him back to his feet. He throws Crash off the ramp!! Crash slams into the barricade. The fans in the front row scatter. Stevens hops off the ramp. Crash is hanging over the barricade, his upper body leaning into the crowd~
Smith: Disqualify them, Scruff!
Hood: I think Scruff wants to give these teams some leeway, given what’s at stake.
Smith: Leeway for one team penalizes the other!
~Stevens hops over the barricade, into the crowd. Scruff begins a count. He yells ‘ONE!’ Stevens grabs Crash by the head and drops him with Toxic Sting (Cutter) across the barricade!!!! Crash hits hard and falls to the floor, right outside the barricade. Stevens returns to his feet…he eyes the fans around him…they back away. Scruff yells “TWO!”~
Smith: Oh my gosh! He drops drove Crash’s head, neck, and chest into that barricade! Crash might be injured!
Hood: Scruff is ruthless, man. In there counting.
Smith: Yea, we saw a DQ in the first Mix match. I’m not sure why we aren’t getting one here.
Hood: If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because Stevens is IN the match whereas Dane was not.
Smith: Still doesn’t work for me.
Hood: yea, well fuck off.
~Scruff yells “THREE!” Stevens steps over the barricade and walks over Crash, heading for the ring. Scruff yells “FOUR!” Stevens marches up the steps. Scruff yells “FIVE!” Duce starts to stir, returning to his feet. Scruff yells “SIX!”~
Smith: C’mon, Crash! Get up!
Hood: Why? So he can get his ass kicked some more? Might be time to call it a night and regroup for another day when he doesn’t have a shitty partner.
Smith: Maybe Duce will step in and break this count.
~Scruff yells “SEVEN!” Duce gets to one knee. He stares at the canvas, shaking his head. Crash starts to move! He reaches up, grabbing the side of the ramp, trying to crawl back onto it. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Duce gets to his feet and turns around, he sees Crash rolling onto the apron and sitting up. Scruff yells “NINE!” Duce heads for the ropes but Stevens, on the apron, extends his hand, stopping Duce from breaking the count by exiting the ring. Crash gets to his feet…he starts to march toward the ring. Scruff hesitates…he waits…he holds. Crash drops to his knees! Scruff yells “TEN!” and calls for the bell. The fans are disappointed…they begin to boo. Duce looks over at Stevens, not exactly thrilled with the outcome~
Belvedere: Here are your winners via countout…DUCE JONES AND SCOTT STEVENS
Smith: Disgusting!
Hood: Hey, take a win however you can get it.
Smith: Lilith no showed. Crash fought his guts out…he appeared to have the win only for Stevens to take him down and cost him the Mix!
Hood: Too bad, so sad.
~Stevens hops off the apron and heads up the ramp. He passes Crash but gives the man zero attention. Duce leans over the top rope, dealing with some moral strife~
Smith: Two Mix matches, two questionable outcomes.
Hood: Hey, anything can happen, Smith.
Smith: Well, that’s it for us everyone. Thanks for tuning in! We’ll see you next week.
~Fade to black~
Scott Stevens/Duce Jones vs. Crash Rodriguez/Lilith
~The OCW Arena lights transition back into their Margarita Mix hue! The fans buzz…we spot a few individuals chugging margaritas. Others, standing around, rush to the concession stand before they close…this is definitely Margarita drinking weather. Belvedere, inside the ring, clears his opulent throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a first round contest in the Margarita Mix tournament!! It is a tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins~
♫ “God Was Never On Your Side” by Motorhead♫
~The video screen lights up and static appears before silhouettes fill the screen as the arena is polluted in jeers. The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the silhouettes come together to form a white mask as red letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS~
Belvedere: Now coming to the ring, from The Great State of Texas……………
~The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain wearing black suit and the ominous white mask. As Stevens makes his way down the ramp he is focused on what is in front of him and ignores the vocal bashers~
Belvedere: Weighing in at 256 pounds…he is….SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
~Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring until he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens goes to the nearest corner and ascends the ropes; looking out amongst the crowd he slowly takes off his mask and places takes a long look at it before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.~
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
~The Texan shows no emotion as places the mask and his suit jacket under the bottom rope as he stretches out on the ropes waiting for the rest of the competitors~
Smith: Scott Stevens back in action after losing a tough match to Lurrr.
Hood: No shame in losing to Lurrr…especially after kicking out of THREE Wake Up Calls.
Smith: Scott Stevens is a hard headed man, in more ways than one!
Hood: I feel this dude is going to break out at some point…just waiting on it to all come together.
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner…
~The fans are buzzing, but soon turn to a mixed reaction as a voice begins to speak through the PA system~
“And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues… Da. Da.. Da. Da. Da.. Da….”
~The opening sounds of “Godspeed” by Don Trip begins to play as the lights inside of the arena turn a crimson hue color, soon the stage filling up with smoke. After about a minute of waiting, Duce Jones slowly emerge through the fog, mixed emotions coming from the crowd.~
Belvedere: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds! From Memphis, Tennessee… DUCE JONES!
~Slowly making his way towards the ring, Jones ignores the cheers and jeers that the fans are giving, as he soon makes it to ringside. Climbing onto the apron, Duce goes to the corner to his right, climbing onto the second rope and peering out into the crowd. Finally done, he jumps over the top rope, landing inside of the ring and removes his hooded vest as he prepares for action~
Smith: It’s been a strange few weeks for Duce Jones. It started on a high, winning the OCW Tag Team Titles. Then some mess involving HOW took place…which, I’m told the powers that be are still ironing out. After that, he saw his freshly earned tag titles taken by the Ministry of Parkness.
Hood: Should have kept the belts on R.O.S.E.
Smith: You may get your wish, Hood. They are gearing up for a rematch at Declassified.
Hood: I can’t believe Lilith is showing up to Declassified. Doesn’t she realize they may recognize her, realize she escaped, and abduct her back into captivity?
Belvedere: And, their opponents…introducing first…
~ As the opening riff of "21st Century Schizoid Man" fills the arena, Crash Rodriguez, wearing a crown of barbed wire. starts to walk down the ramp. As the second verse, "Blood Rack, Barbed Wire", plays Crash holds his head and starts to squeal and shaked, as if calming the pain inside his head. As he regains his composure, he removes his barbed wire crown and he enters the ring as the solo begins playing, he leans against a turnbuckle and falls to a seated position, rocking back in forth until the solo fades away~
Belvedere: From Kansas City, Missouri…standing 5’11 and weighing in at 204lbs…“The Crooked Man” Crash Rodriguez!!!
Smith: Crash Rodriguez, the reigning newcomer of the month for July!
Hood: Last time we saw this dude he was getting put through a table by Ed Houston.
Smith: That was one heck of a match…unfortunately, someone had to come up short and that someone was Crash. However, I see big things in this man’s future.
Hood: Dude could win the Mix, Smith.
Smith: He’s got a 1/16 shot!
Belvedere: And, his tag team partner…
~'Imaginary-Remix' by Evanescence hits. The camera zooms in, focusing on the entrance ramp as the people in attendance await the arrival of Lilith~
Smith: Lilith taking her time.
Hood: There may have been some leftover cookies in catering.
Smith: Seriously? I thought they were all gone.
Hood: Relax…I’m sure they were all gone. I’m just trying to justify her tardiness.
~Our POV remains focused on the still, lifeless curtain. Fans begin to grumble. Where IS Lilith? The song’s about halfway expired by this point. The shot shifts to the ring. Duce and Stevens are slightly annoyed with Duce having this ‘figures’ expression. Crash is showing double the annoyance, given it’s his tag partner who is apparently AWOL~
Smith: I…I don’t think she’s coming?
Hood: That’s with an ‘o’ and one ‘m’, right?
Smith: Of course! Do I look like some kind of reprobate to you?
Hood: Normally I wouldn’t ask…but when it…com…err…when it relates to Lilith and Twilight, I must be sure.
~The song comes to a close. There is no Lilith. Crash paces, trying hard not to lose his temper. Belvedere reaches toward his ear, eating the information he’s being fed. He nods and speaks~
Belvedere: I have just been informed that this match will begin with or without Lilith! If Lilith does not show up, Crash will be forced to compete in a two against one handicap scenario.
~Crash is nearing the point of becoming livid. He walks up to Belvedere…Scruff gets in the way, preventing Crash from reaching OCW’s famous ring announcer. Belvedere exits the ring. Scruff, while holding Crash back, signals for the bell. It rings. Crash is furious. He shoves Scruff back and balls up his fist, ready to strike the ref~
Smith: Don’t do it, Crash! I know these odds aren’t in your favor…but if you hit Scruff, you’ll be disqualified!
Hood: Fuckin Lilith. She’s the worst!
Smith: Maybe she got held up, Hood. She could come down here at any second…another reason for Crash to control his composure!
Hood: Man, Crash is already battling his psychosis. Now they pair him with LILITH? It’s like OCW didn’t WANT him to win the Mix.
~Duce flies into view with a knee lift, stabbing Crash right in the spine!! Crash stumbles into the ropes. This allows Belvedere a chance to get out of the ring. Duce stays on top of Crash, smashing him in the back with forearm after forearm. He beats Crash down onto one knee…he clasps his hands together and bashes Crash in the back of the head with a double axe handler!! Crash flips over, landing on his back, atop the mat. Duce drops his knee into Crash’s throat, cutting off his air. Scruff begins the five count~
Smith: Duce Jones is really taking it to Crash!
Hood: Talk about some WEAK ASS BOOKING. Dude’s out here, all alone in a two on one match AND he gets jumped from behind.
Smith: These are the hazards of being paired with a stranger, Hood.
Hood: And this is AFTER Lilith made him compete in some weird as fuck obstacle course.
~Duce removes the knee. Crash rolls onto the apron, coughing, holding his throat. He uses the ropes to pull himself up. Duce takes off, hitting the ropes, he charges toward Crash and jumps up with a D-Trigga! Crash drops to the apron!!! Duce gets hung up in the ropes. Crash rolls in under the bottom rope. Duce does his best to get untangled…he does and turns around only to get SMACKED in the head with a roundhouse kick!!! Duce staggers into a corner. Crash charges in with a SPEAR!!! After the spear, he uses his momentum to flip over, wrapping his legs around Duce’s head and tossing him out of the corner, into the center of the ring with a Frankensteiner!!! Duce hits hard, arching his back in pain~
Smith: Crash flipping the momentum…what a move!
Hood: Duce went for the D-Trigga and it cost him. Rumor has it the D-Trigga is the most used move in all of pro wrestling.
Smith: I’m not sure how a person could accurately calculate such a stat.
Hood: Me neither…but they can, and did.
~Duce tries crawling toward the big Texan, Scott Stevens. Crash rushes up, fish hooking Duce’s mouth. Duce flips over and kicks Crash away. Crash stumbles back before charging in and throwing a penalty kick at Duce’s head. Duce ducks down and kips up. He spins around…Crash stumbles near Duce’s corner, getting a good look at the huge Texan. He hesitates before turning around. Duce leaps forward with a D-Trigga. Crash spins and hooks Duce around the waist. Duce reaches out for the tag but Crash hoists him up and drops him on his head with a German Suplex before Duce can make the tag. Duce hits hard, reaching for his head and neck~
Smith: And still no Lilith.
Hood: Maybe he doesn’t need Lilith. Guy might be better off without her.
Smith: Still doesn’t make it right. Why sign up for a tag tournament if you don’t want to tag with anyone other than your wife?
Hood: Because, Lilith.
~Crash, back on his feet, stands over Duce…he extends fully and dives with a headbutt right into Duce’s face!! Duce reaches for his face, kicking his feet. Crash rises to his knees and starts to choke and gouge Duce. Duce yells out, Scruff rushes in, administering the five count. Crash releases at the count of five. He grabs Duce by the head and begins to smash the back of his skull into the mat, repeatedly~
Smith: Crash is taking the gloves off, so to speak. We’re seeing a more violent version of Mr. Rodriguez.
Hood: Yea, he attempted to turn up to eleven at Redacted and it cost him.
Smith: Indeed. But that sort of insane behavior may be necessary in this sort of scenario.
Hood: You mean this fuckening?
Smith: An unfortunate situation for Crash, to be sure.
~Crash ceases with the pounding. Duce is down. The Crooked Man reaches his feet, finally showing some semblance of sanity. Duce, instinctively, reaches up…Crash grabs his arm and pulls Duce to his feet before whipping him roughly into the nearest corner. Duce hits hard. Crash’s back is facing Duce…he turns around and charges in with a HUGE splash. He backs away and begins to unload on Duce with a wild flurry of lefts and rights. The man is going OFF on Duce, pummeling him like the fucker owes him money or fucked his wife…or fucking his wife for money and never paid. Either way, he’s really giving it to Mr. Jones~
Smith: Crash calls that Crash Report!
Hood: He’s really laying it in, Smith. This would be a good time to tag in Lilith…let her take a few blows to the mouth. Oh wait, that’s right…SHE NO SHOWED HER MATCH.
Smith: Yes, we know. However, to Crash’s credit, he’s making the most of an unfortunate situation.
Hood: We get a DQ in our first Mix Match…and now this. The Mix is off to a strange start.
~Crash finally ends the punching. Duce leans forward, out of it. He’s gasping for air…his face looks on the verge of puffing out due to internal bleeding. Crash snares Duce by the head and drags him toward the middle of the ring. He flips Duce around and hooks his head. He looks at Stevens, the angry Texan is itching to get in the ring~
Smith: Crash is looking to end it with Twisted Memories!
Hood: If the dude pulls this off then I say we just give him the Mix trophy.
Smith: It would be a tremendous feat…but, that might be a bit much.
Hood: You’re always holding the young guys down, Mr. Glass Ceiling.
~Crash does the ‘throat slit’ while staring, maniacally at Stevens. Stevens shakes his head, grits his teeth and chokes the top rope with both hands. His knuckles are white with tension. Crash spins Duce over…Duce slips out and shoves Crash away. Crash hurries forward only to eat a D-Trigga!!! He staggers…Duce delivers a second D-Trigga!!! Crash falls into the ropes, landing on the apron. Duce drops to one knee. Stevens is across the ring, behind him. He looks over his shoulder…Stevens extends his arm~
Smith: Two D-Triggas!! Crash is down!
Hood: And Stevens is aroused…not, in that sort of way…he’s just ready to get in there and give it to Crash…err, umm…fuck, my phrasing is off.
Smith: That’s okay, Hood. We’re all prone to an off night here and there.
Hood: Too much drinking yesterday. Gets me every time.
~Duce gets to his feet and turns around. He hesitates, wincing, feeling the pain from Crash’s offensive onslaught. He shakes it off and focuses…his mission is clear, tag in the former HOW Champion. Stevens has his arm stretched as far as it can go and, since the dude isn’t fucking Gumby, it won’t reach any further. Duce staggers around, taking his time, unintentionally. Crash fights to his feet. He sees Duce heading for Stevens. Crash realizes what this means…the advantage coming into play. He steps through the ropes. Duce is nearing Stevens..he’s just about there. Crash charges forward and throws a huge boot. Duce hears Crash coming and moves out of the way. Crash’s boot DRILLS Stevens in the face!! Scott falls off the apron and lands hard on the outside. Crash hops over the top rope, again utilizing his momentum. He climbs to the top buckle and looks down. Duce looks up…Crash leaps off with a cross body…but Duce catches him with a CODEBREAKER. Crash lands face first on the mat. Duce rolls him over for the pin~
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2!
Kick Out!
Smith: Kick out by Crash! He was able to prevent Stevens from coming in but that two on one disadvantage still cost him.
Hood: What do you think Lilith is doing right now? Do you think she is murdering a litter of kittens?
Smith: Well, I’d certainly hope not.
Hood: I really hope Crash pays her back for this shit.
~Duce pops to his feet. He’s fired up, feeling the energy, riding the momentum! He pulls Crash up and grabs his arms, looking for a ripcord headbutt! He pulls Crash in…but Crash gets his knee up!!! Duce’s forehead slams into Crash’s knee!! He lets go of Crash’s arms and staggers back. Crash reaches his feet, shaking his head, trying to get his mind clear. He boots Duce in the gut, hooks him and drops him with The Crash Report (Avalanche DDT)!!! Duce hits hard!!! Crash rolls him over for the pin…Scruff slides in~
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3!
NOOO
Smith: What the heck?
Hood: Stevens yanked him out!
Smith: Talk about unfair!
~Stevens spins Crash around and socks him in the face with a HUGE right hand. Crash leans against the apron, reeling. Stevens snares Crash and throws him toward the ramp. Crash tumbles up the ramp, winding up on his ass. Scruff looks through the ropes, yelling at Stevens. Duce is still down. Stevens stalks Crash, pulling him back to his feet. He throws Crash off the ramp!! Crash slams into the barricade. The fans in the front row scatter. Stevens hops off the ramp. Crash is hanging over the barricade, his upper body leaning into the crowd~
Smith: Disqualify them, Scruff!
Hood: I think Scruff wants to give these teams some leeway, given what’s at stake.
Smith: Leeway for one team penalizes the other!
~Stevens hops over the barricade, into the crowd. Scruff begins a count. He yells ‘ONE!’ Stevens grabs Crash by the head and drops him with Toxic Sting (Cutter) across the barricade!!!! Crash hits hard and falls to the floor, right outside the barricade. Stevens returns to his feet…he eyes the fans around him…they back away. Scruff yells “TWO!”~
Smith: Oh my gosh! He drops drove Crash’s head, neck, and chest into that barricade! Crash might be injured!
Hood: Scruff is ruthless, man. In there counting.
Smith: Yea, we saw a DQ in the first Mix match. I’m not sure why we aren’t getting one here.
Hood: If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because Stevens is IN the match whereas Dane was not.
Smith: Still doesn’t work for me.
Hood: yea, well fuck off.
~Scruff yells “THREE!” Stevens steps over the barricade and walks over Crash, heading for the ring. Scruff yells “FOUR!” Stevens marches up the steps. Scruff yells “FIVE!” Duce starts to stir, returning to his feet. Scruff yells “SIX!”~
Smith: C’mon, Crash! Get up!
Hood: Why? So he can get his ass kicked some more? Might be time to call it a night and regroup for another day when he doesn’t have a shitty partner.
Smith: Maybe Duce will step in and break this count.
~Scruff yells “SEVEN!” Duce gets to one knee. He stares at the canvas, shaking his head. Crash starts to move! He reaches up, grabbing the side of the ramp, trying to crawl back onto it. Scruff yells “EIGHT!” Duce gets to his feet and turns around, he sees Crash rolling onto the apron and sitting up. Scruff yells “NINE!” Duce heads for the ropes but Stevens, on the apron, extends his hand, stopping Duce from breaking the count by exiting the ring. Crash gets to his feet…he starts to march toward the ring. Scruff hesitates…he waits…he holds. Crash drops to his knees! Scruff yells “TEN!” and calls for the bell. The fans are disappointed…they begin to boo. Duce looks over at Stevens, not exactly thrilled with the outcome~
Belvedere: Here are your winners via countout…DUCE JONES AND SCOTT STEVENS
Smith: Disgusting!
Hood: Hey, take a win however you can get it.
Smith: Lilith no showed. Crash fought his guts out…he appeared to have the win only for Stevens to take him down and cost him the Mix!
Hood: Too bad, so sad.
~Stevens hops off the apron and heads up the ramp. He passes Crash but gives the man zero attention. Duce leans over the top rope, dealing with some moral strife~
Smith: Two Mix matches, two questionable outcomes.
Hood: Hey, anything can happen, Smith.
Smith: Well, that’s it for us everyone. Thanks for tuning in! We’ll see you next week.
~Fade to black~