Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 23, 2019 7:39:34 GMT
Joe Hoffman: Welcome back folks as we’re now ready to head back over to Alcatraz Island and the chapel for the crucifixion match between Scott Stevens and Scottywood.
Benny Newell: That’s if this match actually happens…
Joe Hoffman: Yes, it was thought maybe it wouldn’t happen, as the match was pulled from Rumble at the Rock 9 at the last moment. But that was due to Mike & Lee Best deciding they needed someone not a bloody mess to run the show two weeks ago in Lee’s absence.
Benny Newell: I honestly still can’t believe Mike Best sold his 49% to Scottywood… That he actually owns part of HOW…
Joe Hoffman: It’s the new reality of HOW Benny… and
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
He’s a loser but he still keeps on trying.
Scottywood is seen sitting on a steel chair in the chapel, singing along to the song that plays from his phone as he reaches for another beer in his cooler while he waits for Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like the former owner of Alcatraz is celebrating early or he’s mighty thirsty.
Benny Newell: He’s fucking Scottywood Hoffhole! When does he need a fucking reason to drink?!?! Just god forbid he doesn’t start rapping in a red hat.
As soon as Scotty cracks open his beer the chapel doors violently swings open and two EPU guards drag a beaten and bloody, Scott Stevens, into the building.
Joe Hoffman: Ladies and gentlemen, Scott Stevens has been locked away in solitary confinement since the press conference two weeks ago and as he can see by his tattered clothing and bloody and bruised body he’s been at odds with the EPU
Benny Newell: Suck him off some more why don’t you Hoffman. You forget he voluntarily put himself in solitary.
Scotty just chuckles at the sight of Stevens as he downs his beer before tossing it behind him and a large KLANG is heard as the beer bottle hits the floor. Stevens goes to raise himself to all fours but one of the EPU guards kicks the Texan’s arm out from under him causing Scott to face plant into the concrete.
Scottywood: That’s enough.
Scotty says as the EPU guards look confused.
Scottywood: You can go now.
Scotty says to the EPU as he points towards the door and the two men do what their boss tells them.
Benny Newell: This may be over before it begins Hoffman. DRINK!
Scotty rises from his chair and picks up his trademark hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around it and slowly walks to his opponent shaking his head.
Scottywood: I was hoping for The Scorpion.
Scottywood says as he uses the blade of the stick to lift Scott’s face up to see his eyes.
Scottywood: Instead I got you.
Scotty says with a sigh.
Scottywood: But a win is a win.
He says to himself as he slowly raises the hockey stick to deliver the dreaded high stick, but before he smashes Stevens’ brains in the Texan goes low.
Benny Newell: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!? PENALTY!
As Scotty holds his nuts in pain Stevens like an animal that has been beaten, starved, and neglected for two weeks unleashes a flurry of right hands as he pounces on The Hardcore Artist. Stevens continues his savage assault by trying to bury his thumbs into Scottywood’s eyes and the 49% Owner of HOW does his best to fend of the rabid attack. Stevens realizing he’s not going to blind Scotty quickly grabs him by the dreadlocks and viciously and repeatedly bashes the Hardcore Artist’s head off of the unforgiving concrete floor.
Benny Newell: Look at that man’s eyes Hoffman, he’s going to murder someone!
Joe Hoffman: How would you be if you were locked inside a cell for two weeks and beaten and starved?
Stevens lets out a primal scream before delivering a final slam onto the floor before rising to his feet. The Texan surveys the dazed Scottywood and hawks a loogie on him.
Benny Newell: Disgusting.
Stevens looks around the Chapel and notices something because a sinister grin forms across his lips.
Joe Hoffman: Something has caught The Scorpion’s eye.
Benny Newell: Probably his sister or Tara’s tampon.
Stevens makes his way towards the cross and when he does we see what caused him to smile as he reaches out and prys his barbed wire wrapped baseball bat from the giant cross.
Scott Stevens: There you are.
Stevens says as he hugs the bat.
Scott Stevens: I’ve missed you.
Stevens says as he continues to admire the bat.
Joe Hoffman: The signature weapon of Scott Stevens had been left stuck in the cross as a warning to our owner, but apparently Scotty didn’t get the message.
Benny Newell: Of course not. Scotty has more important things going on like running a successful multimillion dollar wrestling promotion.
As Stevens turns around he’s notice that Scottywood has recovered and is up to his feet with hockey stick in hand.
Benny Newell: Ha ha! Now what you in-bred fucker? Scotty, take care of this faggot!
Scotty motions for Stevens to come get some some and like a scene from Kill Bill the two warriors race across the chapel towards one another looking for the home run strike, but alas both miss.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty and Stevens barely missed each other’s attack!
Benny Newell: Did they Hoffman? Or do they just suck, period?
The two warriors reposition themselves and strike at each other again and this time the bat and hockey stick collide.
Benny Newell: The hell???
Joe Hoffman: Looks like the barbed wire got entangled causing the weapons to stick to one another.
Scottywood musters enough strength of overpower Stevens and pull him forward to knee him in the stomach before delivering a SDT onto the concrete.
Benny Newell: Fuck you Stevens!
Scotty gets back to his feet and delivers a kick to the back of the Texan’s head before going over to his cooler and pulling out two beers; a Budweiser and Sam Adams. Scotty pops the top on the bottles and pours the Budweiser all over the Texan.
Scottywood: Have some piss water Stevens!
Scotty says with a chuckle before downing his IPA and smashing the bottle over Stevens’ head. The Hardcore Artist takes a seat next to his rival and sees a shard of glass and picks it up. A sickening grin forms over the lips of Scottywood as he glares at the piece of glass.
Scottywood: This is for Frankie you fuck.
Scotty says as he uses the shard of glass to tear into the Texan’s flesh as he begins to carve something into his back as Stevens shouts out in pain.
Scottywood: Master Splinter would be proud.
Scotty says to himself as he admires his work.
Benny Newell: What does it say? What did he write!?!?!?!?!?
Benny asks with intrigued as the camera zooms in to read, “Lonesome Loser” in blood.
Benny Newell: Ha! He’ll forever have that. He’s truly the Lonesome Loser now!
Scotty tosses the shard away and goes to pick up Stevens but he rakes Scotty’s eyes and delivers a massive belly to belly suplex into one of the concrete pillars.
Joe Hoffman: That took a lot out of Stevens as he is slow to recover.
Benny Newell: Well he was carved like a turkey on Thanksgiving…..speaking of…do you think Cassie Walsh wants to give thanks by putting this corn cob in her mouth until she tastes butter?
Stevens yells out in pain as he gets to his feet and rushes at Scotty to deliver a running knee to the side of the head.
Joe Hoffman: Don’t Mess With Texas lands on the mark.
Benny Newell: What is it with everyone and running knees these days?
Joe Hoffman: Ummmmm……it’s a vicious strike?
Benny Newell: Right, and the next thing you’ll be telling me is that you quit five wrestling promotions because you weren’t handed the lead announcer position.
Stevens grabs Scotty by his hair and drives his head through the nearest stained glass window. Scotty begins to bleed and Stevens smiles before bringing him closer.
Scott Stevens: That was for my father!
Stevens shouts as he headbutts him.
Scott Stevens: This is for me!
Stevens says as he attempts to push Scottywood’s neck into the giant glass shard hanging from the side of the window.
Benny Newell: Come on! This is going to far!
Scottywood fights but the blood running down his face and into his eyes are causing him to lose focus and Stevens is slowly inching his way towards that shard of glass.
Scott Stevens: You’ll only feel pain for a few seconds my friend. After that it’s a long sleep.
Stevens says to Scotty as The Hardcore Artist tries to fight the Texan off, but his strength is too much until……
Benny Newell: Take that bitch!
Benny yells as Scotty breaks free from Scott’s clutches as he jabs a shard of glass into the Texan’s cheek.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is in tremendous pain.
Benny Newell: Music to my ears Hoffman. Sounds like angels are serenading me after I just nutted in Barbie Kostoff.
As Stevens attempts to pull the shard out of his cheek, Scotty takes a moment to wipe the blood out of his eyes and sees something on the ground as the camera reveals it is super glue. Scotty picks it up and begins to pour it onto his tapings. He tosses the glue and begins to rub the back of his hands and palms into the broken shards of glass.
Joe Hoffman: Is he doing what I think he’s doing?
Benny Newell: Channeling his inner Tong Po? Yep.
Stevens painfully removes the shard out of his cheek and charges at The Hardcore Artist with the shard of glass, but Scotty is able to avoid the attack and when the Texan turns around his other cheek is slashed open as Scotty slices it open with a spinning back fist. Scotty rushes over and doesn’t let his rival breath as he continues to open up the flesh of Stevens as he targets the body. Each body shot causes Stevens to growl in pain as the glass digs into his side.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is in a lot of pain Benny.
Benny Newell: Who fucking cares Joe?!?!? Cause I don’t. Fuck him!
Scotty delivers a left hook followed by a massive uppercut that slices his chin open as he staggers back.
Benny Newell: BLEED! BITCH! BLEED!
Scotty walks toward his opponent, but that brief pause was able to give Stevens time to recover and deliver a massive superkick…..or so he thought.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens trying to surprise Scottywood with that Remember the Alamo Superkick, but the Hardcore Artist saw it coming and caught the Texan’s foot. Scotty balls up his fist and slices the inner thigh of Stevens to bring the Scorpion to his knees.
Benny Newell: Slice that turkey up! I light my meat white and bloody.
A smirk forms over the face of Scottywood as he saunters behind Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty has evil intentions in his eyes.
The Hardcore Artist grabs the Texan by the hair and pulls his head back so their eyes meet.
Scottywood: This is for Frankie.
Scotty says as he kneels down behind Stevens and places his hand around his throat and waits a few seconds to let the danger sink in before slashing back and Stevens immediately hits the concrete floor clutching his bloody throat.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty using that glass attached to his palms to rip open the throat of Scott Stevens.
Benny Newell: He tried to kill Frankie and he’s getting what is owed him.
Scotty watches as Stevens holds his throat trying to prevent the blood from gushing out and a smile forms over his face.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty seems to be enjoying his handiwork.
Benny Newell: I would be to. DRINK!
Scotty looks down at his bloody palm and relishes his opponent’s life source slowly dripping down his fingertips. Scotty brings his palm up and tastes the blood of his opponent and the taste seems orgasmic in the Hardcore Artist’s mouth knowing the end is probably near for the Texan.
Joe Hoffman: I think I’m gonna be sick…..
Benny Newell: Blood never hurt nobody Joe.
While Scotty is drinking Texas rich blood, Stevens has slowly began to crawl away leaving a bloody trail behind. Scotty notices the trail and chuckles before covering his eyes.
Scottywood: I’m going to give you to the count of ten Stevens before I come and find you.
Benny Newell: The fuck?
Scottywood: 10…….9………8……7…….6……..5……..4………3…….2……..1…..READY OR NOT! HERE I COME!
Scotty shouts as he slowly follows the trail of blood until he sees a motionless Scott Stevens.
Benny Newell: Yes! He’s dead!
Scotty cautiously approaches the Texan and kicks him in the ribs, but there is no response.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens may be out cold from the blood loss.
Benny Newell: Well crucify his ass and lets call it a day.
As Scotty reaches down to pick up Stevens he immediately doubles over in pain as he takes a shot to the gut.
Joe Hoffman: STEVENS IS ALIVE! THE SOUTH HAS ROSE AGAIN!
Benny Newell: I’m going to slap the shit out of you.
Stevens gets to his knees and we see a hammer in his hand.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with an equalizer of his own just may have turned the tides in this match.
Benny Newell: That’s an illegal weapon! The fucking beaner probably smuggled it in and gave it to him.
Stevens waits for Scotty to look up before he places the hammer right between Scottywood’s eyes. Stevens makes his way over to the Hardcore Artist and grabs his left arm and spreads out his left hand onto the concrete floor.
Scott Stevens: This is going to hurt, alot.
Stevens says as he gets a grip on Scotty’s thumb.
Scott Stevens: This little piggy went to the market.
Stevens says as he smashes the thumb with the hammer.
Scott Stevens: This little piggy stayed home.
Stevens says as he smashes the index finger with the hammer.
Scott Stevens: This little piggy had roast beef.
Stevens says as he smashes the middle finger with the hammer.
Scott Stevens: This little piggy had none.
Stevens says as he smashes the ring finger with the hammer.
Scott Stevens: And this little piggy went we, we, WE! ALL THE WAY HOME!
Stevens shouts as he smashes the pinky and the back of Scottywood’s hand multiple times.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens showing how sadistic he can be by breaking the fingers of Scottywood.
Scotty screams out in agony as his hand and fingers become shattered with each blow from the hammer.
Scott Stevens: It’s been fun…….
Stevens says winded.
Scott Stevens: But all good things must come to an end.
Stevens says as he reaches down to grab Scotty, but the Hardcore Artist has other ideas as he reaches up with his right hand and viciously rakes the eyes of Stevens that causes the Texan to scream in pain as the glass from his wraps is buried deep into his eyes.
Benny Newell: The Code of Hamburgerandsalami.
Joe Hoffman: Huh?
Benny Newell: You know, eye for an eye and all that shit.
Joe Hoffman: That’s not…. close enough.
Benny Newell: DRINK!
Scotty delivers an Ice kick to the face of Stevens who is on a knee holding his eye.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty with the Ice Kick to Stevens.
Benny Newell: Burr…..it’s cold in here. Must be some Anarchists in the atmosphere.
Scotty grabs Stevens by arms and begins dragging him towards the wooden cross.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty is looking to finish it right here.
Benny Newell: After Scotty nails this goat fucker to that cross we don’t see Stevens for a very long time.
Scotty picks up Stevens and places him onto the cross. The Hardcore Artist picks up one of the metal spikes.
Scottywood: You’re right Stevens. All good things must end!
Scotty says with a sickening smile as he places the spike in the right palm of Stevens and begins to hammer the spike into the flesh and bone of Scott Stevens as the Texan screams out in pain.
Benny Newell: I think I’m getting a chub Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Disgusting, but why am I not surprised.
Scotty continues to make beautiful music from his Texan’s Wails cd as he continues the hits until he gets his award winning single, “Spikes and Hands.”
Scottywood: You like that Stevens?
The Hardcore Artist asks as he grabs the Texan by the face.
Scottywood: Well there is more where that came from!
Scotty shouts, but that momentary bravado is all Stevens needs to knee Scotty in the balls.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with a shot to the family jewels of Scottywood.
Benny Newell: God dammit!
Stevens tries to attack Scotty but doesn’t go very far as his hand is hammered into the wooden cross. Stevens continues to pull and pull to get free, but each tug is more painful than the last. Stevens sees the hammer Scotty used on him on the ground and picks it up and begins to pry the steel spike out of his hand.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens using the hammer to pry the steel spike out of the cross..
Scottywood regains his composure and when he gets up Stevens drills him with the hammer. As Scotty is stunned from the shot, Stevens continues using the hammer to pry himself off of the cross. As Scotty recovers and goes after Stevens once again the Texan drives the spike through his cheek with it still attached in his hand. As Scotty staggers backwards the momentum forces the spike out of Stevens’ hand allowing the Texan to hit a Toxic Sting on the Hardcore Artist.
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! That has to be it.
Stevens drags Scotty to the cross and places him onto it. The Texan begins to hammer spikes into him first starting with points in the shoulder since he won’t be able to move before doing his wrists and feet. Stevens has one wrist left and he pulls the spike dangling from Scotty’s cheek and uses that to finish off the Hardcore Artist.
Benny Newell: Thank Lee it’s over.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think so Benny.
Joel Hortega looks to end it but Stevens stops him and says to wait as he picks up the loose barbed wire from the baseball bat and hockey stick and drives it onto Scotty’s head like a crown before the ref calls it.
The bell in the arena sounds.
Bryan McVay: And your winner by CRUCIFIXION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCOTT! STTTTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVEEEEEEENSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: HE’S DONE IT! STEVENS HAS RETIRED SCOTTY IN HIS OWN MATCH ON HIS OWN ISLAND!.
Benny Newell: Fucking Scotty doing what he does best and that’s sucking a big fat cock at the end.
Joe Hoffman: What the Hell Benny!
Benny Newell: What Joe? What did I say that was fucking wrong?
Joe Hoffman: I will not let you crap on Scottywood. The man basically killed himself out there tonight just like he’s done since he came into this company. Scottywood may have come out the loser here tonight, but he’ll always be remembered by the HOW faithful for his performances such as the one here tonight because there is only one Hardcore Artist.
Benny Newell: Fine! I guess I can give him some credit in that he’s a true homegrown talent and deserving of everything he’s accomplished.
Joe Hoffman: Plus remember… that man is still 49% Owner of HOW.
As Scotty and Stevens receiving a standing ovation from the live crowd as EMTs continue to check on the two men as we cut to commercial.
Benny Newell: That’s if this match actually happens…
Joe Hoffman: Yes, it was thought maybe it wouldn’t happen, as the match was pulled from Rumble at the Rock 9 at the last moment. But that was due to Mike & Lee Best deciding they needed someone not a bloody mess to run the show two weeks ago in Lee’s absence.
Benny Newell: I honestly still can’t believe Mike Best sold his 49% to Scottywood… That he actually owns part of HOW…
Joe Hoffman: It’s the new reality of HOW Benny… and
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
Beaten by the Queen of Hearts every time.
Have you heard about the Lonesome Loser?
He’s a loser but he still keeps on trying.
Scottywood is seen sitting on a steel chair in the chapel, singing along to the song that plays from his phone as he reaches for another beer in his cooler while he waits for Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like the former owner of Alcatraz is celebrating early or he’s mighty thirsty.
Benny Newell: He’s fucking Scottywood Hoffhole! When does he need a fucking reason to drink?!?! Just god forbid he doesn’t start rapping in a red hat.
As soon as Scotty cracks open his beer the chapel doors violently swings open and two EPU guards drag a beaten and bloody, Scott Stevens, into the building.
Joe Hoffman: Ladies and gentlemen, Scott Stevens has been locked away in solitary confinement since the press conference two weeks ago and as he can see by his tattered clothing and bloody and bruised body he’s been at odds with the EPU
Benny Newell: Suck him off some more why don’t you Hoffman. You forget he voluntarily put himself in solitary.
Scotty just chuckles at the sight of Stevens as he downs his beer before tossing it behind him and a large KLANG is heard as the beer bottle hits the floor. Stevens goes to raise himself to all fours but one of the EPU guards kicks the Texan’s arm out from under him causing Scott to face plant into the concrete.
Scottywood: That’s enough.
Scotty says as the EPU guards look confused.
Scottywood: You can go now.
Scotty says to the EPU as he points towards the door and the two men do what their boss tells them.
Benny Newell: This may be over before it begins Hoffman. DRINK!
Scotty rises from his chair and picks up his trademark hockey stick with barbed wire wrapped around it and slowly walks to his opponent shaking his head.
Scottywood: I was hoping for The Scorpion.
Scottywood says as he uses the blade of the stick to lift Scott’s face up to see his eyes.
Scottywood: Instead I got you.
Scotty says with a sigh.
Scottywood: But a win is a win.
He says to himself as he slowly raises the hockey stick to deliver the dreaded high stick, but before he smashes Stevens’ brains in the Texan goes low.
Benny Newell: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!? PENALTY!
As Scotty holds his nuts in pain Stevens like an animal that has been beaten, starved, and neglected for two weeks unleashes a flurry of right hands as he pounces on The Hardcore Artist. Stevens continues his savage assault by trying to bury his thumbs into Scottywood’s eyes and the 49% Owner of HOW does his best to fend of the rabid attack. Stevens realizing he’s not going to blind Scotty quickly grabs him by the dreadlocks and viciously and repeatedly bashes the Hardcore Artist’s head off of the unforgiving concrete floor.
Benny Newell: Look at that man’s eyes Hoffman, he’s going to murder someone!
Joe Hoffman: How would you be if you were locked inside a cell for two weeks and beaten and starved?
Stevens lets out a primal scream before delivering a final slam onto the floor before rising to his feet. The Texan surveys the dazed Scottywood and hawks a loogie on him.
Benny Newell: Disgusting.
Stevens looks around the Chapel and notices something because a sinister grin forms across his lips.
Joe Hoffman: Something has caught The Scorpion’s eye.
Benny Newell: Probably his sister or Tara’s tampon.
Stevens makes his way towards the cross and when he does we see what caused him to smile as he reaches out and prys his barbed wire wrapped baseball bat from the giant cross.
Scott Stevens: There you are.
Stevens says as he hugs the bat.
Scott Stevens: I’ve missed you.
Stevens says as he continues to admire the bat.
Joe Hoffman: The signature weapon of Scott Stevens had been left stuck in the cross as a warning to our owner, but apparently Scotty didn’t get the message.
Benny Newell: Of course not. Scotty has more important things going on like running a successful multimillion dollar wrestling promotion.
As Stevens turns around he’s notice that Scottywood has recovered and is up to his feet with hockey stick in hand.
Benny Newell: Ha ha! Now what you in-bred fucker? Scotty, take care of this faggot!
Scotty motions for Stevens to come get some some and like a scene from Kill Bill the two warriors race across the chapel towards one another looking for the home run strike, but alas both miss.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty and Stevens barely missed each other’s attack!
Benny Newell: Did they Hoffman? Or do they just suck, period?
The two warriors reposition themselves and strike at each other again and this time the bat and hockey stick collide.
Benny Newell: The hell???
Joe Hoffman: Looks like the barbed wire got entangled causing the weapons to stick to one another.
Scottywood musters enough strength of overpower Stevens and pull him forward to knee him in the stomach before delivering a SDT onto the concrete.
Benny Newell: Fuck you Stevens!
Scotty gets back to his feet and delivers a kick to the back of the Texan’s head before going over to his cooler and pulling out two beers; a Budweiser and Sam Adams. Scotty pops the top on the bottles and pours the Budweiser all over the Texan.
Scottywood: Have some piss water Stevens!
Scotty says with a chuckle before downing his IPA and smashing the bottle over Stevens’ head. The Hardcore Artist takes a seat next to his rival and sees a shard of glass and picks it up. A sickening grin forms over the lips of Scottywood as he glares at the piece of glass.
Scottywood: This is for Frankie you fuck.
Scotty says as he uses the shard of glass to tear into the Texan’s flesh as he begins to carve something into his back as Stevens shouts out in pain.
Scottywood: Master Splinter would be proud.
Scotty says to himself as he admires his work.
Benny Newell: What does it say? What did he write!?!?!?!?!?
Benny asks with intrigued as the camera zooms in to read, “Lonesome Loser” in blood.
Benny Newell: Ha! He’ll forever have that. He’s truly the Lonesome Loser now!
Scotty tosses the shard away and goes to pick up Stevens but he rakes Scotty’s eyes and delivers a massive belly to belly suplex into one of the concrete pillars.
Joe Hoffman: That took a lot out of Stevens as he is slow to recover.
Benny Newell: Well he was carved like a turkey on Thanksgiving…..speaking of…do you think Cassie Walsh wants to give thanks by putting this corn cob in her mouth until she tastes butter?
Stevens yells out in pain as he gets to his feet and rushes at Scotty to deliver a running knee to the side of the head.
Joe Hoffman: Don’t Mess With Texas lands on the mark.
Benny Newell: What is it with everyone and running knees these days?
Joe Hoffman: Ummmmm……it’s a vicious strike?
Benny Newell: Right, and the next thing you’ll be telling me is that you quit five wrestling promotions because you weren’t handed the lead announcer position.
Stevens grabs Scotty by his hair and drives his head through the nearest stained glass window. Scotty begins to bleed and Stevens smiles before bringing him closer.
Scott Stevens: That was for my father!
Stevens shouts as he headbutts him.
Scott Stevens: This is for me!
Stevens says as he attempts to push Scottywood’s neck into the giant glass shard hanging from the side of the window.
Benny Newell: Come on! This is going to far!
Scottywood fights but the blood running down his face and into his eyes are causing him to lose focus and Stevens is slowly inching his way towards that shard of glass.
Scott Stevens: You’ll only feel pain for a few seconds my friend. After that it’s a long sleep.
Stevens says to Scotty as The Hardcore Artist tries to fight the Texan off, but his strength is too much until……
Benny Newell: Take that bitch!
Benny yells as Scotty breaks free from Scott’s clutches as he jabs a shard of glass into the Texan’s cheek.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is in tremendous pain.
Benny Newell: Music to my ears Hoffman. Sounds like angels are serenading me after I just nutted in Barbie Kostoff.
As Stevens attempts to pull the shard out of his cheek, Scotty takes a moment to wipe the blood out of his eyes and sees something on the ground as the camera reveals it is super glue. Scotty picks it up and begins to pour it onto his tapings. He tosses the glue and begins to rub the back of his hands and palms into the broken shards of glass.
Joe Hoffman: Is he doing what I think he’s doing?
Benny Newell: Channeling his inner Tong Po? Yep.
Stevens painfully removes the shard out of his cheek and charges at The Hardcore Artist with the shard of glass, but Scotty is able to avoid the attack and when the Texan turns around his other cheek is slashed open as Scotty slices it open with a spinning back fist. Scotty rushes over and doesn’t let his rival breath as he continues to open up the flesh of Stevens as he targets the body. Each body shot causes Stevens to growl in pain as the glass digs into his side.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is in a lot of pain Benny.
Benny Newell: Who fucking cares Joe?!?!? Cause I don’t. Fuck him!
Scotty delivers a left hook followed by a massive uppercut that slices his chin open as he staggers back.
Benny Newell: BLEED! BITCH! BLEED!
Scotty walks toward his opponent, but that brief pause was able to give Stevens time to recover and deliver a massive superkick…..or so he thought.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens trying to surprise Scottywood with that Remember the Alamo Superkick, but the Hardcore Artist saw it coming and caught the Texan’s foot. Scotty balls up his fist and slices the inner thigh of Stevens to bring the Scorpion to his knees.
Benny Newell: Slice that turkey up! I light my meat white and bloody.
A smirk forms over the face of Scottywood as he saunters behind Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty has evil intentions in his eyes.
The Hardcore Artist grabs the Texan by the hair and pulls his head back so their eyes meet.
Scottywood: This is for Frankie.
Scotty says as he kneels down behind Stevens and places his hand around his throat and waits a few seconds to let the danger sink in before slashing back and Stevens immediately hits the concrete floor clutching his bloody throat.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty using that glass attached to his palms to rip open the throat of Scott Stevens.
Benny Newell: He tried to kill Frankie and he’s getting what is owed him.
Scotty watches as Stevens holds his throat trying to prevent the blood from gushing out and a smile forms over his face.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty seems to be enjoying his handiwork.
Benny Newell: I would be to. DRINK!
Scotty looks down at his bloody palm and relishes his opponent’s life source slowly dripping down his fingertips. Scotty brings his palm up and tastes the blood of his opponent and the taste seems orgasmic in the Hardcore Artist’s mouth knowing the end is probably near for the Texan.
Joe Hoffman: I think I’m gonna be sick…..
Benny Newell: Blood never hurt nobody Joe.
While Scotty is drinking Texas rich blood, Stevens has slowly began to crawl away leaving a bloody trail behind. Scotty notices the trail and chuckles before covering his eyes.
Scottywood: I’m going to give you to the count of ten Stevens before I come and find you.
Benny Newell: The fuck?
Scottywood: 10…….9………8……7…….6……..5……..4………3…….2……..1…..READY OR NOT! HERE I COME!
Scotty shouts as he slowly follows the trail of blood until he sees a motionless Scott Stevens.
Benny Newell: Yes! He’s dead!
Scotty cautiously approaches the Texan and kicks him in the ribs, but there is no response.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens may be out cold from the blood loss.
Benny Newell: Well crucify his ass and lets call it a day.
As Scotty reaches down to pick up Stevens he immediately doubles over in pain as he takes a shot to the gut.
Joe Hoffman: STEVENS IS ALIVE! THE SOUTH HAS ROSE AGAIN!
Benny Newell: I’m going to slap the shit out of you.
Stevens gets to his knees and we see a hammer in his hand.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with an equalizer of his own just may have turned the tides in this match.
Benny Newell: That’s an illegal weapon! The fucking beaner probably smuggled it in and gave it to him.
Stevens waits for Scotty to look up before he places the hammer right between Scottywood’s eyes. Stevens makes his way over to the Hardcore Artist and grabs his left arm and spreads out his left hand onto the concrete floor.
Scott Stevens: This is going to hurt, alot.
Stevens says as he gets a grip on Scotty’s thumb.
Scott Stevens: This little piggy went to the market.
Stevens says as he smashes the thumb with the hammer.
Scott Stevens: This little piggy stayed home.
Stevens says as he smashes the index finger with the hammer.
Scott Stevens: This little piggy had roast beef.
Stevens says as he smashes the middle finger with the hammer.
Scott Stevens: This little piggy had none.
Stevens says as he smashes the ring finger with the hammer.
Scott Stevens: And this little piggy went we, we, WE! ALL THE WAY HOME!
Stevens shouts as he smashes the pinky and the back of Scottywood’s hand multiple times.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens showing how sadistic he can be by breaking the fingers of Scottywood.
Scotty screams out in agony as his hand and fingers become shattered with each blow from the hammer.
Scott Stevens: It’s been fun…….
Stevens says winded.
Scott Stevens: But all good things must come to an end.
Stevens says as he reaches down to grab Scotty, but the Hardcore Artist has other ideas as he reaches up with his right hand and viciously rakes the eyes of Stevens that causes the Texan to scream in pain as the glass from his wraps is buried deep into his eyes.
Benny Newell: The Code of Hamburgerandsalami.
Joe Hoffman: Huh?
Benny Newell: You know, eye for an eye and all that shit.
Joe Hoffman: That’s not…. close enough.
Benny Newell: DRINK!
Scotty delivers an Ice kick to the face of Stevens who is on a knee holding his eye.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty with the Ice Kick to Stevens.
Benny Newell: Burr…..it’s cold in here. Must be some Anarchists in the atmosphere.
Scotty grabs Stevens by arms and begins dragging him towards the wooden cross.
Joe Hoffman: Scotty is looking to finish it right here.
Benny Newell: After Scotty nails this goat fucker to that cross we don’t see Stevens for a very long time.
Scotty picks up Stevens and places him onto the cross. The Hardcore Artist picks up one of the metal spikes.
Scottywood: You’re right Stevens. All good things must end!
Scotty says with a sickening smile as he places the spike in the right palm of Stevens and begins to hammer the spike into the flesh and bone of Scott Stevens as the Texan screams out in pain.
Benny Newell: I think I’m getting a chub Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Disgusting, but why am I not surprised.
Scotty continues to make beautiful music from his Texan’s Wails cd as he continues the hits until he gets his award winning single, “Spikes and Hands.”
Scottywood: You like that Stevens?
The Hardcore Artist asks as he grabs the Texan by the face.
Scottywood: Well there is more where that came from!
Scotty shouts, but that momentary bravado is all Stevens needs to knee Scotty in the balls.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens with a shot to the family jewels of Scottywood.
Benny Newell: God dammit!
Stevens tries to attack Scotty but doesn’t go very far as his hand is hammered into the wooden cross. Stevens continues to pull and pull to get free, but each tug is more painful than the last. Stevens sees the hammer Scotty used on him on the ground and picks it up and begins to pry the steel spike out of his hand.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens using the hammer to pry the steel spike out of the cross..
Scottywood regains his composure and when he gets up Stevens drills him with the hammer. As Scotty is stunned from the shot, Stevens continues using the hammer to pry himself off of the cross. As Scotty recovers and goes after Stevens once again the Texan drives the spike through his cheek with it still attached in his hand. As Scotty staggers backwards the momentum forces the spike out of Stevens’ hand allowing the Texan to hit a Toxic Sting on the Hardcore Artist.
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! That has to be it.
Stevens drags Scotty to the cross and places him onto it. The Texan begins to hammer spikes into him first starting with points in the shoulder since he won’t be able to move before doing his wrists and feet. Stevens has one wrist left and he pulls the spike dangling from Scotty’s cheek and uses that to finish off the Hardcore Artist.
Benny Newell: Thank Lee it’s over.
Joe Hoffman: I don’t think so Benny.
Joel Hortega looks to end it but Stevens stops him and says to wait as he picks up the loose barbed wire from the baseball bat and hockey stick and drives it onto Scotty’s head like a crown before the ref calls it.
The bell in the arena sounds.
Bryan McVay: And your winner by CRUCIFIXION!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCOTT! STTTTTTEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVEEEEEEENSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Joe Hoffman: HE’S DONE IT! STEVENS HAS RETIRED SCOTTY IN HIS OWN MATCH ON HIS OWN ISLAND!.
Benny Newell: Fucking Scotty doing what he does best and that’s sucking a big fat cock at the end.
Joe Hoffman: What the Hell Benny!
Benny Newell: What Joe? What did I say that was fucking wrong?
Joe Hoffman: I will not let you crap on Scottywood. The man basically killed himself out there tonight just like he’s done since he came into this company. Scottywood may have come out the loser here tonight, but he’ll always be remembered by the HOW faithful for his performances such as the one here tonight because there is only one Hardcore Artist.
Benny Newell: Fine! I guess I can give him some credit in that he’s a true homegrown talent and deserving of everything he’s accomplished.
Joe Hoffman: Plus remember… that man is still 49% Owner of HOW.
As Scotty and Stevens receiving a standing ovation from the live crowd as EMTs continue to check on the two men as we cut to commercial.