Post by Jman2k3 on Dec 22, 2019 20:16:39 GMT
Joe Hoffman: We’re back folks and ready for the biggest singles match of the night. A feud that has been brewing for four years since ICONIC 2015 when…
Benny Newell: No Joe! We’re not going to mention that blasphemous match tonight.
Joe Hoffman: Well it’s been brought up both wrestlers constantly over the past two weeks.
Benny Newell: Mainly Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Maybe because it was Scott Stevens who defeated Mike Best at ICONIC 2015 for his second HOW World Title and Mike Best has never avenged that loss.
Benny Newell: Until tonight when Mike avenges Stevens’ out of existence. Plus do I need to remind you of the other details from that match?
Joe Hoffman: I’d suggest not after the hot water you got is in last week. The fact is the words between these two have been vicious… the emotions high and this match has all the making of a classic.
Benny Newell: A classic waste of time. Declare Mike the winner now and let’s move on to the next so called wrestler that Mike Best is going to destroy in the name of HOFC.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins.
Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant
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. Jeers fill the Allstate Arena as on the HOV we see a giant hand that slowly closes into a FIST as letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.
Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the unsanctioned HOFC Championship. Now making his way to the ring from The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
A spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain, and as soon as he makes his way to the edge of the stage golden pyro begins to rain down behind him as he raises up his right fist high into the air as he holds his ribs with the other hand. He starts to walk slightly gingerly to the ring as he is showing some slight signs of his fight with Scottywood.
Joe Hoffman: This is the first time we have seen Scott Stevens since his brutal battle with Scottywood at the extended Rumble at the Rock 9 show nearly a month ago and it’s shocking to see him ready for action again already after what those two went through.
Benny Newell: Really? Woodson was out of the hospital only two weeks after the match… and he was crucified.
Joe Hoffman: Yes, but he was never looking to be cleared to wrestle… we have no idea what kind of shape Scott Woodson is really in right now. We’ve only seen him backstage in his office.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring, flipping off the crowd as he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens goes to the nearest corner; looking out amongst the crowd before raising the two unofficial state birds of Texas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap.
Joe Hoffman: Seems like Stevens is happy to be back here in Chicago…
Benny Newell: Shitting all over the city that made this company what it is… Fuck You Stevens!
The barrage of Stevens bashing in interrupted by a slow guitar riff followed by some very familiar lyrics sung by Small Town Titans.
You’re a mean one, Mister Grinch
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus
and as charming as an eel, Mister Grinch
You’re a bad banana, with the greasy black peel
Just face the music, you’re a monster
Mister Grinch
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You got garlic in your soul
Mister Grinch
I wouldn’t touch you with a
thirty-nine and a half foot pole.
Finally after some of the Chicago crowd has started singing along, the always polarizing wrestling veteran steps out slowly onto the stage, dressed in his selfie jacket and a Santa hat to match his festive theme music. Also over his shoulder he is holding a red sack that seems to have “presents” inside of it.
Bryan McVay: And making his way to the ring from Chicago… The unsanctioned HOFC champion and Son of GOD… MIIIIKE BEEEEEEST!!!!
As he saunters toward the ring, Mike makes a big show of making sure the camera gets a good zoomed in shot of the HOFC title around his waist, before displaying his Hall of Fame ring prominently.
Joe Hoffman: Seems like we are joined by jolly ole Saint Mike for tonight’s match.
Benny Newell: He’s more than a Saint, he fucking ChristPlow, the Son of GOD, the…
Joe Hoffman: I get it Benny… I was just trying to say Mike is in a festive mood.
Benny Newell: Because he was visited by the GREATEST ghost of all time.
Joe Hoffman: Right… well we all wish that GREAT SCOTT visited and gave you the same advice before last show…
Mike approaches the apron, rolling under the bottom rope and standing to his feet in the ring. Michael slowly makes his way toward his corner, placing his bag of “gifts” down before stretching and preparing for the beginning of the match as his music begins to quiet and fade away. Rick Stevens takes the HOFC Title as he goes to raise it above his head, but before he can….
Gunter glieben glauten globen
Joe Hoffman: Who is this?
The intro chorus of “Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)” by The Offspring hits as the Chicago fans are also totally lost until two words flash on the HOV in #97Red Times New Roman font.
Scott Woodson
And with that the 49% Owner of HOW makes his way out onto the stage dressed in an all white suit with #97Red tie. Dreads pulled back and his hands still wrapped in bandages as he slowly marches down to the ring ignoring the half cheers from the fans who are expecting anarchy from the new boss of HOW.
Joe Hoffman: And that is Scottywo… I mean Scott Woodson making his way out… for what could be fireworks with both Stevens and Mike Best in that ring.
Stevens keeps an eye on both Woodson and Best as the new boss makes his way down to the ring as his new music fades.
Scott Woodson: Hold on Stevens… and not you Scott. Rick, that HOFC title is not sanctioned by HOW and I will not allow you to raise it in the air as if it is really on the line here tonight.
Benny Newell: Two Scotts… Two Stevens… we just need Lee Best and Michael Norcia out here to make shit real confusing….
Scott Woodson: Furthermore… I am out here to ensure that this match is contested under normal rules… after what happened last show when Rick Stevens was knocked out. Insurance companies aren’t happy Mike when we aren’t paying for No Disqualification rule premiums and you’re caning people like we’re in some Singapore prison.
We can see a smirk on the face of Mike Best as Woodson makes his way around the ring and over to the announce table where the ring crew has just brought over a third chair and headset.
Scott Woodson: Now Stevens, enjoy your “gift” for beating me at Alcatraz. Let’s see if The Scorpion can pull off some deja-vu and take another title… all-be-it unsanctioned, from Mike Best.
With that Rick Stevens rings the bell to start the match as there is no collar and elbow tie up, but just bare fists being exchanged between the two men that have never seen anywhere close to eye to eye. Mike Best breaks up the back and forth though with a knee to the gut as he throws Stevens into the ropes and goes for a quick knee to the head of Stevens who grabs the grabs to halt himself before reaching back to Mike. But Mike charges at Stevens and clotheslines The Scorpion over the top rope and to the floor right in front of the announce table.
Joe Hoffman: You’re just getting yourself settled here Mister Woodson, and Scott Stevens is already dumped out in front of the table.
Scott Woodson: Hard knocks opening to the match here. Would like to see the boys not use the closed fist strikes… but this is a match full of emotion Joe.
Mike exits after Stevens at Rick starts his ten count while Mike grabs Stvens and throws him into the ringside barricade and then proceeds to stomp a mudhole through the Texan.
Joe Hoffman: A match between two men that you have had several… we’ll say disagreements with over the years.
Scott Woodson: Those were HIS disagreements Joe… I have no problem with Scott or Michael.
Benny Newell: Come on Scotty… be honest, you wanna see Mike destroy the man that crucified you at Alcatraz.
Scott Woodson: It’s Mister Woodson…. And I’m out to make sure this match stays on the tracks… and to babysit you. Do you know how many sponsors I had to talk to over the past two weeks. You’re welcome for still having a job by the way. Lee loves your drunken as… butt.
Rolling back into the ring for a hot second at an eight count to break it is Mike before he grabs Stevens and throws him into the steel steps, dislodging them as the crowd partly roars for Mike who seems to barely care, only cause it is Chicago. Stevens grabs his leg in pain as Mike sees an opening and starts stomping away on it. Rick is up for a six count again as he goes to…
Scott Woodson: Get him in the ring Mike!
Benny Newell: He has a ten cou….
Scott Woodson: Don’t Benny… just sit there and drink your Long Island Iced Tea… which you didn’t even off me and get drunk like you always do while Lee pays you.
Benny Newell: Kettle calling the…
Scott Woodson: Have I had a drink at all today? No. Because I am working. At a job. Getting paid. It’s a concept I know you have never thought of… so again… don’t Benny.
Joe Hoffman: You wanna call more matches with us Mister Woodson?
Mike reluctantly rolls Stevens back into the ring and breaks the ten count at nine wanting to make sure he beats Stevens without any questions or debate. Mike goes for a figure four submission move but as he grabs Stevens good leg he gets a boot in the side of the head once, then twice as it staggers Mike backwards for a second. Enough for Stevens to roll to the ropes and pull himself to his feet as Mike comes back and chop blocks Stevens back down to the mat.
Scott Woodson: That would be two minutes for tripping Mike… and a borderline move in HOW…
Benny Newell: How did the Rangers do tonight Mister Woodson? If we’re discussing hockey…
Mister Woodson shoots Benny a dirty look as Mike grabs the bad left leg of Stevens and slams it down knee first into the mat. Stevens rolls over onto his back as Mike goes to mount him for a fury of MMA shots but Stevens gets the feet into Mike’s mid section and sends Mike back right into Rick Stevens bumping the ref through the ropes to the outside, landing awkwardly
Joe Hoffman: Rick Stevens down!
Mike snarls at Stevens as he lays a boot straight in the side of Stevens’ head as he looks back at Rick laid out on the mat outside the ring… then at his red bag still in the corner of the ring.
Benny Newell: And Mike is reaching for his sack!
Scott Woodson: This is… one reason… why we have never won an Emmy….
Grabbing the red bag we see Mike pull something that he starts wrapping around his right hand.
Benny Newell: GREAT SCOTT’S chain!!!
Scott Woodson: Nope… that’s not happening here tonight…
Mike finishes wrapping the chain as Woodson removes his headset and heads towards the ring. Stepping up onto the apron he orders Mike discard the chain. That he isn’t going to allow him to use it on Stevens tonight. Mike takes another step towards Stevens, which forces Woodson to enter the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Now we got Scott Woodson and a chain wielding Mike Best in the ring together…
Benny Newell: He only owns 49%… he can’t fire you Mike… lay him out!
The crowd is roaring for a moment as the two Hall of Famers stand off in the ring until it is broken by a smile and a nod of the head from both as Mike unwraps and discards the chain from his hand. Boos start to rain down from the crowd who wants to see Stevens’ blood spilled tonight.
Joe Hoffman: This match could have just detriotated into a hardcore brawl… but it was stopped by Scott Woodson… I never thought I’d say those words….
Mike turns back to Stevens but the delay as allowed Stevens to recover enough that he grapevines the right leg of Mike Best, dragging him down to the mat for a leg bar submission hold as he cranks on the knee as Mike winces in pain and fight for the ropes. Battling with everything he has, Mike stretches for the ropes while Woodson asks if he wants to tap out. Mike vehemently refuses has he claws himself across the mat. Getting closer and closer as Stevens wrenches on the knee harder and harder.
Joe Hoffman: We could see Mike Best tap out right here and lose his HOFC Title to Scott Stevens….
Benny Newell: Fuck that Joe… Mike would rather die than tap out to Stevens.
Again Woodson asks Mike if he wants to tap but you see Mike mouth the words “fuck you” as he inches closer to the ropes. Just finger tips away Mike nearly dislocates his shoulder to get his hand on the bottom rope as Woodson calls for a break of the hold. But Stevens, determined to snap Mike’s knee refuses to let go….
ONE…..
TWO……
THREE……..
FOUR…………..
Knowing that Woodson will DQ him, Steven reluctantly releases the holds as he stands himself back up before stomping Mike in the back once… twice… three times before he rolls him over onto his back and pulls him away from the ropes by his legs. Then with a swift fluid motion he locks in the sharpshooter on Mike in the center of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Arachnophobia locked in by Stevens!!!
Mike Best again winces in pain as Stevens sits down as low as he can, twisting the back and knees of Mike. Again Woodson asks Mike if he wants to tap as he screams a resilient “NO” back as he again starts the process of pulling himself to the bottom rope.
Joe Hoffman: That leg bar seemed to take everything out of Mike in his effort to get to that rope… I don’t know if he can do it again…
Benny Newell: Ye of little faith in the Son of GOD… especially during this time of the year.
Inching closer and closer, Mike is not going down without a fight as he gets closer and closer to the ropes. But he starts to fade… you can see his eyes almost roll into the back of his head from the pain as Stevens keeps trying to apply as much pressure as possible. Mike only inches away from the rope goes to reach out with his last gasp as his body goes limp….
Joe Hoffman: Mike has pass….
Benny Newell: MIKE!!!!!
Scotty goes to call for the bell… but Mike has a sudden surge of energy as he reaches out for the bottom rope….
Joe Hoffman: Stevens stands up and pulls Mike back to the center of the ring!!!
Benny Newell: Fuck you Stevens! This can’t happen!!!
Stevens goes to sit back down to fully on the sharpshooter but Mike is able to twist his body back under Stevens and connects with an elbow to the bridge of Stevens’ nose. The shock forces Stevens to let go of Mike’s legs as the eight time World champ grabs onto the ankles of Stevens and pulls him down to the ground as he hops up onto his feet with likely pure adrenaline.
Benny Newell: Praise be to Mike Best! Fucking non-believer Joe!
Joe doesn’t even try to engage Benny as Mike who has both of Stevens’ legs in his hands starts stomping away at the head of Stevens over and over, even busting one of The Scorpion’s wounds back open from Alcatraz before he twists his legs and rolls Stevens over into his own submission move.
Joe Hoffman: Arachnophobia now locked in on Stevens!!!!
Benny Newell: Tap to your own move bitch!!! Tap!!!!
Stevens tries to pull himself to the ropes but as he pushes himself up the pain in his left leg causes him to collapse back to the mat where Mike Best wrenches back even harder on the back and knees of Stevens now. Now asking Stevens if he wants to tap, the Scorpion tries to push the words no out of his mouth… but he can’t find them….
TAP
TAP
TAP
Benny Newell: It’s over!!! Stevens taps!!!!
DING DING DING
Joe Hoffman: He does, Scott Stevens taps out to Mike Best in his own move.
Mike releases the hold as Stevens nearly passes out on the mat as Mike rolls away and up gingerly to his good knee as the timekeeper hands Scott Woodson the HOFC title.
Bryan McVay: The winner of this match and still the unsanctioned HOFC Champion…. MIKE BEST!!!!!
Walking over to Mike with the HOFC Title the two men again exchange stares for a moment as Woodson hands looks down at the HOFC title for a second before handing it over to Mike and helping him to his feet before raising his arm in victory.
Joe Hoffman: Another successful quote…. Unquote… defense for Mike Best of the HOFC Title as he puts Scott Stevens away and gets his redemption for ICONIC 2015.
Benny Newell: Finally we never have to hear Scott Stevens brag about his win over Mike Best. Thank fucking GOD of HOW….
You’re a Mean One Mister Grinch plays again as Mike grabs his Santa hat and puts it back on before rolling out of the ring with his HOFC Title and cautiously starts walking up the ramp trying not to put much pressure on his right leg.
Joe Hoffman: And now with that we are almost ready for our main event where…
Benny Newell: ALL THE FUCKING TITLES!!!! Those Tag belts are coming home to The eMpire where they belong.
Joe Hoffman: Well… only time will tell and we will find out soon enough in the main event here on Refueled!
Benny Newell: No Joe! We’re not going to mention that blasphemous match tonight.
Joe Hoffman: Well it’s been brought up both wrestlers constantly over the past two weeks.
Benny Newell: Mainly Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: Maybe because it was Scott Stevens who defeated Mike Best at ICONIC 2015 for his second HOW World Title and Mike Best has never avenged that loss.
Benny Newell: Until tonight when Mike avenges Stevens’ out of existence. Plus do I need to remind you of the other details from that match?
Joe Hoffman: I’d suggest not after the hot water you got is in last week. The fact is the words between these two have been vicious… the emotions high and this match has all the making of a classic.
Benny Newell: A classic waste of time. Declare Mike the winner now and let’s move on to the next so called wrestler that Mike Best is going to destroy in the name of HOFC.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area as a guitar begins.
Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant
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. Jeers fill the Allstate Arena as on the HOV we see a giant hand that slowly closes into a FIST as letters slowly appear and form a message and that message reads in bold, capitalized letters… SCOTT STEVENS.
Bryan McVay: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the unsanctioned HOFC Championship. Now making his way to the ring from The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
A spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp and Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain, and as soon as he makes his way to the edge of the stage golden pyro begins to rain down behind him as he raises up his right fist high into the air as he holds his ribs with the other hand. He starts to walk slightly gingerly to the ring as he is showing some slight signs of his fight with Scottywood.
Joe Hoffman: This is the first time we have seen Scott Stevens since his brutal battle with Scottywood at the extended Rumble at the Rock 9 show nearly a month ago and it’s shocking to see him ready for action again already after what those two went through.
Benny Newell: Really? Woodson was out of the hospital only two weeks after the match… and he was crucified.
Joe Hoffman: Yes, but he was never looking to be cleared to wrestle… we have no idea what kind of shape Scott Woodson is really in right now. We’ve only seen him backstage in his office.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring, flipping off the crowd as he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens goes to the nearest corner; looking out amongst the crowd before raising the two unofficial state birds of Texas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap.
Joe Hoffman: Seems like Stevens is happy to be back here in Chicago…
Benny Newell: Shitting all over the city that made this company what it is… Fuck You Stevens!
The barrage of Stevens bashing in interrupted by a slow guitar riff followed by some very familiar lyrics sung by Small Town Titans.
You’re a mean one, Mister Grinch
You really are a heel
You’re as cuddly as a cactus
and as charming as an eel, Mister Grinch
You’re a bad banana, with the greasy black peel
Just face the music, you’re a monster
Mister Grinch
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You got garlic in your soul
Mister Grinch
I wouldn’t touch you with a
thirty-nine and a half foot pole.
Finally after some of the Chicago crowd has started singing along, the always polarizing wrestling veteran steps out slowly onto the stage, dressed in his selfie jacket and a Santa hat to match his festive theme music. Also over his shoulder he is holding a red sack that seems to have “presents” inside of it.
Bryan McVay: And making his way to the ring from Chicago… The unsanctioned HOFC champion and Son of GOD… MIIIIKE BEEEEEEST!!!!
As he saunters toward the ring, Mike makes a big show of making sure the camera gets a good zoomed in shot of the HOFC title around his waist, before displaying his Hall of Fame ring prominently.
Joe Hoffman: Seems like we are joined by jolly ole Saint Mike for tonight’s match.
Benny Newell: He’s more than a Saint, he fucking ChristPlow, the Son of GOD, the…
Joe Hoffman: I get it Benny… I was just trying to say Mike is in a festive mood.
Benny Newell: Because he was visited by the GREATEST ghost of all time.
Joe Hoffman: Right… well we all wish that GREAT SCOTT visited and gave you the same advice before last show…
Mike approaches the apron, rolling under the bottom rope and standing to his feet in the ring. Michael slowly makes his way toward his corner, placing his bag of “gifts” down before stretching and preparing for the beginning of the match as his music begins to quiet and fade away. Rick Stevens takes the HOFC Title as he goes to raise it above his head, but before he can….
Gunter glieben glauten globen
Joe Hoffman: Who is this?
The intro chorus of “Pretty Fly (For a White Guy)” by The Offspring hits as the Chicago fans are also totally lost until two words flash on the HOV in #97Red Times New Roman font.
Scott Woodson
And with that the 49% Owner of HOW makes his way out onto the stage dressed in an all white suit with #97Red tie. Dreads pulled back and his hands still wrapped in bandages as he slowly marches down to the ring ignoring the half cheers from the fans who are expecting anarchy from the new boss of HOW.
Joe Hoffman: And that is Scottywo… I mean Scott Woodson making his way out… for what could be fireworks with both Stevens and Mike Best in that ring.
Stevens keeps an eye on both Woodson and Best as the new boss makes his way down to the ring as his new music fades.
Scott Woodson: Hold on Stevens… and not you Scott. Rick, that HOFC title is not sanctioned by HOW and I will not allow you to raise it in the air as if it is really on the line here tonight.
Benny Newell: Two Scotts… Two Stevens… we just need Lee Best and Michael Norcia out here to make shit real confusing….
Scott Woodson: Furthermore… I am out here to ensure that this match is contested under normal rules… after what happened last show when Rick Stevens was knocked out. Insurance companies aren’t happy Mike when we aren’t paying for No Disqualification rule premiums and you’re caning people like we’re in some Singapore prison.
We can see a smirk on the face of Mike Best as Woodson makes his way around the ring and over to the announce table where the ring crew has just brought over a third chair and headset.
Scott Woodson: Now Stevens, enjoy your “gift” for beating me at Alcatraz. Let’s see if The Scorpion can pull off some deja-vu and take another title… all-be-it unsanctioned, from Mike Best.
With that Rick Stevens rings the bell to start the match as there is no collar and elbow tie up, but just bare fists being exchanged between the two men that have never seen anywhere close to eye to eye. Mike Best breaks up the back and forth though with a knee to the gut as he throws Stevens into the ropes and goes for a quick knee to the head of Stevens who grabs the grabs to halt himself before reaching back to Mike. But Mike charges at Stevens and clotheslines The Scorpion over the top rope and to the floor right in front of the announce table.
Joe Hoffman: You’re just getting yourself settled here Mister Woodson, and Scott Stevens is already dumped out in front of the table.
Scott Woodson: Hard knocks opening to the match here. Would like to see the boys not use the closed fist strikes… but this is a match full of emotion Joe.
Mike exits after Stevens at Rick starts his ten count while Mike grabs Stvens and throws him into the ringside barricade and then proceeds to stomp a mudhole through the Texan.
Joe Hoffman: A match between two men that you have had several… we’ll say disagreements with over the years.
Scott Woodson: Those were HIS disagreements Joe… I have no problem with Scott or Michael.
Benny Newell: Come on Scotty… be honest, you wanna see Mike destroy the man that crucified you at Alcatraz.
Scott Woodson: It’s Mister Woodson…. And I’m out to make sure this match stays on the tracks… and to babysit you. Do you know how many sponsors I had to talk to over the past two weeks. You’re welcome for still having a job by the way. Lee loves your drunken as… butt.
Rolling back into the ring for a hot second at an eight count to break it is Mike before he grabs Stevens and throws him into the steel steps, dislodging them as the crowd partly roars for Mike who seems to barely care, only cause it is Chicago. Stevens grabs his leg in pain as Mike sees an opening and starts stomping away on it. Rick is up for a six count again as he goes to…
Scott Woodson: Get him in the ring Mike!
Benny Newell: He has a ten cou….
Scott Woodson: Don’t Benny… just sit there and drink your Long Island Iced Tea… which you didn’t even off me and get drunk like you always do while Lee pays you.
Benny Newell: Kettle calling the…
Scott Woodson: Have I had a drink at all today? No. Because I am working. At a job. Getting paid. It’s a concept I know you have never thought of… so again… don’t Benny.
Joe Hoffman: You wanna call more matches with us Mister Woodson?
Mike reluctantly rolls Stevens back into the ring and breaks the ten count at nine wanting to make sure he beats Stevens without any questions or debate. Mike goes for a figure four submission move but as he grabs Stevens good leg he gets a boot in the side of the head once, then twice as it staggers Mike backwards for a second. Enough for Stevens to roll to the ropes and pull himself to his feet as Mike comes back and chop blocks Stevens back down to the mat.
Scott Woodson: That would be two minutes for tripping Mike… and a borderline move in HOW…
Benny Newell: How did the Rangers do tonight Mister Woodson? If we’re discussing hockey…
Mister Woodson shoots Benny a dirty look as Mike grabs the bad left leg of Stevens and slams it down knee first into the mat. Stevens rolls over onto his back as Mike goes to mount him for a fury of MMA shots but Stevens gets the feet into Mike’s mid section and sends Mike back right into Rick Stevens bumping the ref through the ropes to the outside, landing awkwardly
Joe Hoffman: Rick Stevens down!
Mike snarls at Stevens as he lays a boot straight in the side of Stevens’ head as he looks back at Rick laid out on the mat outside the ring… then at his red bag still in the corner of the ring.
Benny Newell: And Mike is reaching for his sack!
Scott Woodson: This is… one reason… why we have never won an Emmy….
Grabbing the red bag we see Mike pull something that he starts wrapping around his right hand.
Benny Newell: GREAT SCOTT’S chain!!!
Scott Woodson: Nope… that’s not happening here tonight…
Mike finishes wrapping the chain as Woodson removes his headset and heads towards the ring. Stepping up onto the apron he orders Mike discard the chain. That he isn’t going to allow him to use it on Stevens tonight. Mike takes another step towards Stevens, which forces Woodson to enter the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Now we got Scott Woodson and a chain wielding Mike Best in the ring together…
Benny Newell: He only owns 49%… he can’t fire you Mike… lay him out!
The crowd is roaring for a moment as the two Hall of Famers stand off in the ring until it is broken by a smile and a nod of the head from both as Mike unwraps and discards the chain from his hand. Boos start to rain down from the crowd who wants to see Stevens’ blood spilled tonight.
Joe Hoffman: This match could have just detriotated into a hardcore brawl… but it was stopped by Scott Woodson… I never thought I’d say those words….
Mike turns back to Stevens but the delay as allowed Stevens to recover enough that he grapevines the right leg of Mike Best, dragging him down to the mat for a leg bar submission hold as he cranks on the knee as Mike winces in pain and fight for the ropes. Battling with everything he has, Mike stretches for the ropes while Woodson asks if he wants to tap out. Mike vehemently refuses has he claws himself across the mat. Getting closer and closer as Stevens wrenches on the knee harder and harder.
Joe Hoffman: We could see Mike Best tap out right here and lose his HOFC Title to Scott Stevens….
Benny Newell: Fuck that Joe… Mike would rather die than tap out to Stevens.
Again Woodson asks Mike if he wants to tap but you see Mike mouth the words “fuck you” as he inches closer to the ropes. Just finger tips away Mike nearly dislocates his shoulder to get his hand on the bottom rope as Woodson calls for a break of the hold. But Stevens, determined to snap Mike’s knee refuses to let go….
ONE…..
TWO……
THREE……..
FOUR…………..
Knowing that Woodson will DQ him, Steven reluctantly releases the holds as he stands himself back up before stomping Mike in the back once… twice… three times before he rolls him over onto his back and pulls him away from the ropes by his legs. Then with a swift fluid motion he locks in the sharpshooter on Mike in the center of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Arachnophobia locked in by Stevens!!!
Mike Best again winces in pain as Stevens sits down as low as he can, twisting the back and knees of Mike. Again Woodson asks Mike if he wants to tap as he screams a resilient “NO” back as he again starts the process of pulling himself to the bottom rope.
Joe Hoffman: That leg bar seemed to take everything out of Mike in his effort to get to that rope… I don’t know if he can do it again…
Benny Newell: Ye of little faith in the Son of GOD… especially during this time of the year.
Inching closer and closer, Mike is not going down without a fight as he gets closer and closer to the ropes. But he starts to fade… you can see his eyes almost roll into the back of his head from the pain as Stevens keeps trying to apply as much pressure as possible. Mike only inches away from the rope goes to reach out with his last gasp as his body goes limp….
Joe Hoffman: Mike has pass….
Benny Newell: MIKE!!!!!
Scotty goes to call for the bell… but Mike has a sudden surge of energy as he reaches out for the bottom rope….
Joe Hoffman: Stevens stands up and pulls Mike back to the center of the ring!!!
Benny Newell: Fuck you Stevens! This can’t happen!!!
Stevens goes to sit back down to fully on the sharpshooter but Mike is able to twist his body back under Stevens and connects with an elbow to the bridge of Stevens’ nose. The shock forces Stevens to let go of Mike’s legs as the eight time World champ grabs onto the ankles of Stevens and pulls him down to the ground as he hops up onto his feet with likely pure adrenaline.
Benny Newell: Praise be to Mike Best! Fucking non-believer Joe!
Joe doesn’t even try to engage Benny as Mike who has both of Stevens’ legs in his hands starts stomping away at the head of Stevens over and over, even busting one of The Scorpion’s wounds back open from Alcatraz before he twists his legs and rolls Stevens over into his own submission move.
Joe Hoffman: Arachnophobia now locked in on Stevens!!!!
Benny Newell: Tap to your own move bitch!!! Tap!!!!
Stevens tries to pull himself to the ropes but as he pushes himself up the pain in his left leg causes him to collapse back to the mat where Mike Best wrenches back even harder on the back and knees of Stevens now. Now asking Stevens if he wants to tap, the Scorpion tries to push the words no out of his mouth… but he can’t find them….
TAP
TAP
TAP
Benny Newell: It’s over!!! Stevens taps!!!!
DING DING DING
Joe Hoffman: He does, Scott Stevens taps out to Mike Best in his own move.
Mike releases the hold as Stevens nearly passes out on the mat as Mike rolls away and up gingerly to his good knee as the timekeeper hands Scott Woodson the HOFC title.
Bryan McVay: The winner of this match and still the unsanctioned HOFC Champion…. MIKE BEST!!!!!
Walking over to Mike with the HOFC Title the two men again exchange stares for a moment as Woodson hands looks down at the HOFC title for a second before handing it over to Mike and helping him to his feet before raising his arm in victory.
Joe Hoffman: Another successful quote…. Unquote… defense for Mike Best of the HOFC Title as he puts Scott Stevens away and gets his redemption for ICONIC 2015.
Benny Newell: Finally we never have to hear Scott Stevens brag about his win over Mike Best. Thank fucking GOD of HOW….
You’re a Mean One Mister Grinch plays again as Mike grabs his Santa hat and puts it back on before rolling out of the ring with his HOFC Title and cautiously starts walking up the ramp trying not to put much pressure on his right leg.
Joe Hoffman: And now with that we are almost ready for our main event where…
Benny Newell: ALL THE FUCKING TITLES!!!! Those Tag belts are coming home to The eMpire where they belong.
Joe Hoffman: Well… only time will tell and we will find out soon enough in the main event here on Refueled!