Post by Jman2k3 on Mar 29, 2020 6:58:32 GMT
Joe Hoffman: We’re back from commercial and what an intense opening contest. Congratulations to MJ Flair and High Flyer on becoming the new number 1 contenders to the HOW Tag Team Championships. They put up one hell of an effort.
Benny Newell: Yes, Joe! While I don’t see eye to eye with those two! I can’t help but lift a glass to that intense action. Unlike our next match…
Joe Hoffman: Now, Benny, you used to idolize Brian Hollywood. You put him on a pedestal for years. He overcame the odds, conquered HOW from the competition.
Benny Newell: But now he’s a tool just like…
“Dead Man Walking ” by Crucifix (feat. The Lacs) blares over the PA system as Scott Stevens charges out from the back with an angry scowl on his face as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. Stevens shoots right past the entrance ramp and charges straight into the ring as Bryan McVay announces the match.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: One fall!
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, from Houston, Texas….he is SCOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEEEVENS!
Stevens shakes off the boos waiting for his opponent for the evening: Brian Hollywood to come down the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens and Hollywood both have history between each other. They’ve fought over many different championships in HOW. Most recently, both men teamed up in the…
Benny Newell: We’re not to talk about THOSE times. Especially since I drank those memories away. Both Stevens and Hollywood are former World Champions. Both taking different paths.
Joe Hoffman: One has a successful wrestling facts website.
Benny Newell: If you call it that….and the other…pissed away his fortune to find himself. And he won’t shut up about it.
“Stronger on your Own” by Disturbed blares over the PA. Hollywood slowly walks from the back and takes center stage as he stands there for a few brief moments, closing his eyes. He reigns in the cheers from the crowd as he gets in final mental preparation for his upcoming match. As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California….he is….BRIIIIIIIIAN HOLLLLLLLLLLYWOOOD!
As the pyro hits the center, the camera zooms in to see the reflection in Hollywood’s eyes as he finally makes his way down the ramp, quickly taking off his vest and throwing it down with intensity. Hollywood makes his final push as he charges the ring, rolling under the ropes. He gets back to his feet and looks about the entire arena embracing the fans cheers before he takes his place in the corner turnbuckle before turning his gaze intently in the ring as he waits for the bell. Scott Stevens shoots him a dirty glare as Hollywood stands in the corner. Hortega frisks both men and he motions for the bell to start the match.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Without hesitation, Stevens rushes towards Hollywood’s corner and dives for Hollywood’s knees, taking him down to the mat. Stevens stands up and stomps at Hollywood as he rolls under the ropes with Hortega making counting the rope break quickly.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
QUATRO!
CIN…
Stevens throws his hands up and taunts the crowd, much to their disgust. Hollywood pulls himself up at the apron, but before he can even full collect himself, Stevens charges straight at him with a stiff dropkick to his chin, sending Hollywood flying out of the ring. Stevens rushes towards the outside of the ring and grabs Hollywood’s legs and immediately locks him into a Texas Cloverleaf. Stevens puts all his weight into damaging Hollywood’s legs as Hortega reaches “CINCO” again with Stevens breaking the hold. Stevens rushes back inside the ring, bolts out, grabs Hollywood, and tosses him straight into the ring post shoulder first.
Benny Newell: Fuck Stevenspedia! I give him credit. He’s kept focused on Hollywood’s leg, back, and shoulder problems from his years of wrestling hardcore in the indies. I need a drink for even agreeing with any strategy that Scott Stevens comes up with. Anyone got something stronger than Jack back there?
Joe Hoffman: Stevens has always taken an opportunity when he gets it. He wins by any means necessary, regardless if we like it or not. It’s why he’s a former HOW World Champion.
Benny Newell: Give me three bottles of Jack now. I fucking need to forget that Stevenspedia fact too.
Hollywood grabs onto the side of the ringpost, slowly pulling himself back to his feet. However, being the snake, he is, Stevens rushes towards Hollywood with a Stinger Splash. Hollywood catches it out of the corner of his eye and Stevens collides head first into the ring post. Hollywood grabs Scott Stevens and plants him head first with a DDT on the dirt ground in the arena. Hollywood tosses Stevens back into the ring. Frustration mounts in Hollywood he rolls into the ring. He stiffly kicks Stevens straight in the ribs. Stevens gets to his knees before Hollywood nails a Claymore straight into Stevens’ jaw. Hollywood makes the cover.
UNO!
DOS!
Stevens rolls through and covers Hollywood back:
UNO!
DOS!
Hollywood kicks up, kips up, and both Stevens and Hollywood glare at each other. They both haul off and straight knocking the ever-living piss out of each other. Hollywood locks Stevens into a headlock before Stevens irish whips Hollywood. Hollywood attempts a crossbody, but meets Stevens’s boots into the gut instead. Stevens tries to apply a Single Leg Boston Crab on Hollywood, but Hollywood thrusts Stevens backwards. Hollywood nails a stiff Clothesline from Hell taking Stevens down. Hollywood picks Stevens up and hits a massive German Suplex onto Stevens. Hollywood jumps up to the top rope going for an Elbow Drop, but Stevens rolls out of the way. Hollywood collides with the mat elbow first. Stevens charges towards the rope then connects with a Curb Stomp to Hollywood’s head. Stevens locks in The Venomous Wrath of the Goddess Selket. Hollywood motions towards the ropes before grabbing the bottom rope out of desperation. Stevens releases the lock at Hortega’s “Quatro” count. He grabs Hollywood’s legs, pulls him back into the center of the ring to apply the lock again, but Hollywood elbows him straight in the ear, discombobulating Stevens. Hollywood rushes and hits a Tornado DDT, as both men lay motionless on the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood hasn’t backed down. He’s showing more tenacity since training at Five Time Academy. He hasn’t let up on Stevens since the beginning of this match.
Benny Newell: He’s been too gutsy in this match. Going for the elbow drop early in the match? Please! High risk moves don’t pay off in the end, Joe. They only shorten your career. It won’t pay off in Hollywood’s favor. He might have the advantage on Stevens now, but it’s purely luck. Hollywood’s caught a few breaks in this match so far.
Hollywood gets to his feet and throw Stevens into the corner. He jumps on the second rope and nails Stevens with 10 stiff punches across the jaw. He sets Stevens on the ropes, going for the Superplex. Stevens picks Hollywood up for a Powerbomb, but Hollywood rolls through with a huricanarana. Hollywood whips Stevens into the turnbuckle before hitting a powerslam on Scott Stevens. Hollywood goes into the corner motioning for a spear. He charges towards Stevens, but before he knows it, Stevens picks Hollywood up and nails a stiff Double S Spinebuster planting Hollywood back first into the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Just like that, Stevens changes the momentum in this match. He nails a Texas Sized Spinebuster right on Hollywood.
Benny Newell: Stevens turned Hollywood into a pancake after that move. I’m going to need a stack of flapjacks to nurse my hangover if he wins here.
Stevens continues to capitalize with the momentum change by rushing towards Hollywood and hitting his Don’t Mess With Texas knee right across his face. Stevens gets into place and as Hollywood slowly comes back to his feet, Stevens connects with the Debbie Does Dallas right across Hollywood’s jaw. Stevens taunts the crowd as they chant for Hollywood. Stevens then climbs the top turnbuckle and motions for a Diving Headbutt. Like a second instinct, Hollywood barely misses his footing on a kip up, acting concussed, but he’s still able to react and grab Stevens before hitting a massive Superplex, taking Stevens down to the mat. Hortega counts for both men.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
QUATRO!
CINCO!
Joe Hoffman: Hortega’s checking on Stevens as Hollywood’s back on his feet. Hollywood can feel the intensity of this match growing. His eyes are widening, Benny! He’s going to go for another Claymore Kick on Stevens.
Benny Newell: These blood thirsty Italians are salivating at the chops to watch Stevens’ head go flying into the crowd. They know Hollywood wants to kill him. But fuck that, I’m grabbing another drink of Jack.
Hollywood rushes towards Stevens, but Stevens grabs Hortega and Hollywood comes to a complete stop before he connects the Claymore right across Hortega’s face. Hollywood grabs Hortega to check on him, making sure he’s alright. Hollywood turns straight into Stevens, who nails a Superkick, taunting Hollywood. Stevens then lays Hollywood out with a Scorpion Driver. Stevens eyes widen like a mad man as Hollywood lays motionless on the mat. Stevens’ isn’t done torturing Hollywood. He nails mudhole stomp after mudhole stomp after mudhole stomp right across Hollywood’s skull. Stevens once again locks in his Venomous Wrath Crossface straight on Hollywood. He cranks back on the hold, hoping Hollywood will pass out. Hortega grabs Hollywood’s hand and lifts it straight into the air.
THUD!
Benny Newell: It’s almost over, Joe! It’s time for Stevens to prove to the world why Executive Brian Hollywood was so much better than this shitty version of Hollywood.
Joe Hoffman: Lay off the Stevenspedia articles. You need to fact check them first man!
THUD!
Joe Hoffman: It’s almost over! Hollywood’s faded! You can see his eyes rolling straight back into his head.
Benny Newell: He can shake it off! Just pour whiskey into the wound after he loses to Stevens…
THUUUUU
NO! Hollywood’s hand shoots straight into the air. Stevens cranks the lock further in as Hollywood crawls to the ropes. His fingers inches away. The crowd comes to life and their feet as Hollywood continues to pull towards the ropes. Hollywood’s giving them all hope. But Stevens pulls Hollywood back into the ring and locks the hold back in for good measure. Hollywood’s scrambling to reach for the ropes. The crowd claps as Hollywood starts fading again. As the claps grow louder, Hollywood musters all his strength to pick Stevens up. Hollywood slams Stevens back first into the mat much to the delight of the Roman fans. Both men lie on the mat, sweat dripping from their faces. Hollywood grabs the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, but Stevens rushes at him with a drop kick. He pushes Hollywood into the ropes and nails a Discuss clotheline. Stevens pounds the mat with all the force in the world.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting! Stevens is motioning for the end of this match.
Benny Newell: No, Joe. I am not intoxicated calling this match. I am fine.
Joe Hoffman: After all these years you fuck up Stevens’ finishing move?
Benny Newell: No! I know it. I just have drank enough to get me through the pain of wanting Stevens to win.
Stevens grabs Hollywood to hit the Toxic Sting, but Hollywood whips him around and nails the Basic Instinct from out of nowhere. Hollywood grabs Stevens and hooks his leg making the cover. Hortega makes the count.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner of the match: BRIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAN HOLLYWOOD!
Joe Hoffman: WOW! Brian Hollywood out of desperation picks up the win over Scott Stevens. That was a close match for comfort! That was insane.
Benny Newell: Another lucky win for Brian Hollywood tonight here in Rome, folks.
Joe Hoffman: That was a hard-fought match between two former HOW Champions, Benny, what do you mean luck? Both men needed a win tonight, and Hollywood training has paid off. Sure, he acted out of instinct, but Hollywood picked that win up fair and square.
Benny Newell: Not according to Stevenspedia in 24 hours time, Joe.
Hortega waits for Hollywood to get up off the mat and raises his hand in the air. Hollywood looks rather shocked, but pleased with the victory. He climbs up to the turnbuckle, and thanks the fans as the scene fades to black.
Benny Newell: Yes, Joe! While I don’t see eye to eye with those two! I can’t help but lift a glass to that intense action. Unlike our next match…
Joe Hoffman: Now, Benny, you used to idolize Brian Hollywood. You put him on a pedestal for years. He overcame the odds, conquered HOW from the competition.
Benny Newell: But now he’s a tool just like…
“Dead Man Walking ” by Crucifix (feat. The Lacs) blares over the PA system as Scott Stevens charges out from the back with an angry scowl on his face as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. Stevens shoots right past the entrance ramp and charges straight into the ring as Bryan McVay announces the match.
Bryan McVay: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: One fall!
Bryan McVay: Introducing first, from Houston, Texas….he is SCOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEEEEVENS!
Stevens shakes off the boos waiting for his opponent for the evening: Brian Hollywood to come down the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens and Hollywood both have history between each other. They’ve fought over many different championships in HOW. Most recently, both men teamed up in the…
Benny Newell: We’re not to talk about THOSE times. Especially since I drank those memories away. Both Stevens and Hollywood are former World Champions. Both taking different paths.
Joe Hoffman: One has a successful wrestling facts website.
Benny Newell: If you call it that….and the other…pissed away his fortune to find himself. And he won’t shut up about it.
“Stronger on your Own” by Disturbed blares over the PA. Hollywood slowly walks from the back and takes center stage as he stands there for a few brief moments, closing his eyes. He reigns in the cheers from the crowd as he gets in final mental preparation for his upcoming match. As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage.
Bryan McVay: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California….he is….BRIIIIIIIIAN HOLLLLLLLLLLYWOOOD!
As the pyro hits the center, the camera zooms in to see the reflection in Hollywood’s eyes as he finally makes his way down the ramp, quickly taking off his vest and throwing it down with intensity. Hollywood makes his final push as he charges the ring, rolling under the ropes. He gets back to his feet and looks about the entire arena embracing the fans cheers before he takes his place in the corner turnbuckle before turning his gaze intently in the ring as he waits for the bell. Scott Stevens shoots him a dirty glare as Hollywood stands in the corner. Hortega frisks both men and he motions for the bell to start the match.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Without hesitation, Stevens rushes towards Hollywood’s corner and dives for Hollywood’s knees, taking him down to the mat. Stevens stands up and stomps at Hollywood as he rolls under the ropes with Hortega making counting the rope break quickly.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
QUATRO!
CIN…
Stevens throws his hands up and taunts the crowd, much to their disgust. Hollywood pulls himself up at the apron, but before he can even full collect himself, Stevens charges straight at him with a stiff dropkick to his chin, sending Hollywood flying out of the ring. Stevens rushes towards the outside of the ring and grabs Hollywood’s legs and immediately locks him into a Texas Cloverleaf. Stevens puts all his weight into damaging Hollywood’s legs as Hortega reaches “CINCO” again with Stevens breaking the hold. Stevens rushes back inside the ring, bolts out, grabs Hollywood, and tosses him straight into the ring post shoulder first.
Benny Newell: Fuck Stevenspedia! I give him credit. He’s kept focused on Hollywood’s leg, back, and shoulder problems from his years of wrestling hardcore in the indies. I need a drink for even agreeing with any strategy that Scott Stevens comes up with. Anyone got something stronger than Jack back there?
Joe Hoffman: Stevens has always taken an opportunity when he gets it. He wins by any means necessary, regardless if we like it or not. It’s why he’s a former HOW World Champion.
Benny Newell: Give me three bottles of Jack now. I fucking need to forget that Stevenspedia fact too.
Hollywood grabs onto the side of the ringpost, slowly pulling himself back to his feet. However, being the snake, he is, Stevens rushes towards Hollywood with a Stinger Splash. Hollywood catches it out of the corner of his eye and Stevens collides head first into the ring post. Hollywood grabs Scott Stevens and plants him head first with a DDT on the dirt ground in the arena. Hollywood tosses Stevens back into the ring. Frustration mounts in Hollywood he rolls into the ring. He stiffly kicks Stevens straight in the ribs. Stevens gets to his knees before Hollywood nails a Claymore straight into Stevens’ jaw. Hollywood makes the cover.
UNO!
DOS!
Stevens rolls through and covers Hollywood back:
UNO!
DOS!
Hollywood kicks up, kips up, and both Stevens and Hollywood glare at each other. They both haul off and straight knocking the ever-living piss out of each other. Hollywood locks Stevens into a headlock before Stevens irish whips Hollywood. Hollywood attempts a crossbody, but meets Stevens’s boots into the gut instead. Stevens tries to apply a Single Leg Boston Crab on Hollywood, but Hollywood thrusts Stevens backwards. Hollywood nails a stiff Clothesline from Hell taking Stevens down. Hollywood picks Stevens up and hits a massive German Suplex onto Stevens. Hollywood jumps up to the top rope going for an Elbow Drop, but Stevens rolls out of the way. Hollywood collides with the mat elbow first. Stevens charges towards the rope then connects with a Curb Stomp to Hollywood’s head. Stevens locks in The Venomous Wrath of the Goddess Selket. Hollywood motions towards the ropes before grabbing the bottom rope out of desperation. Stevens releases the lock at Hortega’s “Quatro” count. He grabs Hollywood’s legs, pulls him back into the center of the ring to apply the lock again, but Hollywood elbows him straight in the ear, discombobulating Stevens. Hollywood rushes and hits a Tornado DDT, as both men lay motionless on the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Hollywood hasn’t backed down. He’s showing more tenacity since training at Five Time Academy. He hasn’t let up on Stevens since the beginning of this match.
Benny Newell: He’s been too gutsy in this match. Going for the elbow drop early in the match? Please! High risk moves don’t pay off in the end, Joe. They only shorten your career. It won’t pay off in Hollywood’s favor. He might have the advantage on Stevens now, but it’s purely luck. Hollywood’s caught a few breaks in this match so far.
Hollywood gets to his feet and throw Stevens into the corner. He jumps on the second rope and nails Stevens with 10 stiff punches across the jaw. He sets Stevens on the ropes, going for the Superplex. Stevens picks Hollywood up for a Powerbomb, but Hollywood rolls through with a huricanarana. Hollywood whips Stevens into the turnbuckle before hitting a powerslam on Scott Stevens. Hollywood goes into the corner motioning for a spear. He charges towards Stevens, but before he knows it, Stevens picks Hollywood up and nails a stiff Double S Spinebuster planting Hollywood back first into the mat.
Joe Hoffman: Just like that, Stevens changes the momentum in this match. He nails a Texas Sized Spinebuster right on Hollywood.
Benny Newell: Stevens turned Hollywood into a pancake after that move. I’m going to need a stack of flapjacks to nurse my hangover if he wins here.
Stevens continues to capitalize with the momentum change by rushing towards Hollywood and hitting his Don’t Mess With Texas knee right across his face. Stevens gets into place and as Hollywood slowly comes back to his feet, Stevens connects with the Debbie Does Dallas right across Hollywood’s jaw. Stevens taunts the crowd as they chant for Hollywood. Stevens then climbs the top turnbuckle and motions for a Diving Headbutt. Like a second instinct, Hollywood barely misses his footing on a kip up, acting concussed, but he’s still able to react and grab Stevens before hitting a massive Superplex, taking Stevens down to the mat. Hortega counts for both men.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
QUATRO!
CINCO!
Joe Hoffman: Hortega’s checking on Stevens as Hollywood’s back on his feet. Hollywood can feel the intensity of this match growing. His eyes are widening, Benny! He’s going to go for another Claymore Kick on Stevens.
Benny Newell: These blood thirsty Italians are salivating at the chops to watch Stevens’ head go flying into the crowd. They know Hollywood wants to kill him. But fuck that, I’m grabbing another drink of Jack.
Hollywood rushes towards Stevens, but Stevens grabs Hortega and Hollywood comes to a complete stop before he connects the Claymore right across Hortega’s face. Hollywood grabs Hortega to check on him, making sure he’s alright. Hollywood turns straight into Stevens, who nails a Superkick, taunting Hollywood. Stevens then lays Hollywood out with a Scorpion Driver. Stevens eyes widen like a mad man as Hollywood lays motionless on the mat. Stevens’ isn’t done torturing Hollywood. He nails mudhole stomp after mudhole stomp after mudhole stomp right across Hollywood’s skull. Stevens once again locks in his Venomous Wrath Crossface straight on Hollywood. He cranks back on the hold, hoping Hollywood will pass out. Hortega grabs Hollywood’s hand and lifts it straight into the air.
THUD!
Benny Newell: It’s almost over, Joe! It’s time for Stevens to prove to the world why Executive Brian Hollywood was so much better than this shitty version of Hollywood.
Joe Hoffman: Lay off the Stevenspedia articles. You need to fact check them first man!
THUD!
Joe Hoffman: It’s almost over! Hollywood’s faded! You can see his eyes rolling straight back into his head.
Benny Newell: He can shake it off! Just pour whiskey into the wound after he loses to Stevens…
THUUUUU
NO! Hollywood’s hand shoots straight into the air. Stevens cranks the lock further in as Hollywood crawls to the ropes. His fingers inches away. The crowd comes to life and their feet as Hollywood continues to pull towards the ropes. Hollywood’s giving them all hope. But Stevens pulls Hollywood back into the ring and locks the hold back in for good measure. Hollywood’s scrambling to reach for the ropes. The crowd claps as Hollywood starts fading again. As the claps grow louder, Hollywood musters all his strength to pick Stevens up. Hollywood slams Stevens back first into the mat much to the delight of the Roman fans. Both men lie on the mat, sweat dripping from their faces. Hollywood grabs the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, but Stevens rushes at him with a drop kick. He pushes Hollywood into the ropes and nails a Discuss clotheline. Stevens pounds the mat with all the force in the world.
Joe Hoffman: Toxic Sting! Toxic Sting! Stevens is motioning for the end of this match.
Benny Newell: No, Joe. I am not intoxicated calling this match. I am fine.
Joe Hoffman: After all these years you fuck up Stevens’ finishing move?
Benny Newell: No! I know it. I just have drank enough to get me through the pain of wanting Stevens to win.
Stevens grabs Hollywood to hit the Toxic Sting, but Hollywood whips him around and nails the Basic Instinct from out of nowhere. Hollywood grabs Stevens and hooks his leg making the cover. Hortega makes the count.
UNO!
DOS!
TRES!
DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner of the match: BRIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAN HOLLYWOOD!
Joe Hoffman: WOW! Brian Hollywood out of desperation picks up the win over Scott Stevens. That was a close match for comfort! That was insane.
Benny Newell: Another lucky win for Brian Hollywood tonight here in Rome, folks.
Joe Hoffman: That was a hard-fought match between two former HOW Champions, Benny, what do you mean luck? Both men needed a win tonight, and Hollywood training has paid off. Sure, he acted out of instinct, but Hollywood picked that win up fair and square.
Benny Newell: Not according to Stevenspedia in 24 hours time, Joe.
Hortega waits for Hollywood to get up off the mat and raises his hand in the air. Hollywood looks rather shocked, but pleased with the victory. He climbs up to the turnbuckle, and thanks the fans as the scene fades to black.