Post by Jman2k3 on Feb 12, 2023 5:11:34 GMT
Chaos 022
Event Date: February 11, 2023
The HOTv opening fades out and we cut live inside a sold out Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse here in Cleveland Ohio.
The crowd is standing as one as suddenly the opening piano played by Billy Powell followed by the iconic guitar licks from Gary Rossington’s slide guitar at the beginning of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s epic ‘Freebird’ blare out of the speakers.
Joe Hoffman: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!!!! WE ARE NOT WASTING ANY TIME AS IT IS TIME FOR THE LETHAL LOTTERY TO BEGIN WITH THE HIGH OCTANE TELEVISION CHAMPION ON HIS WAY OUT!!!!!!
Benny Newell: JUST LOOK AT HIM! HE LOOKS LIKE DARTH SIDEOUS! HE SHOOTS LIGHTNING FROM HIS HANDS! EVIL! EVIL! WHY ARE WE BOTH SCREAMING SO MUCH…..THE SHOW JUST FUCKING STARTED!!!!
Seconds later, the lovely Sunny O’Callahan emerges from behind the curtain.
“If I leave here tomorrow… will you still remember me?”
Bryan McVay: Hailing from Plattin, Missouri and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds…
“For I must be traveling on now… ‘Cause there’s too many places I want to see…”
Joe Bergman comes out dressed as normal in a plain black robe over his wrestling trunks.
“But if I stayed here with you girl… Things just couldn’t be the same…”
“Cause I’m a free as a bird now… and this bird you cannot change…”
Bryan McVay: YOUR HOTv CHAAAAAAMPION “ORDINARY!” JOE! BERGGGGGG-MAN!
The crowd roars. Joe pumps his first in the air.
“And this bird you cannot change…”
With McGill leading the way, she and Bergman start down the ramp towards the ring.
“And this bird you cannot change…”
Bergman slaps people’s hands along the way to the ring.
“And this bird you cannot change…”
Joe climbs up on the ring apron and opens a path for Dawn to climb into the ring. Then he leaps over the top rope and climbs up on the turnbuckle.
“Lord knows, I can’t change”
Looking out over the ropes with McGill right by his side, Joe raises his arms in the air and a can of PBR in tribute to the ‘ordinary people’ in attendance tonight and, of course, Section 214.
Benny Newell: Evil Empire comes out to Freebird so they waste the most amount of time getting to the ring. Just spending good HOW dollars on their MVW bullshit.
Joe Hoffman: I mean, this has been Bergman’s entrance forever, and it has to go through approval…
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Joe.
The lights in the arena go black as a synthesized hymn begins to play as the High Octane Vision comes to life as an angelic voice begins to sing.
“Born from pain, inside my veins.
Bred for war, begging for more.
None shall mourn, I am reborn.
Live in sin. The House always wins.”
Benny Newell: You would have thought this idiot would have changed his entrance by now.
Joe Hoffman: Yeah I mean, it’s kind of surprising he hasn’t.
The hymn continues as the screen begins to show the Best Arena transformed into a style of a church and the screen slowly flashes the words…..
WELCOME…..TO…..THE …..HOUSE……OF….BEST
Benny Newell: I mean it’s not wrong, and as a deacon in the church of Lee I appreciate it. But really, this all feels wrong.
Joe Hoffman: Yeah, pretty much. I think America is going to come out and hit him with a brick and take this title if he manages to win this.
Lee Best’s infamous blood shot eyes hover above the top. The lights in the arena begin to come on in a shade of 97 Red as smoke and fog begin to fill the stage area as well. The sound of glass breaking is heard as the screen shows a crack over the mural of the Best Arena and Lee Best’s eyes as “O Fortuna Excalibur Remix” by Apotheosis begins. Lights above the ring shine down to create a 97 Red HOB. The stage flashes with alternating red and white lights as Scott Stevens makes his way out onto the stage.
Bryan McVay: And drawn as Joe Bergman’s opponent for the Lethal Lottery…the person that drew the number one spot; introducing! From The Great State of Texas and representing the HOUSE OF BEST!….he is the “Demi-God of HOW!” SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Benny Newell: Michael Lee Best, this guy is just now getting to the ring. Nice to see you Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: It is a long entrance, you aren’t wrong Benny.
Stevens’ 97 Red circular sunglasses glisten in the light and his devilish grin plasters his face. Scott drinks in his own hype as he lifts his right arm and points to the heavens before he begins to slowly walk toward the ring. As he does so he carries the Book of Best front and center of his chest while he sticks as close to the center of the ramp as possible to avoid being touched by the heathens that line the barricade. As Scott climbs up onto the mat, the massive Cross of Best hangs around his neck like jewelry. Scott wipes his feet off on the edge of the ring, his smile never leaving his face. Moving towards the center of the ring, Scott bathed in the red lettering, drops to a knee before looking up with his eyes closed towards the heavens mouthing something as he is bathed in the sinister glow of 97 Red. Once his prayer is done he slowly lowers the hood of his jacket and lifts his arm high into the air as the music dies and the house lights return signaling Scott to take off the Cross of Best and kiss it before making his way to his corner to prepare for his match.
Benny Newell: I’m sorry for what I said about the Evil Empire Joe Bergman’s entrance. Whatever the hell Stevens just did to get to the ring is way longer, and has worse music.
Joe Hoffman: Well let’s head down ringside, looks like Boettcher is about to call for the bell.
DING DING
Stevens sprints across the ring flailing wildly. He smashes Bergman with a right hand, then another, then another, Bergman is reeling and goes into a shell defense. Stevens, recognizing Bergman’s tactic, grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Bergman comes back and Stevens ducks for a back body drop. Bergman leapfrogs Stevens and heads to the far ropes, he comes back taking a swing with a lariat but Stevens ducks under and runs his own forty-six year old body into the ropes. Bergman winds up for a clothesline but Stevens takes the easy way out, and settles for a collision. Bergman stumbles backwards and Stevens continues the pressure.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens starting off tonight fast.
Benny Newell: Yeah, I mean he took so long to get to the ring he found his second, third, fourth, and fifth winds on the way there.
Stevens once again comes in flailing, overhand right hands crash like waves against Bergman’s forearms. The HOTv champion tries to duck out of the way, but the big 6’6” Texan cuts him off and keeps bringing down his right hands. Bergman begins to wilt under the power of the big man and drops to a knee. Stevens winds up for a discus punch, and Bergman see’s his opening he leaps up and dropkicks Stevens in the chest creating some much needed separation.
Joe Hoffman: Some much needed separation there.
Benny Newell: Wah wah, the Evil Empire needs room to breathe. THEY ARE THE GREAT SATAN JOE!
Stevens is rocked backwards and it’s Joe’s turn to take the offensive. He comes in with a flurry of his own, a kick to Stevens thigh, and a straight right keep Stevens moving backwards. Bergman throws an overhand right like Stevens has been throwing all night, but Stevens manages to catch the right hand in mid-air. Stevens grins at Bergman, who smiles back at Stevens, and dropkicks him right in the knee.
Benny Newell: IT’S A TRAP!
Joe Hoffman: How did you turn into a Star Wars Meme factory?
Benny Newell: What the fuck is a meme?
Stevens falls backwards grabbing at his leg, and Bergman see’s another opening. He fires a knee to Steven’s face, stunning him, then delivers a huge sidekick to the side of Stevens’ knee that almost takes him clean off his feet. Stevens’ howls and grabs Bergman by the hair and reverses the situation, launching Bergman into the corner. Stevens’ winds up and delivers a huge chop across Bergman’s chest, but Bergman responds by kicking Stevens in the side of the knee.
Joe Hoffman: Smart wrestling here by Bergman.
Benny Newell: He knows Stevens’ is like a hundred years old. He’s trying to hospitalize a senior citizen.
Stevens hobbles away holding his knee and Bergman dives in with a vicious chop block to the back of the knee.
Benny Newell: THROW THE FLAG REF! THROW THE DAMN FLAG! TEN YARDS FOR CLIPPING! ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND!?
Joe Hoffman: You been in the hooch again?
Benny Newell: No, just trying to see if I could get Boettcher to throw a flag during a wrestling match.
Stevens hits the deck and Bergman is all over him. He jumps back up to his feet and grabs the injured right leg of Stevens and starts laying into it with stomps and kicks to the inside of his leg. Bergman turns Stevens’ knee and twists himself around, falling and yanking Stevens’ leg as hard as he can.
Benny Newell: HE’S GOING TO PUT THIS MAN IN A WHEEL CHAIR!
Joe Hoffman: Well, I mean that’s the business Benny. This is a wrestling match, and Bergman is operating within the rules. Plus I don’t think he likes Stevens very much.
Stevens holds onto his knee as Bergman gets up and rifles in another vicious kick to Stevens’ leg. He bends down and picks it up, and wraps Stevens up tight with a figure four leg lock. Stevens is roaring in pain as Bergman cinches the hold in. The crowd in Cleveland go wild as Stevens shoots up a like a he was struck by lighting as Bergman sits down. Boettcher is asking Stevens if he gives up, and Stevens is frantically shaking his head no.
Joe Hoffman: I think Bergman wants to take that leg of Scott Stevens home.
Benny Newell: Probably feeding it to his rancor or something.
Stevens sits back and smacks the mat over and over again as Bergman presses himself up to put the maximum amount of pressure on the knee. Stevens sits up and stares at Bergman, screaming and reaches for him trying to grab him. Bergman has to lean back which finally gives Stevens an opening and he lunges for the ropes. Boettcher jumps in and breaks up the hold, helping the two men untangle themselves.
Joe Hoffman: That doesn’t look great for Stevens.
Benny Newell: No of course it doesn’t look good Hoffman, Bergman just used his leg as a chew toy. Because he’s the Evil Empire, and they are trying to keep the Alliance down.
Stevens makes his way to his feet, clearly favoring his right knee. Bergman looks over at him with a grin. Stevens limps to the center of the ring and waves Bergman forward. Joe raises an eyebrow and keeps his distance. He paces around Stevens, making him pivot on his right knee. Bergman finally shoots in going for a single leg on Stevens’ strong leg, but Stevens plants that knee right into Bergman’s mouth.
Benny Newell: LIKE HITTING A SLOT MACHINE AT THE HARD ROCK OVER HERE BABY! JACKPOT!
Joe Hoffman: You’ve been gambling in Cleveland?
Benny Newell: Nothing else to fucking do here, unless I want to set the river on fire. But I don’t drink anymore Joe. So yes, it’s gambling.
Bergman crumples and Stevens is quick to capitalize. He bends down, and visually strains as he gut wrenches Berman up while standing with all his weight on his left leg. He barely manages to flip Bergman over, but still drives him to the mat with a powerbomb.
Joe Hoffman: Because of that leg work, Bergman didn’t get all of that.
Benny Newell: But Stevens is smart enough to know that.
Stevens limps up and grabs Bergman by the head, dragging him up to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, and Bergman comes back. Stevens scoops him up and uses Bergman’s own momentum to hit him with a thunderous spine buster.
Benny Newell: SCOTT STEVENS IS GOING TO DO IT JOE! HE MIGHT BE THE LUKE SKYWALKER THAT COULD TAKE DOWN MVW!
Joe Hoffman: And you’re the Jar-Jar Binks.
Benny Newell: HEY!
Joe Hoffman: Big spinebuster there by Stevens, and Stevens is already back up and to his feet.
Stevens drags the dead leg up, and knows how he has to finish this one. He knows he can’t get enough on the Toxic Sting from a purely standing position so he whips Bergman into the ropes. Bergman comes back and Stevens tries to catch him with his cutter. Bergman is quick and kicks Stevens in the back of the knee though, causing Stevens to crumple over. Bergman grabs Stevens by his salt and pepper hair, and pulls his head back.
Joe Hoffman: DRAGON SLEEPER! DRAGON SLEEPER!
Benny Newell: THAT OTHER GUY NAMED SCOTT GOT OUT LAST WEEK! MAYBE THAT’S A THING!
Stevens tries to get to his feet, but just as he’s about to stand up Bergman cuts him off with another kick to the right knee, then wraps his legs around Stevens torso and leans back. Stevens makes the smart business decision and taps out quickly.
Benny Newell: GOD DAMN MVW! HEY BERGMAN! YOU SUCK PAL! YOU CAN WATCH A REAL CHAMPION LATER!
Joe Hoffman: Great showing here in the Lethal Lottery from Joe Bergman.
DING DING DING
Bryan McVay: And your winner in 13 minutes and 42 seconds… and STILL your HOTv CHAMPION! JOOOOOOOOOOOOE! BEEEEEEEEEEERGMAN!
Benny Newell: Lee, I hate that guy.
Joe Hoffman: We couldn’t tell.
Chaos heads elsewhere as Bergman and Sunny celebrate in the ring.
Event Date: February 11, 2023
The HOTv opening fades out and we cut live inside a sold out Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse here in Cleveland Ohio.
The crowd is standing as one as suddenly the opening piano played by Billy Powell followed by the iconic guitar licks from Gary Rossington’s slide guitar at the beginning of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s epic ‘Freebird’ blare out of the speakers.
Joe Hoffman: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!!!! WE ARE NOT WASTING ANY TIME AS IT IS TIME FOR THE LETHAL LOTTERY TO BEGIN WITH THE HIGH OCTANE TELEVISION CHAMPION ON HIS WAY OUT!!!!!!
Benny Newell: JUST LOOK AT HIM! HE LOOKS LIKE DARTH SIDEOUS! HE SHOOTS LIGHTNING FROM HIS HANDS! EVIL! EVIL! WHY ARE WE BOTH SCREAMING SO MUCH…..THE SHOW JUST FUCKING STARTED!!!!
Seconds later, the lovely Sunny O’Callahan emerges from behind the curtain.
“If I leave here tomorrow… will you still remember me?”
Bryan McVay: Hailing from Plattin, Missouri and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds…
“For I must be traveling on now… ‘Cause there’s too many places I want to see…”
Joe Bergman comes out dressed as normal in a plain black robe over his wrestling trunks.
“But if I stayed here with you girl… Things just couldn’t be the same…”
“Cause I’m a free as a bird now… and this bird you cannot change…”
Bryan McVay: YOUR HOTv CHAAAAAAMPION “ORDINARY!” JOE! BERGGGGGG-MAN!
The crowd roars. Joe pumps his first in the air.
“And this bird you cannot change…”
With McGill leading the way, she and Bergman start down the ramp towards the ring.
“And this bird you cannot change…”
Bergman slaps people’s hands along the way to the ring.
“And this bird you cannot change…”
Joe climbs up on the ring apron and opens a path for Dawn to climb into the ring. Then he leaps over the top rope and climbs up on the turnbuckle.
“Lord knows, I can’t change”
Looking out over the ropes with McGill right by his side, Joe raises his arms in the air and a can of PBR in tribute to the ‘ordinary people’ in attendance tonight and, of course, Section 214.
Benny Newell: Evil Empire comes out to Freebird so they waste the most amount of time getting to the ring. Just spending good HOW dollars on their MVW bullshit.
Joe Hoffman: I mean, this has been Bergman’s entrance forever, and it has to go through approval…
Benny Newell: Shut the fuck up, Joe.
The lights in the arena go black as a synthesized hymn begins to play as the High Octane Vision comes to life as an angelic voice begins to sing.
“Born from pain, inside my veins.
Bred for war, begging for more.
None shall mourn, I am reborn.
Live in sin. The House always wins.”
Benny Newell: You would have thought this idiot would have changed his entrance by now.
Joe Hoffman: Yeah I mean, it’s kind of surprising he hasn’t.
The hymn continues as the screen begins to show the Best Arena transformed into a style of a church and the screen slowly flashes the words…..
WELCOME…..TO…..THE …..HOUSE……OF….BEST
Benny Newell: I mean it’s not wrong, and as a deacon in the church of Lee I appreciate it. But really, this all feels wrong.
Joe Hoffman: Yeah, pretty much. I think America is going to come out and hit him with a brick and take this title if he manages to win this.
Lee Best’s infamous blood shot eyes hover above the top. The lights in the arena begin to come on in a shade of 97 Red as smoke and fog begin to fill the stage area as well. The sound of glass breaking is heard as the screen shows a crack over the mural of the Best Arena and Lee Best’s eyes as “O Fortuna Excalibur Remix” by Apotheosis begins. Lights above the ring shine down to create a 97 Red HOB. The stage flashes with alternating red and white lights as Scott Stevens makes his way out onto the stage.
Bryan McVay: And drawn as Joe Bergman’s opponent for the Lethal Lottery…the person that drew the number one spot; introducing! From The Great State of Texas and representing the HOUSE OF BEST!….he is the “Demi-God of HOW!” SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Benny Newell: Michael Lee Best, this guy is just now getting to the ring. Nice to see you Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: It is a long entrance, you aren’t wrong Benny.
Stevens’ 97 Red circular sunglasses glisten in the light and his devilish grin plasters his face. Scott drinks in his own hype as he lifts his right arm and points to the heavens before he begins to slowly walk toward the ring. As he does so he carries the Book of Best front and center of his chest while he sticks as close to the center of the ramp as possible to avoid being touched by the heathens that line the barricade. As Scott climbs up onto the mat, the massive Cross of Best hangs around his neck like jewelry. Scott wipes his feet off on the edge of the ring, his smile never leaving his face. Moving towards the center of the ring, Scott bathed in the red lettering, drops to a knee before looking up with his eyes closed towards the heavens mouthing something as he is bathed in the sinister glow of 97 Red. Once his prayer is done he slowly lowers the hood of his jacket and lifts his arm high into the air as the music dies and the house lights return signaling Scott to take off the Cross of Best and kiss it before making his way to his corner to prepare for his match.
Benny Newell: I’m sorry for what I said about the Evil Empire Joe Bergman’s entrance. Whatever the hell Stevens just did to get to the ring is way longer, and has worse music.
Joe Hoffman: Well let’s head down ringside, looks like Boettcher is about to call for the bell.
DING DING
Stevens sprints across the ring flailing wildly. He smashes Bergman with a right hand, then another, then another, Bergman is reeling and goes into a shell defense. Stevens, recognizing Bergman’s tactic, grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Bergman comes back and Stevens ducks for a back body drop. Bergman leapfrogs Stevens and heads to the far ropes, he comes back taking a swing with a lariat but Stevens ducks under and runs his own forty-six year old body into the ropes. Bergman winds up for a clothesline but Stevens takes the easy way out, and settles for a collision. Bergman stumbles backwards and Stevens continues the pressure.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens starting off tonight fast.
Benny Newell: Yeah, I mean he took so long to get to the ring he found his second, third, fourth, and fifth winds on the way there.
Stevens once again comes in flailing, overhand right hands crash like waves against Bergman’s forearms. The HOTv champion tries to duck out of the way, but the big 6’6” Texan cuts him off and keeps bringing down his right hands. Bergman begins to wilt under the power of the big man and drops to a knee. Stevens winds up for a discus punch, and Bergman see’s his opening he leaps up and dropkicks Stevens in the chest creating some much needed separation.
Joe Hoffman: Some much needed separation there.
Benny Newell: Wah wah, the Evil Empire needs room to breathe. THEY ARE THE GREAT SATAN JOE!
Stevens is rocked backwards and it’s Joe’s turn to take the offensive. He comes in with a flurry of his own, a kick to Stevens thigh, and a straight right keep Stevens moving backwards. Bergman throws an overhand right like Stevens has been throwing all night, but Stevens manages to catch the right hand in mid-air. Stevens grins at Bergman, who smiles back at Stevens, and dropkicks him right in the knee.
Benny Newell: IT’S A TRAP!
Joe Hoffman: How did you turn into a Star Wars Meme factory?
Benny Newell: What the fuck is a meme?
Stevens falls backwards grabbing at his leg, and Bergman see’s another opening. He fires a knee to Steven’s face, stunning him, then delivers a huge sidekick to the side of Stevens’ knee that almost takes him clean off his feet. Stevens’ howls and grabs Bergman by the hair and reverses the situation, launching Bergman into the corner. Stevens’ winds up and delivers a huge chop across Bergman’s chest, but Bergman responds by kicking Stevens in the side of the knee.
Joe Hoffman: Smart wrestling here by Bergman.
Benny Newell: He knows Stevens’ is like a hundred years old. He’s trying to hospitalize a senior citizen.
Stevens hobbles away holding his knee and Bergman dives in with a vicious chop block to the back of the knee.
Benny Newell: THROW THE FLAG REF! THROW THE DAMN FLAG! TEN YARDS FOR CLIPPING! ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND!?
Joe Hoffman: You been in the hooch again?
Benny Newell: No, just trying to see if I could get Boettcher to throw a flag during a wrestling match.
Stevens hits the deck and Bergman is all over him. He jumps back up to his feet and grabs the injured right leg of Stevens and starts laying into it with stomps and kicks to the inside of his leg. Bergman turns Stevens’ knee and twists himself around, falling and yanking Stevens’ leg as hard as he can.
Benny Newell: HE’S GOING TO PUT THIS MAN IN A WHEEL CHAIR!
Joe Hoffman: Well, I mean that’s the business Benny. This is a wrestling match, and Bergman is operating within the rules. Plus I don’t think he likes Stevens very much.
Stevens holds onto his knee as Bergman gets up and rifles in another vicious kick to Stevens’ leg. He bends down and picks it up, and wraps Stevens up tight with a figure four leg lock. Stevens is roaring in pain as Bergman cinches the hold in. The crowd in Cleveland go wild as Stevens shoots up a like a he was struck by lighting as Bergman sits down. Boettcher is asking Stevens if he gives up, and Stevens is frantically shaking his head no.
Joe Hoffman: I think Bergman wants to take that leg of Scott Stevens home.
Benny Newell: Probably feeding it to his rancor or something.
Stevens sits back and smacks the mat over and over again as Bergman presses himself up to put the maximum amount of pressure on the knee. Stevens sits up and stares at Bergman, screaming and reaches for him trying to grab him. Bergman has to lean back which finally gives Stevens an opening and he lunges for the ropes. Boettcher jumps in and breaks up the hold, helping the two men untangle themselves.
Joe Hoffman: That doesn’t look great for Stevens.
Benny Newell: No of course it doesn’t look good Hoffman, Bergman just used his leg as a chew toy. Because he’s the Evil Empire, and they are trying to keep the Alliance down.
Stevens makes his way to his feet, clearly favoring his right knee. Bergman looks over at him with a grin. Stevens limps to the center of the ring and waves Bergman forward. Joe raises an eyebrow and keeps his distance. He paces around Stevens, making him pivot on his right knee. Bergman finally shoots in going for a single leg on Stevens’ strong leg, but Stevens plants that knee right into Bergman’s mouth.
Benny Newell: LIKE HITTING A SLOT MACHINE AT THE HARD ROCK OVER HERE BABY! JACKPOT!
Joe Hoffman: You’ve been gambling in Cleveland?
Benny Newell: Nothing else to fucking do here, unless I want to set the river on fire. But I don’t drink anymore Joe. So yes, it’s gambling.
Bergman crumples and Stevens is quick to capitalize. He bends down, and visually strains as he gut wrenches Berman up while standing with all his weight on his left leg. He barely manages to flip Bergman over, but still drives him to the mat with a powerbomb.
Joe Hoffman: Because of that leg work, Bergman didn’t get all of that.
Benny Newell: But Stevens is smart enough to know that.
Stevens limps up and grabs Bergman by the head, dragging him up to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, and Bergman comes back. Stevens scoops him up and uses Bergman’s own momentum to hit him with a thunderous spine buster.
Benny Newell: SCOTT STEVENS IS GOING TO DO IT JOE! HE MIGHT BE THE LUKE SKYWALKER THAT COULD TAKE DOWN MVW!
Joe Hoffman: And you’re the Jar-Jar Binks.
Benny Newell: HEY!
Joe Hoffman: Big spinebuster there by Stevens, and Stevens is already back up and to his feet.
Stevens drags the dead leg up, and knows how he has to finish this one. He knows he can’t get enough on the Toxic Sting from a purely standing position so he whips Bergman into the ropes. Bergman comes back and Stevens tries to catch him with his cutter. Bergman is quick and kicks Stevens in the back of the knee though, causing Stevens to crumple over. Bergman grabs Stevens by his salt and pepper hair, and pulls his head back.
Joe Hoffman: DRAGON SLEEPER! DRAGON SLEEPER!
Benny Newell: THAT OTHER GUY NAMED SCOTT GOT OUT LAST WEEK! MAYBE THAT’S A THING!
Stevens tries to get to his feet, but just as he’s about to stand up Bergman cuts him off with another kick to the right knee, then wraps his legs around Stevens torso and leans back. Stevens makes the smart business decision and taps out quickly.
Benny Newell: GOD DAMN MVW! HEY BERGMAN! YOU SUCK PAL! YOU CAN WATCH A REAL CHAMPION LATER!
Joe Hoffman: Great showing here in the Lethal Lottery from Joe Bergman.
DING DING DING
Bryan McVay: And your winner in 13 minutes and 42 seconds… and STILL your HOTv CHAMPION! JOOOOOOOOOOOOE! BEEEEEEEEEEERGMAN!
Benny Newell: Lee, I hate that guy.
Joe Hoffman: We couldn’t tell.
Chaos heads elsewhere as Bergman and Sunny celebrate in the ring.