Post by Jman2k3 on Apr 10, 2023 4:57:46 GMT
Chaos 027
Event Date: April 9, 2023
We cut back to ringside with Matt Boettcher standing next to Bryan McVay. A steel cage lowers down from the rafters. But it’s not the Steel Cage Scott Stevens expected. It’s something that looks pieced together last minute—using chain link fence material.
Joe Hoffman: WOW! Who did Lee Best hire to put together this cage? The craftmanship on it looks terrible. Like it was thrown together by a bunch of Evil Empire workers or something…
Benny Newell: NOPE! Can’t do it, Joe! I can’t watch this match! This is Darin Zion quality shit right here. Thank GOD I get an extra break.
Joe Hoffman: But he’s not…
Benny Newell: NOPE! I’m getting Hep C from just STAARRRING out that thing. Totally something Zion would give ya. I’m out!
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: The following match will be contested inside A STEEEEEEEEL CAAAAAAAGE!
Benny heads to the backstage area, leaving Joe Hoffman to call the action himself. The lights in the arena go black as the sound of bells are heard throughout the arena as the High Octane Vision comes to life as images begin to appear.
Shattered murals.
An abandoned church falling apart.
A field of tombstones.
The Book of Best with the Cross of Best driven through it with blood pouring down it.
The blood pours down into it forms the words…..
THE….DEMI….GOD….OF….H….O….W
The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the video screen goes black.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
Bryan McVay: Introducing! From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 ponuds….he is the “Demi-God of HOW!” SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Everyone looks to the entrance ramp but there is no sign of Stevens. Suddenly we see the a spotlight focus in on the crowd and we see Stevens RUNNING towards the ring and steel cage.
Stevens quickly slides into the ring and begins spinning in place…clearly waiting for an attack to come.
But it doesnt.
Joe Hoffman: Steven’s mind is clearly focused on the EPU and The Final Alliance and he knows…heck we ALL know…he is going to have to pay for what happened here earlier tonight when he hit Evan Ward with that chair and cost the Final Alliance the match against Hollywood and Kostoff….if this was NOT a War Games qualifying match…I doubt Stevens would even be here right now.
The whistling intro of “Engel” plays over the PA system, setting the crowd off in a chorus of boos as Xander Azula steps out onto the stage, surveying the crowd with a snarl on his face.
Bryan McVay: And from LOOOOONG BEEEACH, CALIFORNIA, please weeeelllllcooooome XAAAAAANDER AZZZZUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLAAA!
Joe Hoffman: Xander’s got a look of determination in his eyes. That sinister smile forming on his face tells you one thing. He feels comfortable in this element. Even though it’s not an HOFC cage—it’s Xander’s match of choice. He’s rabid when entering one of these cages. It could spell disaster for Scott Stevens tonight.
The crowd show their disdain for Xander, whose snarl fades into a smirk as he taunts those jeering him during his journey to the ring, sliding in to get ready for the match at hand before leaning against the nearest turnbuckle.
Bottcher stands between both Stevens and Xander Azula. He tries to make both competitors shake hands. Xander offers his hand out to The Demi-God of HOW, but Stevens slaps away Azula’s hand. He screams at Boettcher to ring the bell while heading over to his corner.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens wants……NEEDS…this match to start and finish quickly. That is of no question.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Joe Hoffman: Both Xander and Stevens are sizing each other up for a moment. They’re pacing around the ring knowing full well the hell they’re about to endure.
Stevens and Azula pace around each other before tying up with a test of strength. Without wasting any time, Xander kicks Stevens straight in the gut with a dirty shot. Xander attempts to toss Stevens into the side of the cage, but Stevens puts his foot down across the cage. The Cage wall starts to burst at the seems near the top as Stevens reverses the move into an Irish Whip.
Joe Hoffman: YUUUUUUP! Called it earlier! Someone’s gonna die!
Xander sails right into Stevens’ version of a Polish Hammer—The Texas Hammer. Stevens begins stomping a mudhole straight into Xander’s chest. The Long Beach Fighter crawls over towards the corner. The Demi-God of HOW pivots, dropping his knee brace straight into Azula’s face. Boettcher attempts to pull both competitors away from each other, but Stevens shifts his focus away from Azula. He barks at Boettcher to stand back and watch. Boettcher steps aside while Azula comes out of nowhere with a German Suplex.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is back on his feet to the surprise of Azula. Stevens with the clothesline, but Xander ducks underneath. Xander’s now scaling this dangerous cage.
The side of the cage starts to sink in while Xander climbs for dear life. Stevens rushes over towards Xander, scooping him up for a Powerbomb attempt. Xander nails elbow after elbow against the skull of Stevens, trying to cling to the cage. The pressure is causing pieces of it to peel off the side of the ring. The force causes Xander to release the hold, going down with a sick force. Stevens’ follows through his sitdown powerbomb attempt with a cover.
ONE…
TW…
Joe Hoffman: Xander kicked out rather quickly here. Azula’s kipped up and…
WHACK!
Joe Hoffman: Debbie Does Dallas upcut straight into Azula’s jaw. OOOOOOH! That smarts!
Stevens scoops up Xander, placing him straight into Snap DDT position. HE CONNECTS! Xander goes face first straight into the mat. Stevens attempts to mount The HOFC Prize Fighter for some elbows, but Xander pokes his think right into the red eye of Stevens. Scott fumbles around the ring for a moment. He’s met with a stiff Vertical Suplex straight into one of the sides of the cage. That cage wall starts folding in towards our competitors.
Joe Hoffman: OOOOOH! There’s blood trickling from Stevens ribs…Azula got him GOOOOOOOD!
Xander wastes no time in grabbing the lifeless Stevens. A fire burns in his eyes as he pulls back Scott’s head. He jabs the forehead into a corner with some exposed steel. Grating Stevens’ head like cheese, he applies pressure, ripping a small gash into his opponent’s forehead. The camera pans into see a small hunk of Stevens’ flesh hanging from the cage. Stevens pats his forehead—noticing the blood. A burst of adrenaline rushes through his veins.
Azula attempts for the German Suplex again—but gets met with a back elbow straight to his ear. Stevens fires lefts and rights towards Xander until he’s in the corner. Stevens charges like a madman until he nails the Stinger Splash on the lifeless Azula. The Tulsa crowd comes alive as Stevens begins to ascend towards the top.
Joe Hoffman: While both men cannot win via escape in this cage—it doesn’t mean they won’t take some high risks. Just look at the hatred in Stevens’ eyes. You can tell he wants to drive an elbow straight into Xander’s sternum—cutting off the airflow. He’s almost climbed to the top…
Crowd: OOOOOOH!
Joe Hoffman: NO XANDER! DON’T DO IT! DON’T DO IT!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Joe Hoffman: XANDER DROPPED SCOTT STEVENS STRAIGHT ON HIS NECK FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE. THE CAGE WALL IS HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE NOW.
Clinging to his neck, Stevens rolls back and forth against the mat in pain. His bell is rung—everything sounds like it’s in a tunnel. Xander picks up the discombobulated Stevens, sending him gut first into the structure. Azula ascends the structural side, dropping a huge leg into Stevens chest against the nearly destroyed chain link wall. Both competitors drop towards the ground, laying in shambles as Boettcher rushes to check on him.
Joe Hoffman: It’s life or death for both of these competitors. War Games means that much to them.
Xander slowly crawls over towards the ropes to regain his composure. He eyes Scott Stevens who is laying there almost lifeless. Licking his lips, Xander scoops up the lifeless Stevens. He nails the sickest Snap Suplex, dropping Stevens back first against the cage. Xander proceeds to lift Stevens up, hitting a nasty powerbomb back into the ring. Azula rushes over to Stevens, locking in an armbar from out of nowhere. The crowd pushes and pulls for Stevens as he’s struggling to reverse out of it.
Crowd: FUCK YOU STEVENS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* FUCK YOU STEVENS!
Joe Hoffman: I guess that’s Oklahoma’s version of showing this Texan some love?! It doesn’t seem to be helping much, Stevens is fading fast.
Boettcher rushes over to see if Stevens has faded. BUT NO! The Crazy Texan is pulling himself back up to his feet. He’s got Xander’s body in the air—readying for an awkward powerbomb. As Stevens tries to slam Xander into the mat—Azula shifts his momentum, almost pulling Stevens back down. Unfortunately, it causes Stevens to drive Azula’s flesh into another area’s exposed link. It cuts part of Azula’s gear, leaving a small knick in his flesh.
Joe Hoffman: Both men are losing blood fast.
Stevens drops to his knees, setting up for the Toxic Sting. He’s driving his fists into the mat, causing the crowd to go nuts. He rushes, attempting to grab Xander’s neck….
WHAM!!!!
Crowd: WOAAAAAAAAAH!
Joe Hoffman: XAAAAAAANDER’S CONNECTED WITH THE FIST OF ERIS, STRAIGHT TO STEVENS JAW!!!!! WAAAAAAAH?! He’s covering him….
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE!!!!!!!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME!
Matt Boettcher throws his hands up, screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Joe Hoffman: OH-EM-GEEEEEE! Stevens kicked out at the last second!!! Xander’s in disbelief right now. He’s tugging at his beard, he has no idea how to put this stubborn Texan away!
The veins in Xander’s forehead pulse out. He grabs Scott Stevens and nails a first german suplex. He follows it through, hoisting up Stevens. He’s now dropped Stevens onto his head for a second one. Now for the grand finale—A HAT TRICK to Stevens!!! The crowd is gearing up and on their feet. Xander’s winding up for the Snub—his bullhammer elbow. He’s had it with Stevens now. As Stevens gets back up, Xander goes for it….
Joe Hoffman: CLOTHESLINE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!!!!
It takes a while for both men to get back to their feet. Both are exhausted. Stevens throws a punch, Xander answers. The crowd responds with their typical BOO-YAY retorts. Stevens hobbles around with the crimson mask pouring from his face. They continue to exchange blows lefts, rights, and kicks. Xander gets the advantage. He flings Stevens into the ropes…..
Joe Hoffman: SPRINGBOARD TOOOOOOOOOXIC STTTTTTTTTTING TO XANDER.
Steven’s eyes look possessed. He’s tired of this war. Flinging Xander’s body over towards the broken chain link wall. He stomps at the man a couple of times—making sure to hurt his fingers and legs. The hellbent Texan scoops up Xander into position, head aimed towards the ground. Xander attempts to flail around, hoping to screw up the move—but Stevens doesn’t waste any time.
Joe Hoffman: GAME CHANGER—-HEAD FIRST INTO THE BROKEN WALL….
Stevens splits Xander’s head open and it gashes him deeply. Boettcher rushes over as Stevens makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner in 12 minutes……..SCOOOOOOOOTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEVENS.
Joe Hoffman: HOLY MOLY! STEVENS QUALIFIES FOR WAR GAMES?!?! WHAT IN THE WORLD?!
Stevens collapses towards the ground with a smile on his face. He throws his hands over his head, celebrating as HOW officials come check in on Xander.
Suddenly a swarm of EPU agents rush down the entrance ramp and from the crowd. The agents then make a hole and the HOTv Tag Team Champions make their way down flanked by Evan Ward.
Joe Hoffman: No shock here…..The Final Alliance and the EPU have the cage surrounded and it is time for Scott Stevens to pay up……My word…..Ward looks unhinged with that dried blood on his face.
Stevens slowly stands up in the middle of the ring and turns quickly in all directions to see that there is no escape.
The makeshift cage begins to rise up from the ring, pieces falling off as it does, and Stevens accepts his fate.
Joe Hoffman: This is NOT going to be pretty….
The fans are all on their feet as Jatt Starr, Dan Ryan and Evan Ward climb into the ring as Stevens charges…
Joe Hoffman: Stevens quite often never makes the right decisions but my God does he put forth the effort…..
Stevens catches Starr with a clothesline and kicks the man in the side of the head quickly before he is taken down with a double axe handle from the powerful HOTv Champion Dan Ryan.
A running drop kick from Evan Ward sends Stevens to the outside.
The EPU agents ringside, pick up and toss Stevens back into the ring where a now standing Jatt Starr, greets Stevens with a kick in the gut followed by a Falling Starr.
Dan Ryan pulls Stevens up by his hair and promptly dumps him back down in the middle of the ring with his Headliner finisher.
The crowd is dead silent as Jatt kneels down and pulls Stevens up by his hair into a sitting position.
Joe Hoffman: 3RD GENERATION AWARD WINNING KNEE!!!! STEVENS JUST TOOK ALL THREE OF THESE MEN’S FINISHERS!!!
Ward and Ryan stand over Stevens as Jatt puts a knee in the man’s chest and pulls out a sharpie.
He begins writing on the man’s forehead and it is now until he is finished and the men exit the ring that we see what he wrote…..
An overhead shot clearly shows one word now written in permanent marker on the forehead of newly qualified War Games participant…..
DWEEBENS
……and right around his mouth Jatt drew a pair of cat like whiskers.
Joe Hoffman: I hate to say it….but Stevens brought this on himself….he cannot go after these guys on his own!!
Joe can be seen shaking his head as we cut elsewhere…
Event Date: April 9, 2023
We cut back to ringside with Matt Boettcher standing next to Bryan McVay. A steel cage lowers down from the rafters. But it’s not the Steel Cage Scott Stevens expected. It’s something that looks pieced together last minute—using chain link fence material.
Joe Hoffman: WOW! Who did Lee Best hire to put together this cage? The craftmanship on it looks terrible. Like it was thrown together by a bunch of Evil Empire workers or something…
Benny Newell: NOPE! Can’t do it, Joe! I can’t watch this match! This is Darin Zion quality shit right here. Thank GOD I get an extra break.
Joe Hoffman: But he’s not…
Benny Newell: NOPE! I’m getting Hep C from just STAARRRING out that thing. Totally something Zion would give ya. I’m out!
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: The following match will be contested inside A STEEEEEEEEL CAAAAAAAGE!
Benny heads to the backstage area, leaving Joe Hoffman to call the action himself. The lights in the arena go black as the sound of bells are heard throughout the arena as the High Octane Vision comes to life as images begin to appear.
Shattered murals.
An abandoned church falling apart.
A field of tombstones.
The Book of Best with the Cross of Best driven through it with blood pouring down it.
The blood pours down into it forms the words…..
THE….DEMI….GOD….OF….H….O….W
The crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his favorite chant as the video screen goes black.
“FUCK YOU, STEVENS!” Clap x5
Bryan McVay: Introducing! From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 ponuds….he is the “Demi-God of HOW!” SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
Everyone looks to the entrance ramp but there is no sign of Stevens. Suddenly we see the a spotlight focus in on the crowd and we see Stevens RUNNING towards the ring and steel cage.
Stevens quickly slides into the ring and begins spinning in place…clearly waiting for an attack to come.
But it doesnt.
Joe Hoffman: Steven’s mind is clearly focused on the EPU and The Final Alliance and he knows…heck we ALL know…he is going to have to pay for what happened here earlier tonight when he hit Evan Ward with that chair and cost the Final Alliance the match against Hollywood and Kostoff….if this was NOT a War Games qualifying match…I doubt Stevens would even be here right now.
The whistling intro of “Engel” plays over the PA system, setting the crowd off in a chorus of boos as Xander Azula steps out onto the stage, surveying the crowd with a snarl on his face.
Bryan McVay: And from LOOOOONG BEEEACH, CALIFORNIA, please weeeelllllcooooome XAAAAAANDER AZZZZUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLAAA!
Joe Hoffman: Xander’s got a look of determination in his eyes. That sinister smile forming on his face tells you one thing. He feels comfortable in this element. Even though it’s not an HOFC cage—it’s Xander’s match of choice. He’s rabid when entering one of these cages. It could spell disaster for Scott Stevens tonight.
The crowd show their disdain for Xander, whose snarl fades into a smirk as he taunts those jeering him during his journey to the ring, sliding in to get ready for the match at hand before leaning against the nearest turnbuckle.
Bottcher stands between both Stevens and Xander Azula. He tries to make both competitors shake hands. Xander offers his hand out to The Demi-God of HOW, but Stevens slaps away Azula’s hand. He screams at Boettcher to ring the bell while heading over to his corner.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens wants……NEEDS…this match to start and finish quickly. That is of no question.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Joe Hoffman: Both Xander and Stevens are sizing each other up for a moment. They’re pacing around the ring knowing full well the hell they’re about to endure.
Stevens and Azula pace around each other before tying up with a test of strength. Without wasting any time, Xander kicks Stevens straight in the gut with a dirty shot. Xander attempts to toss Stevens into the side of the cage, but Stevens puts his foot down across the cage. The Cage wall starts to burst at the seems near the top as Stevens reverses the move into an Irish Whip.
Joe Hoffman: YUUUUUUP! Called it earlier! Someone’s gonna die!
Xander sails right into Stevens’ version of a Polish Hammer—The Texas Hammer. Stevens begins stomping a mudhole straight into Xander’s chest. The Long Beach Fighter crawls over towards the corner. The Demi-God of HOW pivots, dropping his knee brace straight into Azula’s face. Boettcher attempts to pull both competitors away from each other, but Stevens shifts his focus away from Azula. He barks at Boettcher to stand back and watch. Boettcher steps aside while Azula comes out of nowhere with a German Suplex.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens is back on his feet to the surprise of Azula. Stevens with the clothesline, but Xander ducks underneath. Xander’s now scaling this dangerous cage.
The side of the cage starts to sink in while Xander climbs for dear life. Stevens rushes over towards Xander, scooping him up for a Powerbomb attempt. Xander nails elbow after elbow against the skull of Stevens, trying to cling to the cage. The pressure is causing pieces of it to peel off the side of the ring. The force causes Xander to release the hold, going down with a sick force. Stevens’ follows through his sitdown powerbomb attempt with a cover.
ONE…
TW…
Joe Hoffman: Xander kicked out rather quickly here. Azula’s kipped up and…
WHACK!
Joe Hoffman: Debbie Does Dallas upcut straight into Azula’s jaw. OOOOOOH! That smarts!
Stevens scoops up Xander, placing him straight into Snap DDT position. HE CONNECTS! Xander goes face first straight into the mat. Stevens attempts to mount The HOFC Prize Fighter for some elbows, but Xander pokes his think right into the red eye of Stevens. Scott fumbles around the ring for a moment. He’s met with a stiff Vertical Suplex straight into one of the sides of the cage. That cage wall starts folding in towards our competitors.
Joe Hoffman: OOOOOH! There’s blood trickling from Stevens ribs…Azula got him GOOOOOOOD!
Xander wastes no time in grabbing the lifeless Stevens. A fire burns in his eyes as he pulls back Scott’s head. He jabs the forehead into a corner with some exposed steel. Grating Stevens’ head like cheese, he applies pressure, ripping a small gash into his opponent’s forehead. The camera pans into see a small hunk of Stevens’ flesh hanging from the cage. Stevens pats his forehead—noticing the blood. A burst of adrenaline rushes through his veins.
Azula attempts for the German Suplex again—but gets met with a back elbow straight to his ear. Stevens fires lefts and rights towards Xander until he’s in the corner. Stevens charges like a madman until he nails the Stinger Splash on the lifeless Azula. The Tulsa crowd comes alive as Stevens begins to ascend towards the top.
Joe Hoffman: While both men cannot win via escape in this cage—it doesn’t mean they won’t take some high risks. Just look at the hatred in Stevens’ eyes. You can tell he wants to drive an elbow straight into Xander’s sternum—cutting off the airflow. He’s almost climbed to the top…
Crowd: OOOOOOH!
Joe Hoffman: NO XANDER! DON’T DO IT! DON’T DO IT!!!!!
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Joe Hoffman: XANDER DROPPED SCOTT STEVENS STRAIGHT ON HIS NECK FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE. THE CAGE WALL IS HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE NOW.
Clinging to his neck, Stevens rolls back and forth against the mat in pain. His bell is rung—everything sounds like it’s in a tunnel. Xander picks up the discombobulated Stevens, sending him gut first into the structure. Azula ascends the structural side, dropping a huge leg into Stevens chest against the nearly destroyed chain link wall. Both competitors drop towards the ground, laying in shambles as Boettcher rushes to check on him.
Joe Hoffman: It’s life or death for both of these competitors. War Games means that much to them.
Xander slowly crawls over towards the ropes to regain his composure. He eyes Scott Stevens who is laying there almost lifeless. Licking his lips, Xander scoops up the lifeless Stevens. He nails the sickest Snap Suplex, dropping Stevens back first against the cage. Xander proceeds to lift Stevens up, hitting a nasty powerbomb back into the ring. Azula rushes over to Stevens, locking in an armbar from out of nowhere. The crowd pushes and pulls for Stevens as he’s struggling to reverse out of it.
Crowd: FUCK YOU STEVENS! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* FUCK YOU STEVENS!
Joe Hoffman: I guess that’s Oklahoma’s version of showing this Texan some love?! It doesn’t seem to be helping much, Stevens is fading fast.
Boettcher rushes over to see if Stevens has faded. BUT NO! The Crazy Texan is pulling himself back up to his feet. He’s got Xander’s body in the air—readying for an awkward powerbomb. As Stevens tries to slam Xander into the mat—Azula shifts his momentum, almost pulling Stevens back down. Unfortunately, it causes Stevens to drive Azula’s flesh into another area’s exposed link. It cuts part of Azula’s gear, leaving a small knick in his flesh.
Joe Hoffman: Both men are losing blood fast.
Stevens drops to his knees, setting up for the Toxic Sting. He’s driving his fists into the mat, causing the crowd to go nuts. He rushes, attempting to grab Xander’s neck….
WHAM!!!!
Crowd: WOAAAAAAAAAH!
Joe Hoffman: XAAAAAAANDER’S CONNECTED WITH THE FIST OF ERIS, STRAIGHT TO STEVENS JAW!!!!! WAAAAAAAH?! He’s covering him….
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE!!!!!!!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP* THIS IS AWESOME!
Matt Boettcher throws his hands up, screaming “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Joe Hoffman: OH-EM-GEEEEEE! Stevens kicked out at the last second!!! Xander’s in disbelief right now. He’s tugging at his beard, he has no idea how to put this stubborn Texan away!
The veins in Xander’s forehead pulse out. He grabs Scott Stevens and nails a first german suplex. He follows it through, hoisting up Stevens. He’s now dropped Stevens onto his head for a second one. Now for the grand finale—A HAT TRICK to Stevens!!! The crowd is gearing up and on their feet. Xander’s winding up for the Snub—his bullhammer elbow. He’s had it with Stevens now. As Stevens gets back up, Xander goes for it….
Joe Hoffman: CLOTHESLINE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!!!!!
It takes a while for both men to get back to their feet. Both are exhausted. Stevens throws a punch, Xander answers. The crowd responds with their typical BOO-YAY retorts. Stevens hobbles around with the crimson mask pouring from his face. They continue to exchange blows lefts, rights, and kicks. Xander gets the advantage. He flings Stevens into the ropes…..
Joe Hoffman: SPRINGBOARD TOOOOOOOOOXIC STTTTTTTTTTING TO XANDER.
Steven’s eyes look possessed. He’s tired of this war. Flinging Xander’s body over towards the broken chain link wall. He stomps at the man a couple of times—making sure to hurt his fingers and legs. The hellbent Texan scoops up Xander into position, head aimed towards the ground. Xander attempts to flail around, hoping to screw up the move—but Stevens doesn’t waste any time.
Joe Hoffman: GAME CHANGER—-HEAD FIRST INTO THE BROKEN WALL….
Stevens splits Xander’s head open and it gashes him deeply. Boettcher rushes over as Stevens makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: Here is your winner in 12 minutes……..SCOOOOOOOOTTTTT STEEEEEEEEEEVENS.
Joe Hoffman: HOLY MOLY! STEVENS QUALIFIES FOR WAR GAMES?!?! WHAT IN THE WORLD?!
Stevens collapses towards the ground with a smile on his face. He throws his hands over his head, celebrating as HOW officials come check in on Xander.
Suddenly a swarm of EPU agents rush down the entrance ramp and from the crowd. The agents then make a hole and the HOTv Tag Team Champions make their way down flanked by Evan Ward.
Joe Hoffman: No shock here…..The Final Alliance and the EPU have the cage surrounded and it is time for Scott Stevens to pay up……My word…..Ward looks unhinged with that dried blood on his face.
Stevens slowly stands up in the middle of the ring and turns quickly in all directions to see that there is no escape.
The makeshift cage begins to rise up from the ring, pieces falling off as it does, and Stevens accepts his fate.
Joe Hoffman: This is NOT going to be pretty….
The fans are all on their feet as Jatt Starr, Dan Ryan and Evan Ward climb into the ring as Stevens charges…
Joe Hoffman: Stevens quite often never makes the right decisions but my God does he put forth the effort…..
Stevens catches Starr with a clothesline and kicks the man in the side of the head quickly before he is taken down with a double axe handle from the powerful HOTv Champion Dan Ryan.
A running drop kick from Evan Ward sends Stevens to the outside.
The EPU agents ringside, pick up and toss Stevens back into the ring where a now standing Jatt Starr, greets Stevens with a kick in the gut followed by a Falling Starr.
Dan Ryan pulls Stevens up by his hair and promptly dumps him back down in the middle of the ring with his Headliner finisher.
The crowd is dead silent as Jatt kneels down and pulls Stevens up by his hair into a sitting position.
Joe Hoffman: 3RD GENERATION AWARD WINNING KNEE!!!! STEVENS JUST TOOK ALL THREE OF THESE MEN’S FINISHERS!!!
Ward and Ryan stand over Stevens as Jatt puts a knee in the man’s chest and pulls out a sharpie.
He begins writing on the man’s forehead and it is now until he is finished and the men exit the ring that we see what he wrote…..
An overhead shot clearly shows one word now written in permanent marker on the forehead of newly qualified War Games participant…..
DWEEBENS
……and right around his mouth Jatt drew a pair of cat like whiskers.
Joe Hoffman: I hate to say it….but Stevens brought this on himself….he cannot go after these guys on his own!!
Joe can be seen shaking his head as we cut elsewhere…