Post by Jman2k3 on Jul 10, 2023 3:46:07 GMT
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Event Date: July 9, 2023
We cut back from commercial break inside the HSBC arena. Suddenly REO Speedwagon’s “Keep On Lovin’ You” blares over the PA System and Darin Zion comes decked out in a red and pink hearted suitcoat with sunglasses on his eyes. He laughs with the crowd and shakes their hands as he makes it up towards the commentary booth with Joe Hoffman and Benny Newell. Zion extends his hand out to Joe Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Welcome Zion!
Darin Zion: Thank you Joe, it’s an honor to sit at the booth with you guys and call the action right down the middle.
Benny cannot control his sarcastic laughter. Darin whips around and extends his hand out to Big Buff.
Darin Zion: Benny….it’s an…
Benny does not even hesitate as instead of shaking Zion’s hand he drops his headset on the floor and promptly flips Zion and Hoffman as he hops of the rail and heads towards the concession stands.
Joe ignores his broadcast colleague as the cameras continue to follow Benny until he disappears into the concessions area.
Darin Zion: What’s his problem….
DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: The following tag team contest is scheduled for….
HALLLLLLELUJAH!
HALLLLLLELUJAH!
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!
HALLEEEEEEEELUJAH!
The catchy but vaguely offputting groove of Hanzel und Gretyl’s “HELLAlujah” begins to slap over the sound system, heralding the arrival of the SON OF GOD, Michael Lee Best. The always polarizing wrestling veteran steps out slowly onto the stage, making his way toward the ramp. He stares out into the crowd as he bobs his head to the sweet jams of his own entrance music.
As he saunters toward the ring, Mike makes a big show of making sure the camera gets a good zoomed in shot as he flips the bird, displaying his Hall of Fame ring prominently. He approaches the apron, rolling under the bottom rope and standing to his feet in the ring. Michael slowly makes his way toward his corner, stretching and preparing for the beginning of the match as his music begins to quiet and fade away.
Bryan McVay: Introducing from Chicago, IL, weighing in at 235 pounds….he is your current LSD Champion………MICCCCCCCCHHAAAEEEEEL LEEEEEEEEE BEEEEEEEESSSSSST
Joe Hoffman: Mike barreled on out the back, he’s ready to get this thing over with. He’s got no love loss with Brian Hollywood and Scott Stevens’ performances as of late…
Darin Zion: …
Joe Hoffman: Speechless for once, Zion?
Darin Zion: Can’t say I blame someone with Mike’s caliber for being fed up…dude’s untouchable here in HOW. If you take one look at his Pedigree; he’s right. He definitely wins HOW, multiple times over…
Joe Hoffman: You couldn’t just say that…
Darin Zion: I’d like to keep my personal feelings out of tonight’s contest, Joe. I’ve got a job to do and I’d like to keep my job.
AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” roars over the PA System as John Sektor joins Michael Lee Best in the ring. Both men stare down each other for a moment before sharing a nod—a subtle sign of respect. Neither one smiles as they eye outward towards the arena; ready to tear straight into their prey.
Bryan McVay: And his tag team partner, from Miami, Floooooorida; weighing in at 245 pounds…JOOOOOOOOOHN SEEEEEEEEKTOR!
Darin Zion: Arguably, John Sektor is the only wrestler in this match I respect. Not gonna lie; every time I step into the ring with Sektor; I’m a bit jealous of his ring psychology. Dude’s a fuckin’ beast and I am gonna love every minute of him taking Stevens and Hollywood to school.
Joe Hoffman: Well, let’s not forget; Sektor’s gotta knock off some ring rust tonight. It’s been a while since he’s stepped foot in and HOW ring. And by his own account—Sektor knows the landscape of HOW competition…
Darin Zion: Keep tellin’ yourself that, Joe. Just like Stevens and Hollywood keep tellin’ themselves they’ll be HOW World Champion again during this era.
The lights in the arena go black as the sound of bells are heard throughout the arena. Each bell lights up a signal spotlight above the stage and the final bell brings the High Octane Vision to life as
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica begins to play.
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. The arena burst the roof off with cheers as the crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his name. The final image that is displayed across the screen is 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: From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp as the chorus hits the speakers drawing out the man from Texas and the cheers intensify as Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain. the Texan stares down at his opponent with an icy glare before slowly raisin up his right fist high into the air. As he lowers it he gives his opponent the unofficial state bird of Texas to show his true feeling towards them. As Stevens makes down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring never taking his eyes off of his opponent until he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and pauses and waits for Hollywood.
Joe Hoffman: It looks like Stevens is going back to some basics. There’s a brand new fire in Stevens’ eyes; almost like he’s no longer satisfied with all the HOW accolades attached to his name.
Darin Zion: Maybe Scott Stevens shouldn’t have eaten all those bean burritos in catering….he probably just has gas. It’s the same story we hear over and over again just like I’ve heard my best friend…
“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. However, Hollywood turns his attention towards the commentary booth and stares a hole straight down at Darin Zion.
Joe Hoffman: Right down the middle, eh?
As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage—
BAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
Joe Hoffman: The Final Alliance are tired of waiting on Stevens and Hollywood’s entrances….
Darin Zion: Apparently, I’m being told….budget cuts…we’re wasting too much time and pyro on Team Minimal Effort, Joe.
Joe Hoffman: Or Mike and Sektor have better things to do?
Darin Zion: MEH! Either reason works. Hortega’s rung the bell….and hell has broken loose in the HSBC arena.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Mike blindsided Stevens with a full running lariat, causing Stevens to spin around and land neck first on the mat. Mike tosses Stevens into the ring and Sektor systematically begins to dismantle Stevens’ ribcage. Hollywood dashes right a Mike in a bold move. However, Mike Best smashes Hollywood’s skull straight into the turnbuckle. Mike gets down towards the ground, nailing MMA style punches and blows to Hollywood’s skull before rolling back into the ring.
Darin Zion: Mike’s in a mood today…
Joe Hoffman: Mike rushes into the ring and BOOOM! Running Snap Drop Kick straight into the chest of Scott Stevens in the turnbuckle.
Darin Zion: It’s an easy day in the office for the Hall of Famers on the Final Alliance today for sure. They’re dishing out some TOUGH LOVE® onto their opponents.
Joe Hoffman: Punny!
Stevens body crashes towards the floor. As he slowly crawls back to his base…
WHAAAAAAACK!
Mike nails a picture perfect Enzuguri straight to Stevens’ jaw. Mike mounts Scott Stevens, clocking him square in the jaw; causing the Hall of Famer’s face to bruise up. As Mike gets back up to taunt Scott Stevens…
Hortega: Etiqueta!
Sektor makes the blind tag onto Mike Best. Both Final Alliance members share a slight stare down before nodding.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like I’m detecting some dissension…
Darin Zion: The Final Alliance is FIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE….
Sektor scrapes Scott Stevens off the mat, locking him into a Surfboard Stretch. Stevens riles in agony as the bones in his back slowly pop. Stevens tries to inch his way towards the ropes, but Sektor drops his massive boot straight into Stevens’ back. Sektor rolls around and locks in an armbar; working Stevens’ elbows. Sektor grabs Stevens’ fingers, trying to break them as best as he can.
Brian Hollywood wakes up from the beatdown and pulls himself back up to his feet from the apron, eyeing what’s going on in the ring. He slides into the ring and kicks Sektor square in the face, angering the Miami native. Hollywood bounces off the ropes and…
Joe Hoffman: OOOOOOOOOH! Brian Hollywood went straight into John Sektor’s forearm.
Darin Zion: I hope Hollywood’s rich grandpa pays his dental plans…I’m sure Hollywood’s gonna be spitting up teeth after that. Truly an excellent display from the former LSD Champion John Sektor. One must wonder if Rhys Townsend’s watching this match.
Sektor picks Scott Stevens up and tags back into Mike. John Sektor nails a sadistic looking snap suplex, driving Scott Stevens hard down towards the mat. Steven groans from the pain but Mike bounces off the ropes and drives his knee straight into Scott Stevens’ balls. Mike laughs cruelly while Stevens is rolling around in pain. Hortega attempts to chime in, but Mike stares daggers at the ref and Hortega backs down.
Mike goes over to hoist Stevens up and hits a brilliant Belly to Belly Suplex. More kicks and taunts come from Mike Best while he gets in Stevens’ face, mocking all his accomplishments. Mike quacks like a duck, but Stevens defiantly spits in Mike’s face. Mike’s not holding back anymore.
Mike pounds the ever living fuck out of Stevens, driving his fists deeper into Scott’s skull. Mike closes his fists, doing everything he can to bloody up the former 3-Time HOW World Champion. As a little blood trickles from Stevens mouth Mike smirks and goes for more punishment. Mike pulls Stevens into the center of the ring and locks on the Sharpshooter, putting all his weight on Stevens’ back. Mike grins as Stevens howls out in pain.
Joe Hoffman: Mike’s definitely taken Stevens to school…locking in a hellacious sharpshooter on Stevens.
Darin Zion: NO! Joe! Stevens flunked out of Mike’s school. Seriously at this point Mike’s trying to take out the trash rather I agree with his methods or not. Every single time it’s people like Scott or Brian Hollywood who won’t step out of their comfort zones and push the machine forward. It’s what I’ve been saying the last couple of weeks. PIVOT! At this point Stevens should tap out just like Brian Hollywood’s tapped out on his career.
Joe Hoffman: I am sure Lee’s got a pot and a kettle for you backstage…
Darin Zion: HA! Fuuuuuunnnny! Real comedian, Joe. But Mike’s got bigger fish to fry like my pal, Conor Fuse. This is merely a warmup match for Mike.
Mike’s got the lock sunk in and Stevens hand is reaching for the air. As Mike closes his eyes, waiting for Stevens to tap…
BAAAAAAAAAM!
Joe Hoffman: German Suplex from Brian Hollywood!
Brian Hollywood gets back to his feet, clutching Mike hard and nails him with a second German much to the delight of the HSBC arena. As Hollywood rolls through for the third, Mike drives his foot straight into Hollywood’s groin, flooring him. Mike grabs Hollywood and nails another Belly to Belly suplex on Hollywood—sending him over the ropes. As Mike’s watches Hollywood collide to the concrete mat…
Joe Hoffman: SCOTT STEVENS WITH THE RUNNING SHOULDER TACKLE!!!!! He sends Mike over the turnbuckle. Now Air Stevens is ready for takeoff. It’s time for a Suicide Dive….
Darin Zion: And……he misses the target thanks to John Sektor. Right as Stevens hit the ropes, Sektor took off his head with one stiff looking clothesline.
While Hortega’s distracted with the count, Sektor picks up Stevens’ lifeless body and hits a T-Bone Suplex. John slides out of the way as Mike gets back into the ring while Hortega shouts out loud QUATRO. Mike Best is livid Scott Stevens fought back. Mike whips Stevens into the ropes and drives him back first into the mat. Mike locks a headlock onto Scott Stevens. The HSBC arena comes unglued, showing their support for Scott Stevens. As their claps resonate throughout the rafters, Stevens powers through it. He’s getting back to his feet, slowly but surely, ready to drive the back of Mike’s head towards the mat with a Back Suplex. As Stevens starts to gain control….
Darin Zion: That dirty bastard Mike Best raking Stevens in the God Damn eyes. This isn’t tough love; this is emotional abuse.
Joe Hoffman: Wait? What?
Darin Zion: I said what I said Hoffman. I call it how I see it. I don’t KNEED to Hero worship all the time.
Joe Hoffman rolls his eyes at Zion’s terrible joke. Brian Hollywood crawls back into his corner, extending his arm out to reach Scott Stevens, but Mike Best flips Brian Hollywood off. Mike attempts his Hashtag Muted Super Kick, but the cunning Brian Hollywood ducks out of the way. Mike’s able to dodge the ropes, but as he’s turning around.
Joe Hoffman: SCOTT STEVENS FOLDS MIKE BEST OVER LIKE AN ACCORDIAN WITH THAT SPEAR!
Stevens makes a hasty cover…
UNO!
DOS….
Darin Zion: Not even a two count! Stevens can’t finish…
Mike and Stevens lay in the center of the mat for a moment. Mike gets back towards his corner and tags Sektor in. As Stevens fingers inch closer towards Hollywood’s—Sektor grabs Stevens and locked him into a devastating Regal Stretch hold; wrapping up his body and arms to weaken Scott. The crowd give their thunderous support to Stevens while he pulls Sektor towards his corner. As Sektor’s almost close to Hollywood, Sektor releases the hold, attempting to hit Hollywood, but Hollywood steps out of the way, nailing a sick kick to Sektor. The discombobulated Sektor inches his way straight into the corner. Stevens nails a Stinger Splash before tagging in Brian Hollywood.
Stevens holds down Sektor towards the mat and Brian Hollywood nails his elbow drop straight to Sektor’s chest. Hollywood doesn’t go for the cover. He knows that’s not enough to put down a former LSD Champion. Hollywood stalks Sektor for a moment. While Sektor’s trying to get to his feet, Hollywood nails a beautiful Big Boot to Sektor’s jaw.
Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood’s coming out on fire right now!
Darin Zion: He’ll fizzle out like all the other times he’s done, Hoffman. I know my best friend and when his head isn’t in the game. He’s going through the motions right now.
Joe Hoffman: Well he’s not because this is the most I’ve seen the crowd ever pump him up. There’s something different…
Darin Zion: Please, Hoffhole, lay off the drugs; they’re not good for you.
Hollywood nails dropkick after drop kick, taking Sektor down to the mat. Mike barrels into the ring in an attempt to stop Hollywood’s momentum but gets met with Hollywood’s Executive Promise super kick. Sektor charges at Hollywood, but the Executive Promise connects to him.
Joe Hoffman: EXECUTIVE PROMISES ALL AROUND! You get an EP! You get an EP!
Hollywood turns around and nails a clothesline to send Mike back to the outside of the ring.
As Hollywood is watching Mike’s body tumble out, Sektor grabs Hollywood, rolls him up and gets a handful of tights.
UNO!
DOS….
Hollywood rolls and nails a drop kick right into the mouth of John Sektor. Brian quickly hits a brand new standing version of his moonsault straight into Sektor’s stomach. Still not satisfied with all his work, Brian tosses Sektor into the turnbuckle. He props Sektor on the top of the turnbuckle, aiming for a superplex.
Mike rushes around, grabs Hollywood’s leg to keep him in place. But Stevens saves the day, nailing a superkick of his own on Mike Best. Hollywood completes the superplex, allowing Sektor to go crashing down on the mat. Both men lie down on the mat as Hortega goes for the count.
UNO
DOS
TRES
QUATRO
Hollywood’s back to his feet after scrambling around. He rushes towards John Sektor, planting him down on the mat with a Jumping Tornado DDT. Hollywood goes back into his corner. He’s sizing up John Sektor, preparing to nail his EXECUTIVE DECREE. He’s got Sektor on the ropes….
Darin Zion: Are you fucking kidding me?! HOT TAG BY SCOTT STEVENS?! That’s a new brand of stupidity right there, Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: I agree a bold choice for Stevens to ruin the momentum he and Hollywood have gotten. But he wants a piece of John Sektor too.
Stevens quickly charges Sektor with the Don’t Mess with Texas Knee Strike. Stevens whips Sektor into the turnbuckle and nails the Double S Spinebuster, much to the dismay of Hollywood. Brian Hollywood shirks it off while going back to the corner, not giving two shits about how Scott Stevens handles this now.
Darin Zion: DO SOMETHING HOLLYWOOD! For the love of GOD! KICK STEVENS head in! You wouldn’t allow anyone to cost you a damn victory in the past! DO SOMETHING!!!
Hollywood barely catches Zion’s tirade in ear shot and walks towards the commentary booth, glaring at his best friend, taking his eyes completely off the action in the ring. As Stevens goes to attempt the Toxic Sting….
WHAAAAAAAACK!
Joe Hoffman: I KNEED A HERO! Mike Best caved Stevens’ skull in right there!!!!!!
Darin Zion: GO ON YOU MORON HOLLYWOOD! SAVE THE DAMN MATCH!
Hollywood awakens from his daze and quickly makes a beeline into the ring. Hollywood clotheslines Mike over the ring ropes and both go tumbling outside. A Dazed and Confused Sektor starts coming too off the mat and notices Scott Stevens’ lifeless body on the mat. Sektor quickly locks in the Sektor Stretch without an effort. Hortega rushes over checks on Scott Stevens as he’s barely conscious. Stevens immediately passes out and Hortega quickly signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: Here are your winners of the match…..MIKE BEST AND JOHN SEKTOR….THE FIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAL ALLLLLLIIIIIIAAAAAAANCE!
Joe Hoffman: Impressive return from Sektor here tonight and Mike looks as good as ever.
Benny Newell: This was just another vacation day for Sektor and for Mike….well every now and then its FUN to punch down.
We cut back to the ring where we see Mike and Sektor shaking hands as the Brazilian fans give both Hall of Famers a respected ovation.
Event Date: July 9, 2023
We cut back from commercial break inside the HSBC arena. Suddenly REO Speedwagon’s “Keep On Lovin’ You” blares over the PA System and Darin Zion comes decked out in a red and pink hearted suitcoat with sunglasses on his eyes. He laughs with the crowd and shakes their hands as he makes it up towards the commentary booth with Joe Hoffman and Benny Newell. Zion extends his hand out to Joe Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: Welcome Zion!
Darin Zion: Thank you Joe, it’s an honor to sit at the booth with you guys and call the action right down the middle.
Benny cannot control his sarcastic laughter. Darin whips around and extends his hand out to Big Buff.
Darin Zion: Benny….it’s an…
Benny does not even hesitate as instead of shaking Zion’s hand he drops his headset on the floor and promptly flips Zion and Hoffman as he hops of the rail and heads towards the concession stands.
Joe ignores his broadcast colleague as the cameras continue to follow Benny until he disappears into the concessions area.
Darin Zion: What’s his problem….
DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: The following tag team contest is scheduled for….
HALLLLLLELUJAH!
HALLLLLLELUJAH!
HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH!
HALLEEEEEEEELUJAH!
The catchy but vaguely offputting groove of Hanzel und Gretyl’s “HELLAlujah” begins to slap over the sound system, heralding the arrival of the SON OF GOD, Michael Lee Best. The always polarizing wrestling veteran steps out slowly onto the stage, making his way toward the ramp. He stares out into the crowd as he bobs his head to the sweet jams of his own entrance music.
As he saunters toward the ring, Mike makes a big show of making sure the camera gets a good zoomed in shot as he flips the bird, displaying his Hall of Fame ring prominently. He approaches the apron, rolling under the bottom rope and standing to his feet in the ring. Michael slowly makes his way toward his corner, stretching and preparing for the beginning of the match as his music begins to quiet and fade away.
Bryan McVay: Introducing from Chicago, IL, weighing in at 235 pounds….he is your current LSD Champion………MICCCCCCCCHHAAAEEEEEL LEEEEEEEEE BEEEEEEEESSSSSST
Joe Hoffman: Mike barreled on out the back, he’s ready to get this thing over with. He’s got no love loss with Brian Hollywood and Scott Stevens’ performances as of late…
Darin Zion: …
Joe Hoffman: Speechless for once, Zion?
Darin Zion: Can’t say I blame someone with Mike’s caliber for being fed up…dude’s untouchable here in HOW. If you take one look at his Pedigree; he’s right. He definitely wins HOW, multiple times over…
Joe Hoffman: You couldn’t just say that…
Darin Zion: I’d like to keep my personal feelings out of tonight’s contest, Joe. I’ve got a job to do and I’d like to keep my job.
AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” roars over the PA System as John Sektor joins Michael Lee Best in the ring. Both men stare down each other for a moment before sharing a nod—a subtle sign of respect. Neither one smiles as they eye outward towards the arena; ready to tear straight into their prey.
Bryan McVay: And his tag team partner, from Miami, Floooooorida; weighing in at 245 pounds…JOOOOOOOOOHN SEEEEEEEEKTOR!
Darin Zion: Arguably, John Sektor is the only wrestler in this match I respect. Not gonna lie; every time I step into the ring with Sektor; I’m a bit jealous of his ring psychology. Dude’s a fuckin’ beast and I am gonna love every minute of him taking Stevens and Hollywood to school.
Joe Hoffman: Well, let’s not forget; Sektor’s gotta knock off some ring rust tonight. It’s been a while since he’s stepped foot in and HOW ring. And by his own account—Sektor knows the landscape of HOW competition…
Darin Zion: Keep tellin’ yourself that, Joe. Just like Stevens and Hollywood keep tellin’ themselves they’ll be HOW World Champion again during this era.
The lights in the arena go black as the sound of bells are heard throughout the arena. Each bell lights up a signal spotlight above the stage and the final bell brings the High Octane Vision to life as
“For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica begins to play.
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. The arena burst the roof off with cheers as the crowd knows who is about to walk out and they are letting him know it by chanting his name. The final image that is displayed across the screen is 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: From The Great State of Texas, weighing in at 256 pounds…SCOTT! STEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEENS!
The wait is finally over as a spotlight shines towards the top of the entrance ramp as the chorus hits the speakers drawing out the man from Texas and the cheers intensify as Scott Stevens appears from behind the curtain. the Texan stares down at his opponent with an icy glare before slowly raisin up his right fist high into the air. As he lowers it he gives his opponent the unofficial state bird of Texas to show his true feeling towards them. As Stevens makes down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
Stevens slowly makes his way around the ring never taking his eyes off of his opponent until he reaches the nearest set of ring steps and pauses and waits for Hollywood.
Joe Hoffman: It looks like Stevens is going back to some basics. There’s a brand new fire in Stevens’ eyes; almost like he’s no longer satisfied with all the HOW accolades attached to his name.
Darin Zion: Maybe Scott Stevens shouldn’t have eaten all those bean burritos in catering….he probably just has gas. It’s the same story we hear over and over again just like I’ve heard my best friend…
“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. However, Hollywood turns his attention towards the commentary booth and stares a hole straight down at Darin Zion.
Joe Hoffman: Right down the middle, eh?
As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage—
BAAAAAAAAAAAAM!
Joe Hoffman: The Final Alliance are tired of waiting on Stevens and Hollywood’s entrances….
Darin Zion: Apparently, I’m being told….budget cuts…we’re wasting too much time and pyro on Team Minimal Effort, Joe.
Joe Hoffman: Or Mike and Sektor have better things to do?
Darin Zion: MEH! Either reason works. Hortega’s rung the bell….and hell has broken loose in the HSBC arena.
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Mike blindsided Stevens with a full running lariat, causing Stevens to spin around and land neck first on the mat. Mike tosses Stevens into the ring and Sektor systematically begins to dismantle Stevens’ ribcage. Hollywood dashes right a Mike in a bold move. However, Mike Best smashes Hollywood’s skull straight into the turnbuckle. Mike gets down towards the ground, nailing MMA style punches and blows to Hollywood’s skull before rolling back into the ring.
Darin Zion: Mike’s in a mood today…
Joe Hoffman: Mike rushes into the ring and BOOOM! Running Snap Drop Kick straight into the chest of Scott Stevens in the turnbuckle.
Darin Zion: It’s an easy day in the office for the Hall of Famers on the Final Alliance today for sure. They’re dishing out some TOUGH LOVE® onto their opponents.
Joe Hoffman: Punny!
Stevens body crashes towards the floor. As he slowly crawls back to his base…
WHAAAAAAACK!
Mike nails a picture perfect Enzuguri straight to Stevens’ jaw. Mike mounts Scott Stevens, clocking him square in the jaw; causing the Hall of Famer’s face to bruise up. As Mike gets back up to taunt Scott Stevens…
Hortega: Etiqueta!
Sektor makes the blind tag onto Mike Best. Both Final Alliance members share a slight stare down before nodding.
Joe Hoffman: Looks like I’m detecting some dissension…
Darin Zion: The Final Alliance is FIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE….
Sektor scrapes Scott Stevens off the mat, locking him into a Surfboard Stretch. Stevens riles in agony as the bones in his back slowly pop. Stevens tries to inch his way towards the ropes, but Sektor drops his massive boot straight into Stevens’ back. Sektor rolls around and locks in an armbar; working Stevens’ elbows. Sektor grabs Stevens’ fingers, trying to break them as best as he can.
Brian Hollywood wakes up from the beatdown and pulls himself back up to his feet from the apron, eyeing what’s going on in the ring. He slides into the ring and kicks Sektor square in the face, angering the Miami native. Hollywood bounces off the ropes and…
Joe Hoffman: OOOOOOOOOH! Brian Hollywood went straight into John Sektor’s forearm.
Darin Zion: I hope Hollywood’s rich grandpa pays his dental plans…I’m sure Hollywood’s gonna be spitting up teeth after that. Truly an excellent display from the former LSD Champion John Sektor. One must wonder if Rhys Townsend’s watching this match.
Sektor picks Scott Stevens up and tags back into Mike. John Sektor nails a sadistic looking snap suplex, driving Scott Stevens hard down towards the mat. Steven groans from the pain but Mike bounces off the ropes and drives his knee straight into Scott Stevens’ balls. Mike laughs cruelly while Stevens is rolling around in pain. Hortega attempts to chime in, but Mike stares daggers at the ref and Hortega backs down.
Mike goes over to hoist Stevens up and hits a brilliant Belly to Belly Suplex. More kicks and taunts come from Mike Best while he gets in Stevens’ face, mocking all his accomplishments. Mike quacks like a duck, but Stevens defiantly spits in Mike’s face. Mike’s not holding back anymore.
Mike pounds the ever living fuck out of Stevens, driving his fists deeper into Scott’s skull. Mike closes his fists, doing everything he can to bloody up the former 3-Time HOW World Champion. As a little blood trickles from Stevens mouth Mike smirks and goes for more punishment. Mike pulls Stevens into the center of the ring and locks on the Sharpshooter, putting all his weight on Stevens’ back. Mike grins as Stevens howls out in pain.
Joe Hoffman: Mike’s definitely taken Stevens to school…locking in a hellacious sharpshooter on Stevens.
Darin Zion: NO! Joe! Stevens flunked out of Mike’s school. Seriously at this point Mike’s trying to take out the trash rather I agree with his methods or not. Every single time it’s people like Scott or Brian Hollywood who won’t step out of their comfort zones and push the machine forward. It’s what I’ve been saying the last couple of weeks. PIVOT! At this point Stevens should tap out just like Brian Hollywood’s tapped out on his career.
Joe Hoffman: I am sure Lee’s got a pot and a kettle for you backstage…
Darin Zion: HA! Fuuuuuunnnny! Real comedian, Joe. But Mike’s got bigger fish to fry like my pal, Conor Fuse. This is merely a warmup match for Mike.
Mike’s got the lock sunk in and Stevens hand is reaching for the air. As Mike closes his eyes, waiting for Stevens to tap…
BAAAAAAAAAM!
Joe Hoffman: German Suplex from Brian Hollywood!
Brian Hollywood gets back to his feet, clutching Mike hard and nails him with a second German much to the delight of the HSBC arena. As Hollywood rolls through for the third, Mike drives his foot straight into Hollywood’s groin, flooring him. Mike grabs Hollywood and nails another Belly to Belly suplex on Hollywood—sending him over the ropes. As Mike’s watches Hollywood collide to the concrete mat…
Joe Hoffman: SCOTT STEVENS WITH THE RUNNING SHOULDER TACKLE!!!!! He sends Mike over the turnbuckle. Now Air Stevens is ready for takeoff. It’s time for a Suicide Dive….
Darin Zion: And……he misses the target thanks to John Sektor. Right as Stevens hit the ropes, Sektor took off his head with one stiff looking clothesline.
While Hortega’s distracted with the count, Sektor picks up Stevens’ lifeless body and hits a T-Bone Suplex. John slides out of the way as Mike gets back into the ring while Hortega shouts out loud QUATRO. Mike Best is livid Scott Stevens fought back. Mike whips Stevens into the ropes and drives him back first into the mat. Mike locks a headlock onto Scott Stevens. The HSBC arena comes unglued, showing their support for Scott Stevens. As their claps resonate throughout the rafters, Stevens powers through it. He’s getting back to his feet, slowly but surely, ready to drive the back of Mike’s head towards the mat with a Back Suplex. As Stevens starts to gain control….
Darin Zion: That dirty bastard Mike Best raking Stevens in the God Damn eyes. This isn’t tough love; this is emotional abuse.
Joe Hoffman: Wait? What?
Darin Zion: I said what I said Hoffman. I call it how I see it. I don’t KNEED to Hero worship all the time.
Joe Hoffman rolls his eyes at Zion’s terrible joke. Brian Hollywood crawls back into his corner, extending his arm out to reach Scott Stevens, but Mike Best flips Brian Hollywood off. Mike attempts his Hashtag Muted Super Kick, but the cunning Brian Hollywood ducks out of the way. Mike’s able to dodge the ropes, but as he’s turning around.
Joe Hoffman: SCOTT STEVENS FOLDS MIKE BEST OVER LIKE AN ACCORDIAN WITH THAT SPEAR!
Stevens makes a hasty cover…
UNO!
DOS….
Darin Zion: Not even a two count! Stevens can’t finish…
Mike and Stevens lay in the center of the mat for a moment. Mike gets back towards his corner and tags Sektor in. As Stevens fingers inch closer towards Hollywood’s—Sektor grabs Stevens and locked him into a devastating Regal Stretch hold; wrapping up his body and arms to weaken Scott. The crowd give their thunderous support to Stevens while he pulls Sektor towards his corner. As Sektor’s almost close to Hollywood, Sektor releases the hold, attempting to hit Hollywood, but Hollywood steps out of the way, nailing a sick kick to Sektor. The discombobulated Sektor inches his way straight into the corner. Stevens nails a Stinger Splash before tagging in Brian Hollywood.
Stevens holds down Sektor towards the mat and Brian Hollywood nails his elbow drop straight to Sektor’s chest. Hollywood doesn’t go for the cover. He knows that’s not enough to put down a former LSD Champion. Hollywood stalks Sektor for a moment. While Sektor’s trying to get to his feet, Hollywood nails a beautiful Big Boot to Sektor’s jaw.
Joe Hoffman: Brian Hollywood’s coming out on fire right now!
Darin Zion: He’ll fizzle out like all the other times he’s done, Hoffman. I know my best friend and when his head isn’t in the game. He’s going through the motions right now.
Joe Hoffman: Well he’s not because this is the most I’ve seen the crowd ever pump him up. There’s something different…
Darin Zion: Please, Hoffhole, lay off the drugs; they’re not good for you.
Hollywood nails dropkick after drop kick, taking Sektor down to the mat. Mike barrels into the ring in an attempt to stop Hollywood’s momentum but gets met with Hollywood’s Executive Promise super kick. Sektor charges at Hollywood, but the Executive Promise connects to him.
Joe Hoffman: EXECUTIVE PROMISES ALL AROUND! You get an EP! You get an EP!
Hollywood turns around and nails a clothesline to send Mike back to the outside of the ring.
As Hollywood is watching Mike’s body tumble out, Sektor grabs Hollywood, rolls him up and gets a handful of tights.
UNO!
DOS….
Hollywood rolls and nails a drop kick right into the mouth of John Sektor. Brian quickly hits a brand new standing version of his moonsault straight into Sektor’s stomach. Still not satisfied with all his work, Brian tosses Sektor into the turnbuckle. He props Sektor on the top of the turnbuckle, aiming for a superplex.
Mike rushes around, grabs Hollywood’s leg to keep him in place. But Stevens saves the day, nailing a superkick of his own on Mike Best. Hollywood completes the superplex, allowing Sektor to go crashing down on the mat. Both men lie down on the mat as Hortega goes for the count.
UNO
DOS
TRES
QUATRO
Hollywood’s back to his feet after scrambling around. He rushes towards John Sektor, planting him down on the mat with a Jumping Tornado DDT. Hollywood goes back into his corner. He’s sizing up John Sektor, preparing to nail his EXECUTIVE DECREE. He’s got Sektor on the ropes….
Darin Zion: Are you fucking kidding me?! HOT TAG BY SCOTT STEVENS?! That’s a new brand of stupidity right there, Hoffman.
Joe Hoffman: I agree a bold choice for Stevens to ruin the momentum he and Hollywood have gotten. But he wants a piece of John Sektor too.
Stevens quickly charges Sektor with the Don’t Mess with Texas Knee Strike. Stevens whips Sektor into the turnbuckle and nails the Double S Spinebuster, much to the dismay of Hollywood. Brian Hollywood shirks it off while going back to the corner, not giving two shits about how Scott Stevens handles this now.
Darin Zion: DO SOMETHING HOLLYWOOD! For the love of GOD! KICK STEVENS head in! You wouldn’t allow anyone to cost you a damn victory in the past! DO SOMETHING!!!
Hollywood barely catches Zion’s tirade in ear shot and walks towards the commentary booth, glaring at his best friend, taking his eyes completely off the action in the ring. As Stevens goes to attempt the Toxic Sting….
WHAAAAAAAACK!
Joe Hoffman: I KNEED A HERO! Mike Best caved Stevens’ skull in right there!!!!!!
Darin Zion: GO ON YOU MORON HOLLYWOOD! SAVE THE DAMN MATCH!
Hollywood awakens from his daze and quickly makes a beeline into the ring. Hollywood clotheslines Mike over the ring ropes and both go tumbling outside. A Dazed and Confused Sektor starts coming too off the mat and notices Scott Stevens’ lifeless body on the mat. Sektor quickly locks in the Sektor Stretch without an effort. Hortega rushes over checks on Scott Stevens as he’s barely conscious. Stevens immediately passes out and Hortega quickly signals for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Bryan McVay: Here are your winners of the match…..MIKE BEST AND JOHN SEKTOR….THE FIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAL ALLLLLLIIIIIIAAAAAAANCE!
Joe Hoffman: Impressive return from Sektor here tonight and Mike looks as good as ever.
Benny Newell: This was just another vacation day for Sektor and for Mike….well every now and then its FUN to punch down.
We cut back to the ring where we see Mike and Sektor shaking hands as the Brazilian fans give both Hall of Famers a respected ovation.