Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 12, 2023 20:06:28 GMT
Chaos 048
Event Date: November 6, 2023 at 10:00 pm
Back live from commercial and Status Quo’s “Rockin’ All Over the World” comes on and Drew Mitchell comes out from the back accompanied by Sunny O’Callahan.
We cut to a quick shot of all the XPRO wrestlers up in their suite, who are now standing and cheering on their peer.
Brian McVay: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and will take place in a cage! INTRODUCING FIRST! He stands 6’1” tall and weighs in at 225 lbs. DDDDRRRREEEEWWWWW MMMMIIIITTTTCCCCHHHHHEEEEELLLLLL!!!!!
Drew stops at the top and poses for the fans. Then he makes his way down to the ring with Sunny by his side.
Joe Hoffman: We know that Sunny’s been having trouble keeping Drew focused this past week, and the look on her face is very telling that she is not very pleased with her client right now.
Benny Newell: It’s Scott Stevens. I could beat Scott Stevens and my meat at the same time, Drew Mitchell should have absolutely no problem, Hoffhole.
Joe Hoffman: Such an analyst…
Drew steps inside the cage as Sunny takes up position on the opposite side of the ring, outside of the cage when suddenly 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.
Benny Newell: Here comes that shit brick now.
Brian McVay: And his opponent!
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. He stands 6’6” tall and weighs 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 raising 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.
Benny Newell: This fuckin’ guy…
Joe Hoffman: This is a must win situation for Scott Stevens. Drew Mitchell has two victories over the one time World Champion. Another loss here tonight and Lee Best might send the Texan back down to X-Pro.
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 proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens slams the cage door shut behind him and goes to the nearest corner and ascends the ropes; looking out amongst the crowd before raising his fist once more before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
Benny Newell: Let’s fuckin’ go already, Hortega! Holy shit, two segments of entrances and the bell hasn’t even rung!
And on cue, referee Joel Hortega calls for the bell to start the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Both men begin to circle one another as Hortega backs out of the center of the ring. Stevens is the first to act by darting in and attempting a clothesline, but Mitchell ducks and bounces off the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: OOF! Stevens with a thunderous clothesline and Mitchell is down in the middle of the ring.
Stevens grins from ear to ear as he stares down at Mitchell. On the outside, Sunny just throws her arms into the air in disbelief as she rolls her eyes. Stevens drops down to a knee and drives a few right hands into Mitchell’s forehead. Hortega warns the infraction, but Stevens just snarls at the referee, before lifting Mitchell to his feet with a handful of hair.
Benny Newell: I might kinda not hate this version of Scott Stevens…
Joe Hoffman: …uhh
Benny Newell: Fuck that, never mind. Let’s go Mitch!
Stevens sends Mitchell into the corner with a hard Irish Whip. A metallic clang echoes throughout the arena as the small of Mitchell’s back makes contact with the middle turnbuckle. Mitchell falls down to a knee, and Stevens is quickly back on the attack as he drives a running knee right into the side of Mitchell’s face.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens showing that he’s not to be messed with here tonight. This is a very ferocious side of Scott Stevens that we haven’t seen in some time.
Benny Newell: He’ll fuck it up, Joe! He always does.
Stevens wastes no time and lifts Mitchell to his feet and with a handful of hair he drives Mitchell face first into the cage. The cage rattles violently as Mitchell stumbles back a few steps and right back into the clutches of Scott Stevens, who plants Mitchell down to the canvas with a murderous German suplex.
Joe Hoffman: What a sequence for Scott Stevens!
Benny Newell: BLOOD! 97RED BLOOD, JOE!
Joe Hoffman: Oh! A nasty cut from the jagged steel of the cage has opened up over the right eye of Drew Mitchell! He’s in serious trouble and Stevens will not relent!
Stevens, back down on one, once again repeatedly drives a series of fists into Mitchell’s head, but this time he is targeting the cut above his eyebrow. A bit gassed, Stevens jumps to his feet. He looks down at his blood soaked fist before throwing it into the air for the blood thirsty and raucous Best Arena crowd.
Benny Newell: I love it.
Sunny is visibly frustrated with her clients lack of preparedness for this match as she paces outside of the ring with her hands on her hips. Stevens, in an act of arrogance, gives Mitchell’s manager a Texas salute with his bloodied knuckles, before pointing down to Mitchell and letting down an over the top belly laugh.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens better not get ahead of himself, Benny. But it looks like he may have found the way to beat Drew Mitchell.
Benny Newell: Yeah, it only took a cage and a bad game plan from Drew Mitchell.
Joe Hoffman: You’re never going to give this man any kind of credit are you, Ben….OHHHH!!!!
As Stevens continues to mock his opponent’s manager with a sinister grin, Mitchell takes advantage and upkicks Stevens right in the balls. The crowd gasps as the Hall of Famer reaches for his groin and doubles over and eventually falls down to his knees. Mitchell, a bloody mess, scrambles to get to his feet.
Joe Hoffman: Drew Mitchell looks like a man possessed here!
Benny Newell: Let’s go Mitch!
The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Mitchell, fueled by nothing more than adrenaline, wipes the blood from his eyes with the back of his hand and takes up position in the corner, waiting for Stevens to get back to his feet. And just as The Scorpion gets to his feet, Mitchell flattens him back down with a gracefully violent drop kick and lands flush along the jawline of Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: How quickly the tables have turned here, Benny!
Benny Newell: I told you he’d fuck it up Joe, get after it Mitch!
Stevens crashes down to the mat, his head bouncing violently off the canvas as the crowd bursts into a myriad of cheers. Stevens wearily climbs to his feet, and from his blindside he is caught with another perfectly executed dropkick and once again Stevens finds himself down in the center of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Drew Mitchell is putting a comeback together right now!
Again, Stevens climbs to his feet and this time he’s met with a couple of stiff right hands from Mitchell. Mitchell pushes Stevens back against the ropes and with an Irish Whip…
Joe Hoffman: OH! WHAT A REVERSAL BY STEVENS!
Stevens is able to reverse the Irish Whip and once again he sends Drew Mitchell face first into the cage, but this time he holds the rookie in place and grinds his face into the cage, opening the gaping cut over Mitchell’s eye even wider. Blood pours from Mitchells face and down the chain link as Sunny is forced to watch on from the outside of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Sunny is right there, but she’s not hiding her frustration.
Benny Newell: She told him to be ready, Joe. And this is not what I would call ready.
After a few wild trashings of Mitchell’s head from side to side, Stevens lets loose of the back of his hair. Mitchell stumbles backward, away from the cage and turns right into the clutches of Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Benny Newell: Goddamnit, Mitch.
Stevens nails Mitchell with a Toxic Sting in the middle of the ring and quickly makes the cover. Hortega slides in for the count, sliding through the pools of blood on the canvas.
1!
…
…
2!
…
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3!
Joe Hoffman: He’s finally done it.
DING! DING! DING!
Brian McVay: Your winner in 10 minutes and 12 seconds. SCOTT! SSSSTTTTEEEEVVVVEEEENNNNSSSS!!!!!
Scott Stevens celebrates in the ring as “For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica begins to play throughout the arena.
We once again cut up to the XPRO suite and the wrestlers are clearly disappointed with the outcome.
Several can be seen waving their hands at Stevens who can be seen pointing up at the XPRO wrestlers as he smiles ear to ear.
We suddenly cut away….
Event Date: November 6, 2023 at 10:00 pm
Back live from commercial and Status Quo’s “Rockin’ All Over the World” comes on and Drew Mitchell comes out from the back accompanied by Sunny O’Callahan.
We cut to a quick shot of all the XPRO wrestlers up in their suite, who are now standing and cheering on their peer.
Brian McVay: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and will take place in a cage! INTRODUCING FIRST! He stands 6’1” tall and weighs in at 225 lbs. DDDDRRRREEEEWWWWW MMMMIIIITTTTCCCCHHHHHEEEEELLLLLL!!!!!
Drew stops at the top and poses for the fans. Then he makes his way down to the ring with Sunny by his side.
Joe Hoffman: We know that Sunny’s been having trouble keeping Drew focused this past week, and the look on her face is very telling that she is not very pleased with her client right now.
Benny Newell: It’s Scott Stevens. I could beat Scott Stevens and my meat at the same time, Drew Mitchell should have absolutely no problem, Hoffhole.
Joe Hoffman: Such an analyst…
Drew steps inside the cage as Sunny takes up position on the opposite side of the ring, outside of the cage when suddenly 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.
Benny Newell: Here comes that shit brick now.
Brian McVay: And his opponent!
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. He stands 6’6” tall and weighs 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 raising 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.
Benny Newell: This fuckin’ guy…
Joe Hoffman: This is a must win situation for Scott Stevens. Drew Mitchell has two victories over the one time World Champion. Another loss here tonight and Lee Best might send the Texan back down to X-Pro.
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 proceeds to enter the ring. Once inside, Stevens slams the cage door shut behind him and goes to the nearest corner and ascends the ropes; looking out amongst the crowd before raising his fist once more before dropping to the canvas as a loud chant erupts from the crowd.
Benny Newell: Let’s fuckin’ go already, Hortega! Holy shit, two segments of entrances and the bell hasn’t even rung!
And on cue, referee Joel Hortega calls for the bell to start the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Both men begin to circle one another as Hortega backs out of the center of the ring. Stevens is the first to act by darting in and attempting a clothesline, but Mitchell ducks and bounces off the ropes.
Joe Hoffman: OOF! Stevens with a thunderous clothesline and Mitchell is down in the middle of the ring.
Stevens grins from ear to ear as he stares down at Mitchell. On the outside, Sunny just throws her arms into the air in disbelief as she rolls her eyes. Stevens drops down to a knee and drives a few right hands into Mitchell’s forehead. Hortega warns the infraction, but Stevens just snarls at the referee, before lifting Mitchell to his feet with a handful of hair.
Benny Newell: I might kinda not hate this version of Scott Stevens…
Joe Hoffman: …uhh
Benny Newell: Fuck that, never mind. Let’s go Mitch!
Stevens sends Mitchell into the corner with a hard Irish Whip. A metallic clang echoes throughout the arena as the small of Mitchell’s back makes contact with the middle turnbuckle. Mitchell falls down to a knee, and Stevens is quickly back on the attack as he drives a running knee right into the side of Mitchell’s face.
Joe Hoffman: Scott Stevens showing that he’s not to be messed with here tonight. This is a very ferocious side of Scott Stevens that we haven’t seen in some time.
Benny Newell: He’ll fuck it up, Joe! He always does.
Stevens wastes no time and lifts Mitchell to his feet and with a handful of hair he drives Mitchell face first into the cage. The cage rattles violently as Mitchell stumbles back a few steps and right back into the clutches of Scott Stevens, who plants Mitchell down to the canvas with a murderous German suplex.
Joe Hoffman: What a sequence for Scott Stevens!
Benny Newell: BLOOD! 97RED BLOOD, JOE!
Joe Hoffman: Oh! A nasty cut from the jagged steel of the cage has opened up over the right eye of Drew Mitchell! He’s in serious trouble and Stevens will not relent!
Stevens, back down on one, once again repeatedly drives a series of fists into Mitchell’s head, but this time he is targeting the cut above his eyebrow. A bit gassed, Stevens jumps to his feet. He looks down at his blood soaked fist before throwing it into the air for the blood thirsty and raucous Best Arena crowd.
Benny Newell: I love it.
Sunny is visibly frustrated with her clients lack of preparedness for this match as she paces outside of the ring with her hands on her hips. Stevens, in an act of arrogance, gives Mitchell’s manager a Texas salute with his bloodied knuckles, before pointing down to Mitchell and letting down an over the top belly laugh.
Joe Hoffman: Stevens better not get ahead of himself, Benny. But it looks like he may have found the way to beat Drew Mitchell.
Benny Newell: Yeah, it only took a cage and a bad game plan from Drew Mitchell.
Joe Hoffman: You’re never going to give this man any kind of credit are you, Ben….OHHHH!!!!
As Stevens continues to mock his opponent’s manager with a sinister grin, Mitchell takes advantage and upkicks Stevens right in the balls. The crowd gasps as the Hall of Famer reaches for his groin and doubles over and eventually falls down to his knees. Mitchell, a bloody mess, scrambles to get to his feet.
Joe Hoffman: Drew Mitchell looks like a man possessed here!
Benny Newell: Let’s go Mitch!
The crowd erupts into a frenzy as Mitchell, fueled by nothing more than adrenaline, wipes the blood from his eyes with the back of his hand and takes up position in the corner, waiting for Stevens to get back to his feet. And just as The Scorpion gets to his feet, Mitchell flattens him back down with a gracefully violent drop kick and lands flush along the jawline of Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: How quickly the tables have turned here, Benny!
Benny Newell: I told you he’d fuck it up Joe, get after it Mitch!
Stevens crashes down to the mat, his head bouncing violently off the canvas as the crowd bursts into a myriad of cheers. Stevens wearily climbs to his feet, and from his blindside he is caught with another perfectly executed dropkick and once again Stevens finds himself down in the center of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Drew Mitchell is putting a comeback together right now!
Again, Stevens climbs to his feet and this time he’s met with a couple of stiff right hands from Mitchell. Mitchell pushes Stevens back against the ropes and with an Irish Whip…
Joe Hoffman: OH! WHAT A REVERSAL BY STEVENS!
Stevens is able to reverse the Irish Whip and once again he sends Drew Mitchell face first into the cage, but this time he holds the rookie in place and grinds his face into the cage, opening the gaping cut over Mitchell’s eye even wider. Blood pours from Mitchells face and down the chain link as Sunny is forced to watch on from the outside of the ring.
Joe Hoffman: Sunny is right there, but she’s not hiding her frustration.
Benny Newell: She told him to be ready, Joe. And this is not what I would call ready.
After a few wild trashings of Mitchell’s head from side to side, Stevens lets loose of the back of his hair. Mitchell stumbles backward, away from the cage and turns right into the clutches of Scott Stevens.
Joe Hoffman: TOXIC STING! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Benny Newell: Goddamnit, Mitch.
Stevens nails Mitchell with a Toxic Sting in the middle of the ring and quickly makes the cover. Hortega slides in for the count, sliding through the pools of blood on the canvas.
1!
…
…
2!
…
…
3!
Joe Hoffman: He’s finally done it.
DING! DING! DING!
Brian McVay: Your winner in 10 minutes and 12 seconds. SCOTT! SSSSTTTTEEEEVVVVEEEENNNNSSSS!!!!!
Scott Stevens celebrates in the ring as “For Whom the Bell Tolls” by Metallica begins to play throughout the arena.
We once again cut up to the XPRO suite and the wrestlers are clearly disappointed with the outcome.
Several can be seen waving their hands at Stevens who can be seen pointing up at the XPRO wrestlers as he smiles ear to ear.
We suddenly cut away….