Chaos 027

We get a quick overhead shot of the fans in attendance before cutting over to your Hall of Fame announce crew….Joe Hoffman and Benny Newell.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome everyone to another episode of CHAOS!! I am Joe Hoffman and and always the man sitting next to me is none other than Benny Newell…..and Benny what a night we got lined up for all these fans tonight.

Benny Newell: ALL? Quick math tells me we only sold about 85.71% of the house tonight…….which tells me that Lee is NEVER going to book this shitty arena again. We cant even sell out in Tulsa Fucking Oklahoma??!!!

Joe Hoffman: I will not challenge your match, but lets be honest, unlike most other companies out there….we do not inflate the numbers. It is what it is. If we have 16,000+ fans here tonight……I count that as a win. Not ever show is going to a sell out Benny.

Benny Newell: Especially when you put Darin Zion in the Main Event.

Joe Hoffman: Different strokes for different folks. I bet you some people are literally ONLY going to stick with us to see if Darin Zion can end the long reign of Jace Parker Davidson as our LSD Champion.

Benny Newell: Please do not bring Zion’s family into this…..one is enough.

Before Joe can retort the arena goes dark. The discordant intro of Chesney Hawke’s The One and Only screeches into the blackness, growing louder and louder until—

“I am the one and only
Nobody I’d rather be!”

A spotlight shines on the stage, illuminating Raquel, who receives a huge pop!

Hey, wait…

“I am the one and only
You can’t take that away from me!”

Benny Newell:  (clears throat) Damn.

Joe Hoffman: Settle down, Benny…..time for the first of our two final War Games qualifying matches.

From behind the beautiful Latina steps Marvolo 3, eliciting a decidedly less enthusiastic reception.

Brian McVay:  This match is scheduled for one fall and is a War Games Qualifier match!

Ruffling his cape in response, #1 marches towards the ring with his index fingers held high.

Brian McVay: Introducing first! Accompanied to the ring by Raquel. From Molvania. He stands four-feet flat and weighs in at ninety-seven pounds. MMMMMMMMARRRRRRRRRRVOOOOOOOLLLLOOOOO!!!!!

Raquel climbs the ring stairs, then holds the ropes open for Marvolo. He steps inside and waits expectantly as she removes his cape for him.

“Dead Don’t Die” by Shinedown begins to play throughout the arena.

OOOOOOHHHHHH, You can try, you can try, but the dead don’t die.

Joe Hoffman: And here comes Scottywood!

There is a huge explosion of fire on the stage as the lights in the arena come back up as the song continues as smoke pours out and from the smoke we see one of HOW’s most iconic hairstyles ever. A set of red dreadlocks.

Brian McVay: And his opponent! He stands six-feet, five inches tall and weighs in at two-hundred-sixty-five pounds! He is a HOW Hall of Famer, the Hardcore Artists and he is back from the dead! This is….SSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCOOOOOTTTTTYYYYYYYWWWWWOOOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!

Scotty makes his way out into the stage with his New York Rangers jersey on and his barbed wire hockey stick in hand. Scotty makes his way down to the ring, with little reaction to the crowd as he rolls into the ring.

Scottwood walks down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.

Joe Hoffman: This should be a pretty good mat…

THIS MEANS WARRRRRRRRR!

“This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play throughout the arena and the crowd erupts in boos as the #1 MERCDAD makes his way out from behind the curtain, a big smile on his face as he soaks in the animosity from the crowd.

Joe Hoffman: What’s he doing out here!?

Benny Newell: He’s a War Games captain, Hofftits. He’s here to scout the winner of this match, isn’t it obvious?

Joe Hoffman: He’s always got something up his sleeve, Benny. And you know it.

Benny Newell: So what?! Solex is the number one wrestler in the world, a HOW Hall of Famer and a member of the Final Alliance! He can do whatever he wants, GOD willing!

Solex stands atop the entrance ramp, basking in the jeers from the live crowd as he puts his newly fitted and custom made Final Alliance letter jacket on full display.

Benny Newell: Look at that jacket, Hoffnips! It’s glorious!

Joe Hoffman: It’s clear that the Final Alliance spared no expense when they had those jackets made, that’s for sure.

As Solex makes his descent to the commentary booth, he flaunts his custom made jacket, making sure that every fan in attendance gets a good look at the glorious combination of its brooding black and crisp 97Red accents.

Joe Hoffman: Scottywood doesn’t seem to be happy to have Steve Solex out here tonight.

Benny Newell: Nothing he can do, Joe! Come over here, MERCDAD! I’ve got a headset all set up for ya!

Solex marches over to the commentary booth and takes a seat.

Joe Hoffman: Well, welcome to the booth, Steve.

Steve Solex: SHUT UP NERD!

Joe Hoffman: Exactly what I expected.

Senior Referee Matt Boetcher calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING! 

Marvolo and Scottywood immediately lock up in an elbow collar tie up in the center of the ring, the Hardcore Artist immediately pushing his opponent back into the corner. Boetcher begins a count of five as Scottywood presses back on Marvolo’s chin.

ONE!

…

TWO!

Joe Hoffman: Scottywood absolutely towers over Marvolo! The strength advantage clearly on the side of the Hardcore Artist.

Steve Solex: That’s provocative shit, Joe! Give me some more of that Emmy award winning commentary, you fuckin’ NERD!

Benny Newell: Yeah, NERD! Way to state the obvious, Hoffnuts. Bitcher needs to do his fuckin’ job and disqualify Scottywood right now.

Steve Solex: Ha, Bitcher. Never gets old Benny.

…

FOUR!

Scottywood releases the hold just before the count of five, and Boetcher walks him back a few steps.

Joe Hoffman: OH! Scottywood with an elbow to the side of Marvolo’s head!

Steve Solex: Cheapshot by the Hardcore NERD. Exactly what I would expect from the living dead.

Marvolo falls to a knee and Scottywood drags him by the mask into the center of the ring.

Joe Hoffman: SCOTTYBOMB!

Steve Solex: Scottybomb…what a name.

Joe Hoffman: Kinda like a Solexple…

Steve Solex: NEERRRRRRDDDD!!!!

Hoffman lets out a hearty sigh into his microphone as Benny is heard cackling.

Steve Solex: I had high hopes for the little guy, but if he loses to Scotty…I can’t help him.

Just as Solex finishes his sentence Marvolo stumbles right into an ICE KICK!

Steve Solex: Jesus Christ…

Marvolo crashes down to the ring and springs right back up and into Scottywood’s grasp as Raquel screams out in an attempt to warn the masked.

Joe Hoffman: GAME MISCONDUCT!!!!

Boetcher slides in to make the count.

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Brian McVay: Your winner and now a guaranteed participant in the War Games match, SSSSSSCCCCCCOOOOOOTTTTTTYYYYYWWWWWOOOOODDDDDD!!!!

Solex rips off his headset in frustration and chucks it to the side. Scottywood stands in the center of the ring with two fists in the air and a big smile on his face as “Dead Don’t Die” by Shindown plays over the PA system as we cut away.

Instead of cutting backstage the High Octane Vision screen lights up above the entrance ramp and we see a video that begins to play…

**EARLIER TONIGHT**

We see the backstage HOW banner hanging in place with two directors chairs occupied with two very familiar women; HOW interviewer Blaire Moise, and HOW Hall of Famer the Queen of Epicness, Bobbinette Carey. Bobbinette is wearing a pink summer dress, her hair pinned back with a black cardigan. Blaire sits across from her. Blaire has note cards in her hands.

Blaire Moise: Ladies and gentlemen, today I am joined by Hall of Famer, The Queen of Epicness, Bobbinette Carey. Thank you for joining me today.

Bobbinette smiles nodding her head.

Bobbinette: No, I appreciate it, thank you for having me.

Blaire Moise: Well, it is rare, you normally don’t do interviews. So, first I have to ask, what’s on your mind?

Bobbinette takes a deep breath then looks over at her.

Bobbinette: Hmmml… I know people would think I am going to Politic about War Games… but… no.

Bobbinette’s smile fades as her eyes water.

Bobbinette: Seeing my best friend… Scottywood. It was just…

Blaire Moise: Yes, the Hardcore Artist returned from hell. Dreads and all, looking younger than we last saw him.

Bobbinette motions a stagehand for a tissue as she dabs her eyes quickly sniffling.

Bobbinette: Imagine my surprise when I discovered he’s alive at the same time the rest of the world did.

She says sobbing. Blaire shows genuine concern for the breakdown.

Blaire Moise: Yeah, we can imagine your surprise because you seemed to be imitating, if not possessed by, him.

Bobbinette: 13 years of friendship and he didn’t even call! Like seriously, Loserwood?!

Blaire looks confused as Bobbinette throws the tissue to the ground. She pulls a silver metal hair pin from her hair, allowing it to free fall around her shoulders. She runs her fingers through her hair and smirks.

Bobbinette: Selfish as usual, you just couldn’t stay dead.

Blaire looks confused at what’s going on.

Blaire Moise: Bobbinette? He’s been one of your best friends for the longest time.

Nettie: Call me, Nettie. Please, let’s just get that out of the way. Not Carey, not Bob, it’s Nettie. Friends? There are no friends in wrestling. They”re acquaintances that you haven’t fucked over yet, plain and simple.

Blaire looks confused shuffling through her cards.

Blaire Moise: Um.. but what about Con-

Nettie looks down at her manicured nails.

Nettie: And I’m about over them not putting respect on my name.

Blaire Moise: Uh.. them?

Blaire asks, unsure of the answer. Suddenly, Nettie grabs her head and screams. She begins shaking before turns toward Blaire. She reaches out and grabs a hold of Blaire, desperately.

Bobbinette: Blaire! It’s me, it’s Bobbinette, Bobbinette Carey! She’s taken over and locked me away! I need you help, please! Get in contact with Conor or Scooter, anyone!

Blaire’s eyes widen at the sudden shift. She reaches out and tries to comfort Bobbinette but suddenly she begins shaking again. Once the convulsions stop, Nettie narrows her eyes at Blaire and then slaps her hands away.

Nettie: Excuse you, I did not give you permission to touch the merchandise. I suggest you remove yourself from my personal space before you end up on workers comp.

Blaire tries to explain herself but Nettie gives her a look that makes Blaire sink back into her seat. Nettie smirks and then runs her hand over her outfit to smooth it out.

Nettie: As I was saying, these weak ass beta males. They all fall in line, all of them clamoring for just an ounce of Christopher America’s sweat, or a sniff of Solexs jock strap, or whoever is hot at the moment. The truth of the matter is I’m in War Games now. Me! The Queen Bitch of HOW. Fuck the Epicness, that weak sauce. I’m the one who smiled, took the title, and shattered dreams of Shane Reynolds. Yes, I’ve got a spot this year and I don’t intend to waste it.

She laughs and smiles looking over at Blaire.

Nettie: You know Blaire, this is good. Female bonding… It gives me an idea. I got a call to make.

Nettie stands up and adjusts her dress, throwing her cardigan in the empty seat.

Blaire Moise: Umm thanks, Bo– Nettie?

Blaire looks confused as Nettie fixes her hair and her dress. She makes it more revealing and puts more cleavage on display. Nettie smirks towards the camera and then struts away from the interview as the footage fades out.

The show now cuts live to the backstage area to find Evan Ward sat halfway up a staircase. He sits there, ready for his match in full ring gear, with his elbow resting on his knees and hands clasped together in quiet contemplation.

Evan Ward: Not long now, Brian, not long at all. I hope you liked your free taster session last week, because tonight, Brian, you’re getting the full deal. The total, bloody deconstruction of the man known as Brian Hollywood.

Evan smiles, a calm, calculate, intimidating smile.

Evan Ward: I know we go way back, Brian, I know I spent a lot of time working with you, taking you under my wing to try to teach you the proper way to wrestle, the Ground Zero way. I know, Brian, back then I told you you had so much potential and could go so far in this business if only you wrestled to your potential instead of cheating and taking the easy way out. It’s been a long time, things have changed so much since then. I’ve changed. So, for everything I did and said back then, I’m sorry.

He opens his hands wide apologetically.

Evan Ward: I am so sorry for giving you false hope because, as I’m sure you’ve long come to terms with by now, Brian, you are an irredeemably awful wrestler. You’re just shit. I bet you were all excited about landing a spot on my Ward Games team to relive your glory days riding my coat tails but you couldn’t even beat Bobinette fucking Carey to qualify! I’m sorry for telling you that you just needed to work hard and try your best like a good little trooper. Let’s face it, Brian, no matter how hard you try you’re never going to be talked about in the same way as the Christopher Americas or Evan Wards of the industry. You’re just not capable of it. I mean, sure, you’re a two time World champ, congrats, but that was really a low point in the company wasn’t it?

Ward raises a concerned eyebrow.

Evan Ward: I mean look at your competition back then. Rivid? Zion? Seriously, dude, that competition was about as stiff as a soggy strand of spaghetti. Dude, you being World Champion was so bad, so boring, you killed the ratings so much it forced the federation to close for a few years. I’m so sorry for planting those delusions of grandeur in your head and making you really believe you were a legitimate World Champion instead of basically being no better than one of fucking irritating cosplayers who buy a toy belt at a merch stand and act like they could ever be a real wrestler.

Ward stands up and slowly walks down the stairs.

Evan Ward: You were part of the best… well, second best stable in wrestling history but did nothing with it, you never amounted to anything and will only ever be remembered as the guy who was so god damn awful the fed closed instead of putting up with you any longer. It was my mistake for believing in you so tonight, with Jerrydama by my side, I’ll right that wrong and make sure no one has to suffer the obnoxious boredom of watching you wrestle ever again. Tonight is the end of Brian Hollywood and the first of Ground Zero’s left behind to litter HOW’s halls which I’ll be cleaning up, I’m sure there’s one more of that trash listening in… Brian, you might not die, you might just about survive to live some semblance of life in a care home, feeding off a tube for the rest of your life, with some haggard old tart wiping up your shit for you as you sit there, cabbage unable to do anything yourself. You might survive but you’re going to wish you hadn’t.

Ward stops in front of the camera at the base of the stairs.

Evan Ward: Tonight, Brian, you and your partner, Chris Kostoff’s cumstain or a disappointing son, are an exhibition of what the Final Alliance’s Team Awesome will do to every single other competitor at Ward Games. A warm up for us and an end for the two of you. See you in the ring, guys…

Ward tips a cocky, self confident smile to the camera and walks off to find his tag team partner as we cut to commercial.

Back live we cut to ringside where the Hall of Famer duo is ready to call the next match up of the evening.

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen where Aceldama and Evan Ward take on the unlikely team of Brian Hollywood and Zach Kostoff.

Benny Newell: NERDS!

Joe Hoffman: That is NOT going to go away is it?

Benny Newell: It’s the FINAL ALLIANCE Hoffman taking on taking on a fallen NERD of a world champion and the son of the biggest NERD of them all in Kostoff. After Ace and Ward get down with them tonight, swirlies and getting pissed on will be the least of their worries.

“Stronger on your Own” by Disturbed blares over the PA and Brian 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 boos from the crowd as he gets in final mental preparation for his upcoming match.

Brian McVay: Introducing first, from the City of Angels…weighing in at 225 pounds…he is BRIAN! HOOOOOOLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYWOOOOOOOD!!!

As Hollywood opens up his eyes, pyro shoots off in opposite corners of the stage as it makes its way to center stage. As the pyro hits the center, the camera zooms in to see the reflection in Hollywood’s eyes as he finally makes his way down the ramp, quickly taking off his vest and throwing it down with intensity.

Joe Hoffman: Hollywood was viciously attacked last week by the World champion and Evan Ward…..

Benny Newell: Viciously attacked?!?!?!?!? What the fuck are you smoking Hoffman? Clearly Ward and America were trying to rid Hollywood of his NERDish impulses. I hear he’s trying to start a D and D cult here and we can’t have that.

Hollywood makes his final push as he charges the ring, rolling under the ropes. He gets back to his feet and looks about the entire arena glaring at the fans before he takes his place in the corner turnbuckle before turning his gaze intently in the ring as he waits for his partner to arrive.

The arena dims its lights. A lite blue light shines down on the stage as Jelly Roll “Son Of A Sinner” begins to play through the arena. When the lyrics, “I’m a long-haired son of sinner” echoes off the walls, Zach makes his onto the stage.

Brian McVay: And his partner, from Tampa, Florida…weighing in at 240 pounds…he is ZACH! KOSSSSSSSTTTTTTOFFFFFFFF!!!!

Zach slowly makes his way down to the stage as the crowd has a mix of cheers and boos.

Joe Hoffman: Zach Kostoff, son of the legendary, Chris Kostoff, is still trying to find his path in HOW and carve his own path.

Benny Newell: The only path he’ll carve is being buried six feet under next to his father.

Joe Hoffman: BENNY!

Benny Newell: What?

Zach climbs the stairs, grabs the top rope and leaps over the top.

The lights in the arena go dark as the HOV lights up and shows a small makeshift room in the basement of the Bok Center, and Aceldama sits at the end of a bed, taping up his hands with black tape as two security guards are watching his every move. A red light above the only door in the room begins to flash and two large knocks are heard from the door. There is the sound of large locks unlocking and the door slides open. Eight men come through the door, each holding tasers, stand four either side of the door.

Aceldama stands up and turns. The two security guards check Aceldama top to toe, even inside his mouth. He takes his hands behind his back and a guard handcuffs them, then proceed to put a black blindfold on his head. The guards stand side by side of Aceldama and direct him towards the door. The two guards put Aceldama forward then the door closes. It’s an elevator which begins to lift upwards.

Meanwhile scene cuts back to the Bok Center where we can see, from the entrance to the ring, armed guards either side. A hole opens up at the top of the entrance and Aceldama emerges.

Brian McVay: And their opponents, introducing first, from Berlin, Deutschland… weighing in at 275 pounds…he represents the FINAL ALLIANCE! he is… THE AGENT OF CHAOS…. ACEL-DAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Benny Newell: FUCK YES! OPERATION CHAOS IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!

No music accompanies him, no pyro, no visuals. His head downwards with the hood on. He walks down the rampway and is forced to stop by the ring steps, a guard removes the handcuffs, then the hood. Aceldama looks around him, then all of a sudden is tasered in the back and rolled into the ring. He rises immediately and begins to go into a rage, shaking the ropes.

Benny Newell: Someone’s getting fucked up tonight, Hoffman.

Joe Hoffman: You may be right.

Benny Newell: I’m always right Hoffman.

The lights fade out. Strobes hit the stage as “Collective Consciousness” builds up over the speakers. Evan Ward walks out onto stage and raises his hands, slowly turning around to let the booing crowd soak in his awesomeness. The HOV lights up with an effect laden video package of the most high impact and extreme moments from Evan‘s classic matches. As the lyrics hit, he strides down the ramp.

The unenlightened masses
They cannot make the judgment call
Give up free will forever
Their voices won’t be heard at all

Bryan McVay: And his partner, making his way to the ring, hailing from Hay-on-Wye, Wales, weighing in at 215lbs… He is a HOW Hall Of Famer, the self-proclaimed most awesome athlete to ever step into the ring, and the lead captain for Ward Games…..he is EVAN WAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRD!

Joe Hoffman: Ward Games?

Benny Newell: Yes Ward Games you fucking NERD! Did you NOT watch the previous segment before the commercial break? You’re worse than Conor Fuse I swear.

Display obedience
While never stepping out of line
And blindly swear allegiance
Let your country control your mind

As Evan walks around the ring, he welcomes the negative attention from the crowd and riles them up even further with his smug attitude. He hops onto the apron and faces the crowd, throwing a fist in the air.

Live in ignorance
And purchase your happiness
When blood and sweat is the real cost
Thinking ceases, the truth is lost
Don’t you worry
You’ll be told exactly what to do
I give my people the lives they need
The righteous will succeed

Evan slingshots himself over the top rope with a twisting flip, landing on his feet in time with the lyrics shouting “The righteous will succeed!” as he throws his arms up powerfully. He poses in the ring for a moment before taking to his corner while the music fades away as Hortega calls for the bell.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Joe Hoffman: And here we go…….

Kostoff stays in the ring for his team as does Aceldama.

Joe Hoffman: Looks like we have our starters……what’s this?

Evan Ward spins the big man around and Ace looks at the arm Ward touched and then back to his tag partner.

Evan Ward: OYE! OYE! OYE! I TOLD YOU IN THE BACK I’M STARTING THIS MATCH!

Ace just smirks and turns his body back to Kostoff before Ward spins him again.

Joe Hoffman: We could have an implosion right here.

Benny Newell: Fuck off Hoffman…….(whispers) Please Lee, don’t let this happen.

Evan Ward: OYE! OYE! OYE! ARE YOU THE FUCKING CAPTAIN OF WARD GAMES?

Ace seems more annoyed that he’s listening to Ward than beating up people.

Evan Ward: THAT’S WHAT I THOUGHT! NOW GET YOUR JAILBIRD ASS ON THAT APRON!

Ace sighs as he steps through the ropes and gets to his corner as Kostoff and Ward begin to circle one another and Ward does quick somersault to close the gap between the two and the young Kostoff backs up.

Joe Hoffman: Kostoff showing some experience by moving far from Ward who uses his speed and agility to distract you before he attacks.

Benny Newell: It’s flippy shit Hoffman and when flippy shit is Final Alliance flippy shit is greatness.

The two continue to circle one another until the younger Kostoff yells for Ward to lock up and the Hall of Famer obliges by going under Kostoff and taking him down with a double leg. Ward then turns into a helicopter as he spins around the back on the young Kostoff before smacking the back of his head.

Joe Hoffman: The arrogance of Evan Ward.

Benny Newell: Confidence Hoffman. Ward is oozing with it.

Zach pops off of the ground and rushes towards Ward, but the Hall of Famer ducks between the ropes and Hortega has to pull him back.

Evan Ward: GET THAT NERD BACK REF! GET HIM BACK!!!

Zach slowly backs up allowing Ward to come back in before he tries to strike again but thinks better of it when he sees the Agent of Chaos staring his way and backs away.

Benny Newell: That Nerd is smarter than his old man.

Ward immediately lays across the ropes and feigns like he is masturbating before throwing his load at Kostoff.

Joe Hoffman: Ever since Ward has come back; he has turned into a bunghole. Pardon my language.

Benny Newell: Yes, pardon your fucking language.

Ward jumps off of the ropes and makes a beeline towards Kostoff and delivers a kick to Zach’s meaty thighs.

Joe Hoffman: Stiff kick by Ward.

Ward follows it up with another on the opposite side. And continues the attack this time adding in punches and Kostoff is desperately trying to cover up.

Benny Newell: FUCK HIM UP WARD! FUCK HIM UP!

Ward hits a quick spin kick to the stomach of Zach dropping him to a knee allowing Ward to hit the ropes and somersault forward and drilling Zach in the face with a handspring dropkick.

Joe Hoffman: Ward is not taking the young Kostoff as a serious threat.

Benny Newell: And he shouldn’t. I heard Zach tried popping his cherry with a sex doll and the doll turned him down. What a NERD!

Evan Ward: That’s what’s in store if you qualify for Ward Games!

Evan screams aloud bringing boos from the crowd before looking at the camera.

Evan Ward: You hear me??? Scott Stevens?

Ward smirks into the camera before making

Joe Hoffman: Uh oh.

Benny Newell: What?

Joe Hoffman: That may be a bad idea to get Stevens’ attention.

Benny Newell: And what is he going to do Hoffman? Get beat up again?

Ward makes his way over to Kostoff and reaches down to pick him up but Zach drills him with a right hand.

Joe Hoffman: Ward is rocked!

Zach gets to his feet and lands a left jab to Ward.

And another.

And another.

And another.

Benny Newell: DQ! That’s a closed fist!

Zach backs up Ward towards the ropes with his flurry of punches and once against the ropes he grabs him and whips him across the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Kostoff looking for that big lariat of his.

Kostoff winds up and looks to take Ward’s head off, but the Hall of Famer ducks underneath and builds up speed as he springs forward and his back hits the ropes and as he ricochets off he jumps backwards.

Joe Hoffman: Springboard cutter!

Evan Ward: Hey Benny!

Ward yells towards Benny.

Evan Ward: Better cutter than that bitch Stevens!

Benny Newell: FUCK YEAH!

Benny shouts as he throws up a fist in support as Ward goes for a cover.

Uno.

Dos.

Tr….

NO!

Joe Hoffman: Ward pulled Kostoff off of the mat!

Ward slaps Kostoff across the face.

Benny Newell: Told you someone is getting fucked up tonight.

Ward begins to boasts towards the audience and the fans let him hear it.

Benny Newell: The fuck is wrong with these Oklahoma trash? You don’t boo Hall of Famers!

Ward reaches down to pick up Kostoff, but an up-kick causes Evan to stumble backwards. Ward checks his mouth to make sure it’s not bleeding and makes his way back towards Kostoff who launches himself as a battering ram into the solar plexus of Ward causing the third-generation star to fall to a knee.

Joe Hoffman: Is this the opening Kostoff needs to capitalize in the match?

As Zach moves towards Ward, the Hall of Famer jumps up and sends the younger Kostoff stumbling backwards with a high knee.

Benny Newell: Nope.

Hortega slaps his hands together. Zach hits the ropes and the little behemoth uses the velocity to spring forward and double over Ward with a clothesline to the gut. Hollywood springboards himself into the ring and shoulder tackles Ward to the canvas. Hollywood and Kostoff both grab Ward and deliver a double DDT.

Joe Hoffman: Double DDT by Hollywood and Kostoff planting Evan Ward.

Benny Newell: DDTs should be illegal Hoffman.

Cover.

Uno.

Dos.

No!

Ward with a kick out.

Benny Newell: Thank Lee he kicked out.

Ward immediately rushes back to his corner and tags in Aceldama.

Joe Hoffman: This could be the game changer here.

Benny Newell: The walking nuclear weapon is about to enter the ring.

Evan Ward: OYE! OYE! OYE! GET YOUR ASS INTO THE RING AND DO SOMETHING! YOUR CAPTAIN COMMANDS!

Ace stoically stares at Ward before coming into the ring and he is immediately attacked by Hollywood. Ace pushes Hollywood off of him but Hollywood rolls back up to his feet and drops Ace with a low dropkick before hitting the ropes and a swinging neckbreaker.

Cover.

One.

Two.

No.

Ward breaks up the pin.

Benny Newell: That’s how a real team works together Hoffman.

Hollywood tags in Kostoff and the two suplex Ace towards their corner. They place Aceldama in their corner and Kostoff begins to stomp a mudhole into the Agent of Chaos. Kostoff goes to the opposite corner and hits a running boot that sends Ace’s teeth into the front five rows.

Joe Hoffman: What a thundering kick.

Kostoff pulls Aceldama away from the corner and tags in Hollywood who looks for a slingshot splash, but Ace gets the knees up.

Benny Newell: FUCK YOU HOLLYWOOD!

Ace begins to collect himself and makes his way back to his corner.

Joe Hoffman: Ace looks hurt and needs to tag out.

Evan Ward is basically dancing on the apron begging to get in.

Benny Newell: It’ll be over in just a few seconds.

Ace goes to tag Ward when he suddenly falls from the mat.

Benny Newell: What the fuck?!?!?!?!?

As soon as Evan looks up he is blasted in the face by a steel chair by the man who pulled him off of the apron, Scott Stevens.

Joe Hoffman: STEVENS JUST BLASTED EVAN WARD WITH THAT CHAIR!

Benny Newell: WHERE THE FUCK IS THE EPU?!?!?!?!?

Stevens stares at Ward with hate filled eyes before looking up at the menacing Aceldama and cracking a smirk before saluting him and hopping the barricade and slithering away into the crowd.

Joe Hoffman: Stevens has been warning that the Final Alliance are marked.

Benny Newell: Fuck that pussy! Having to sneak attack like a coward!

As soon as Aceldama turns around, he gets blasted in the face by a running single legged dropkick.

Joe Hoffman: EXECUTIVE DECREE!

Hollywood goes for a cover.

Uno.

Dos.

Benny Newell: Kick out! Kick out!

Tres.

Benny Newell: LEE DAMMIT!

Benny hits the table in anger as Hortega signals for the bell.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Bryan McVay: And your winners by pinfall, BRIAN! HOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLYYYYYWWWWWOOOOOOOOOODDDD!!! AND! ZACH! KOOOOOOSSSSSSSSTTTTTOOOOOOOFFFFFFF!!!

Joe Hoffman: Big win here tonight for Hollywood and Kostoff…..

Benny Newell: Don’t give me that shit Hoffman! They had the match won and that little bitch Scott Stevens cost the Final Alliance a victory.

Kostoff and Hollywood have their hand raised as Ward and Aceldama are still down.

Joe Hoffman: That may be the case……we are getting word there is some commotion backstage….

A camera man is shown running and when he approaches the scene, we see Scott Stevens fighting off EPU agents. Stevens is showing he could’ve been a baseball player in another lifetime as he’s laying the small amount of EPU agents that arrived. With one final swing, he knocks down the last EPU agent….

Voice: SCOTT! SCOTT! SCOTT!

Stevens hears his name and goes to swing the chair, but stops when he sees its Blair.

Scott Stevens: Yes Blaire?

Stevens asks as the Texan is breathing heavily and looking around.

Blaire Moise: What are you doing?

Scott Stevens: What does it look like Blaire!

Stevens shouts as he points to his chaos.

Scott Stevens: I told everyone the Final Alliance were marked men, but they wanted to brush it off as a joke.

Stevens catches his breath.

Scott Stevens: Ace, how’d that victory feel tonight? How we looking Ward you piece of shit? Awesome I’m sure.

Stevens cracks a smirk.

Scott Stevens: Now if you will excuse me Blaire I have to get ready for a steel cage match and qualify for War Games. By the way, if you see any lingering EPU agents tell them I went that way.

Stevens points in the opposite direction.

Blaire Moise: Ok.

Scott Stevens: Thanks.

Stevens begins to leave, but stops.

Scott Stevens: One more thing, Christopher America.

The Bok Center erupts into thunderous boos at the mere mention of America’s name.

Scott Stevens: I don’t want to put out dirty laundry Blaire, but as a happily married man myself I figured it was my job as a fellow husband and man to tell America when his wife is cheating on him.

Blaire Moise: What?

Scott Stevens: That’s right Blaire, 97 Red was giving me the googly eyes when we bumped into each other earlier today.

Stevens looks almost heartbroken.

Scott Stevens: I know I have the waist that is built for championships, but I’m no homewrecker. No sir. I just hope those two kids can work it out.

Stevens tells Blaire before winking at the camera and taking off as we head to commercial and before more EPU agents arrive.

Back live and we once again cut to the hardest working woman in the business, Blaire Moise, who is now standing next to HOW Hall of Famer and co-holder of HOTv Tag Team Championships, Jatt Starr. The Scourge of Starrpathia is sporting his official Final Alliance Letterman’s Jacket, black and red checkered pants, a black dress shirt with an equally black tie. The HOTv Tag Team Championship rests comfortably around his waist.

Blaire Moise: First off Jatt…any thoughts about what Scott Stevens just did…and secondly Jatt Starr, you and Dan Ryan went into enemy territory, the Missouri Valley Wrestling and won the HOTv Tag Team Champ—-

Jatt Starr: Silence! I will not even acknowledge what Stevens just did….but I will acknowledge that The Ruler of Jattlantis thinks you meant “The HOTv Co-World Championships”. Which means that we are the Co-World Champions of MVW, PRIME, SHOOT, the other one no one cares about, and right here in the HOW. I would invite you to touch it but the only lady allowed to undo this belt is my scorchingly hot wife, Natalie.

The Marquis of MadagaStarr looks towards the camera.

Jatt Starr: Hey Natty-Baby. Love you, dollface.

The Baron of Boca Jatton air kisses the camera as if he were Cancer Jiles on ecstasy before returning his attention to Blaire Moise.

Jatt Starr: Sorry Blaire Baby, the Starrlite Sexpress closed for everyone except Natalie.

Blaire Moise: Uh huh. And there is a rumor that you married Conor Fuse’s recently divorced mother, is there any truth to that?

Jatt Starr: Absolutely!

Blaire Moise: So, you are Conor Fuse’s—-

Jatt Starr: Father! And not a second too soon! That young man has not had a positive male influence in his life. Under my guidance, he will no longer be relegated to the Nerd Herd, which, let’s be honest here, the term “nerd”…..Using “nerd” to describe the likes of Bobbinette Carey, Scott Stevens, Joe Bergman, and the rest, is that not insinuating they are smart? Nerds are supposedly intelligent, are they not?

Blaire Moise: They are—-

Jatt Starr: Case in point, Clay Byrd, Scott Stevens, and Bobbinette Carey could share a brain and still struggle with their ABC’s. Personally, the Jattlantic City Idol feels that “nerd” is falsely attributing intelligence where there is none. Perhaps “Dweeb” is more appropriate. “Dweebinette Carey” just rolls off the tongue does it not? Speaking of the bimbo, rest assured, I will do my damndest to keep Conor Fuse away from that twisted wretch. She will warp that impressionable young man’s no more!

Blaire Moise: How has Conor Fuse reacted to the news of you and his mother’s marriage?

Jatt Starr: We have not specifically told him but it is not as if we hang out in the same circles and he is not like he calls his mother on a regular basis. Clearly, Dweebinette Carey is putting a wedge between Conor and his insanely hot mother.

Blaire Moise: So, he has no idea?

Jatt Starr: How the flip should the Hero of Jattlanta know? Like I said, we have not spoken.

Blaire Moise: Let’s talk about Dan Ryan….

Jatt Starr: Oh, Dan Ryan already knows. After all, he is my best friend, my homeboy, my BFFL, my good time pal, my Co-World Champion!

Blaire Moise: Tonight, Dan Ryan takes on Charles de Lacy—-

Jatt Starr: Who?

Blaire Moise: Charles—-

Jatt Starr: I do not give a rat’s rectum. He is just another new signing that will get bounced as quickly as he showed up and go back from whence he came, drunk on cheap whiskey, telling stories about how he could not hack it in the big time, the HOW. How he squandered his opportunity. He will shock his fellow barflies that he was even beneath Brian Hollywood, who we all know is a corn and blood infused steaming pile of shit. Yes, shit. There is no nice way to put that. Brian Hollywood is a steaming pile of shit. Which would mean that Charles de-Whatever is lower than a steaming pile of shit. What would that be? What would be lower or more vile than a steaming pile of shit. Before, I thought it would be Dweebinette Carey, but the Sultan of SeaJattle stands corrected, it is, in fact, Charles de-Whatever. Now, I could continue on and ramble on and on about how Dan Ryan is superior to Charlie Brown, talk about how fantastically awesome I am, use facts and statistics to prove my point, and basically bore everyone except myself with the sound of my own voice but I realize I am, in fact, NOT Jace Parker Davidson. You lost an eye, boo-freaking-hoo, buy a badass glass eye, pop it in, and get the hell over it. Sorry, since the Rembrandt of Wrestling does not feel the need to deliver Shakespearean monologues of poppycock….I leave you with this….Dan Ryan and the Jattinum Standard are the BEST Team in the PWA. Not just HOW….in PWA. Anyone has any doubts, watch the destruction of Charles tonight.

The HOW Hall of Famer taps and then caresses the gold around his waist before walking off leaving Blaire Moise to turn o the camera as the scene ends.

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…

The camera cuts backstage and shows Brian Bare standing in the interview area with Christopher America. The HOW World Champion is wearing his traditional American ring gear. He has the Final Alliance letter jacket over his shirt. The HOW World Championship rests comfortably around his waist.

Brian Bare: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is HOW World Champion, Christopher America.

The audience boos loudly as America smirks at the reaction.

Brian Bare: Chris, two weeks ago, you and Evan Ward teamed up to take on Jace Parker Davidson and Darin Zion in a tag team mach. The Final Alliance, and in particular, Lee Best, have made it no secret that they do not want Jace Parker Davidson as a member of the group. And now, tonight, the LSD Champion finds himself facing off against the number one contender tonight. Your thoughts?

Christopher America: First off…..can we just acknowledge that hopefully every person in the back learned a valuable lesson from what they just saw happen to Scott Stevens? He is DAMN lucky I was not out there….IF he ever talks about HER again…….

America pauses as he calms himself down by rubbing the World Championship….

Christopher America: NOW….regarding your question…..Tonight, Jace Parker Davidson will go one on one with Darin Zion. Hanging in the balance is the HOW LSD Championship. And while she is pretty, she’s not the stone cold fox that the HOW World Championship is. I mean, look at her Brian.

America unfastens the championship with care. He then holds the World Championship up and spins her around slowly. Brian looks up and down at the championship before America catches his eye and scowls. America quickly pulls the championship close to him and hides part of her strap underneath his suit jacket.

Christopher America: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!

Brian Bare: Y-you told us to look at her.

Christopher America: Yeah, use the eyes in your head and not the one eye down below! She’d never get with a NERD like you!

America scoffs and side-eyes Bare as he continues.

Christopher America: As I was saying, Jace Parker Davidson, tonight, you will face REAL LOVE Darin Zion in a match for the LSD Championship. I know what’s racing through that head of yours, Jace. You’re thinking about how this is just a bump in the road. You’re strategizing how you can swiftly beat the shit out of Zion to minimize any further injuries to your body and your ego.

You’re worried that Zion distracts you from focusing on how you can make it through the War Games cage, hopefully, with your LSD Championship reign still intact.

America’s face drops and a scowl grows.

Christopher America: You’re thinking about how you can add my gorgeous HOW World Championship to your current one.

Well, you can’t have her.

FUCKING WOMANIZER!

She’s not coming with you! She doesn’t want you!

She’s wants me! She wants a real man. She wants the man that has held her for nearly an entire year.

WE’RE IN A COMMITTED FUCKING RELATIONSHIP!

Bare just stares with a look that’s a mix of horror and bewilderment, but he powers through.

Brian Bare: Speaking… of War Games… at the event, it’s expected that you will defend the HOW World Championship inside that structure. Should you enter as champion, you will have a tall task in front of you. Not since Aceldama has someone retained the HOW World Championship inside of War Games. And not since yourself has someone won War Games back-to-back.

Christopher America: People think that now that I have the record that my work in HOW is done. That there’s no more mountains to climb. And it’s that mentality that costs them championship opportunities. It’s that mentality that proves day in and day out that they don’t deserve her. And it’s that mentality that separates men like me from NERDS like them.

I’ve won 3 War Games matches. THREE OF THEM! And you’d think that stepping into that match again would be like slipping on an old glove, but it’s not. Every structure is different. Every venue is different. The competitors are different. Hell, I’M different… each and every time the match comes around.

I got told that the odds of winning War Games were slim. There are men and women, who have paved the road that I walk on now, who have never won War Games. There are Hall of Famers, icons, and legends who have NEVER won War Games.

And I became one of the lucky few.

I got told that the odds of winning War Games back to back on your own were even slimmer. NO one had ever done it. And what happened?

I BECAME THE FIRST.

And then I got told that the odds of winning a third were next to impossible. Why? You’re too old, Chris. You have too much ring rust. You can’t move as quickly as the crop of new talent they’ve got. Your glory days are behind you.

And with Tyler Best, I did it again.

And now you, Brian Bare, a man who has never stepped inside of War Games, is telling me that the odds of winning a fourth… the odds of winning a second back-to-back War Games… the odds of retaining the HOW World Championship inside of that GOD forsaken structure… are EVEN SLIMMER?

Heh.

If anything, the slimmer the odds, the better my chances.

So bring them all on.

Bring the Hall of Famers, icons, and legends that want one more shot at glory. Bring the newbies looking to carve out their little piece of history. Raise the dead and reanimate the corpses of careers long buried. Bring out your saviors. Bring out your second, third, and fourth generation wrestlers. Bring out those who have never wrestled.

From lonesome losers to hardcore artists, from kings of stallions to queens of epicness, from miracle men to ordinary men, bring them all out.

And watch them fall one by one…

To the Final Alliance

To Lee Best.

To me.

STILL… YOUR HOW WORLD CHAMPION.

COAST TO COAST.

WAR GAMES TO WAR GAMES.

THE LONGEST REIGNING HOW WORLD CHAMPION IN HISTORY!

With that the interview comes to an end and we head to a commercial break….

Coming back from commercial break, we see HOW Hall of Fame interviewer Blaire Moise standing backstage with a microphone in hand. The cameraman gives Blaire the signal that they are live as she begins speaking.

Blaire Moise: Welcome back to Chaos 027 here in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Joining me here is the man that will be defending the LSD Championship belt later tonight in the main event. Give a warm welcome to Jace Parker Davidson.

The camera view pans out as Jace walks into camera range. He has his eyepatch over his right eye. He’s got his wrestling gear on along with the HOW LSD Championship belt over his shoulder. The HOW ICON Championship belt is proudly displayed around his waist.

Blaire Moise: Thank you for joining me and let’s jump right into it. On Chaos 026 you had to team with your opponent tonight, Darin Zion. You took on the returning HOW Hall of Famer Evan Ward and the current HOW World Champion Christopher America.

Davidson: Wasn’t the most ideal situation but yes.

Blaire Moise: Your team ended up taking the loss that night. Did wrestling with Zion as your tag team partner teach you anything that you can apply to the match here tonight?

Davidson: Teach me anything? No, it did, however, enforce what I already knew and that’s the fact that against top competition doesn’t measure up. Darin will talk and talk and talk about how he’s the #2 ranked wrestler here in HOW. But what does that mean really?

Jace pauses and looks at Blaire who shrugs her shoulders.

Davidson: Was there ever an award for being #2 in the standings? I don’t think so, it’s a shame that Zion’s biggest accomplishment here in 2023 is being second-best to someone else. Darin had a lot of matches so far this year and yet he couldn’t win the LSD tournament. He couldn’t overcome Christopher America on the last Chaos show. And he doesn’t have a Championship belt to his name. If that isn’t a hollow achievement then I don’t know what is.

Blaire Moise: Those are all good points but Zion has the chance tonight to win the LSD Championship belt from you.

Davidson: A chance he earned by beating Xander Azula. Again not exactly the flex that Zion thinks it is. As of today, I’ve held this LSD Championship belt for 252 days. I was already the man with the most days as LSD Champion before his reign even happened. And yet lowly Darin Zion thinks he’s going to be the guy? He’s going to be the one out of everyone else that has tried, to take this LSD Championship belt away with him. Why? Because the Rubik cubed the letters LSD into Love Still Dominates?

Jace scoffs and adjusts the LSD Championship belt on his shoulder.

Davidson: Is that what anyone out there wants to see? Is that what you want Blaire? To sit back and watch Darin Zion turn this title into the Love Still Dominates belt?

Blaire shakes her head.

Davidson: Exactly, Darin Zion is a cartoon character, not a wrestler. He’s a sentient walking gimmick and a shitty one at that. But Zion thinks he’s got a shot. He thinks this is his destiny. I’m wearing this ICON Championship belt around my waist because this belt is the ONLY belt that Darin Zion has been able to beat me for in his career. 2016 after I walked out of War Games as the ICON Champion. After I had already left HOW and signed a contract with 4CW. I was put into a match against Zion for this belt and I basically let him beat me. I had no desire to stay on a roster that only had Scott Stevens, Zion, Hollywood, Ray McAvay, and Scottywood when I had a whole other roster full of actual talent to conquer. 2016 was 7 years ago, Blaire.

Blaire Moise: Zion did call you a quitter.

Davidson: Yeah, that’s hilarious coming from the guy actively on the PRIME roster. What did I quit exactly? I didn’t quit being LSD Champion because again, 252 days. I didn’t quit being ICON Champion since I am the FOREVER ICON Champion. What does he mean I quit HOW to go to 4CW? That same place that he and Stevens and just about everyone else that was left after HOW ended up following me to? Yeah, if that makes me a quitter then so be it. But if I’m a quitter, what does that make Darin? If he can’t even beat a quitter then what claim does he have to any Championship belt in any promotion?

Blaire goes to answer but she’s rudely interrupted by someone else walking into camera range.

Abdullah Choi: Let me answer that for you, Toots. None, nada, a big fat zero.

Choi stands beside Davidson with STRONKETTE alongside him. Choi is beaming like a schoolgirl as he looks at the LSD Champion.

Abdullah Choi: You… are a hard man to get in touch with. I’ve called and left voicemails but it’s okay. I get it. You’re the Champ. You got places to go and people to beat. And you brought out the ICON Championship belt. Nice touch, always be shoving your accomplishments in people’s faces. I’m forever–

Choi is interrupted by Jace reaching out and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. Jace lifts Choi off of the ground and growls in his face.

Davidson: What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!

Abdullah Choi: I’m your manager. Your business partner, and most importantly, your friend. I’m the Manager of Champions, Baby. And there is no better Champion in the business today than you. I’m coming out there with you when you face Zion and whoever else he brings with him.

Davidson: That is NOT happening. Do you think I’m stupid? I don’t trust you. You really didn’t think I would find out? After Lee Best stabbed me in the eye, you immediately went and crawled back to Godson. You did whatever the fuck you did to him and now he’s coming after me. That I didn’t notice you were ready to bolt when you thought I wasn’t going to wrestle again.

Abdullah Choi: …That’s not the case.

Davidson: Shut up! I am not letting you anywhere near me or my LSD Championship belt. You backstabbing piece of shit. Because of you, MY company is in jeopardy and MY best friend is now my enemy.

Jace turns his head and looks at STRONKETTE.

Davidson: I don’t trust you either. But if you want to start to earn my trust back, you’ll take this motherfucker and kick him and yourself out of the building and stay far away from my match here tonight.

Jace shoves Choi towards STRONKETTE who let him hit the floor. She stares at Jace stone-faced before grabbing a hold of Choi by the collar. She turns around and drags Choi out of the building as ordered. Jace turns around as Blaire speaks up.

Blaire Moise: Speaking of STRonk Godson–

Jace interrupts Blaire.

Davidson: I’m not talking about Godson. He’s not my opponent, Darin Zion is. I have a match to prepare for tonight, the interview is over.

Jace walks off out of camera range as Blaire looks toward the camera.

Blaire Moise: Let’s send it back to Joe and Benny at ringside for our HOTv Championship  match.

Blaire lowers her microphone and heads off as the camera shifts back to the ringside area.

We pivot to Joe and Benny as it is time for our next match of the evening…

Joe Hoffman: Welcome back everyone and it is time for our HOTv Championship match. Nobody new comes to mind other than Charles de Lacy who’s made a significant impression in a short period of time.

Benny Newell: Anyone who pummels a Kostoff is good in my books. I like this kid.

Joe Hoffman: He’s a vet, Benny.

Benny Newell: Kid in HOW.

Joe Hoffman: You can use whatever terminology you want, you will anyway.

The scene switches to Bryan McVay in the center of the ring.

Bryan McVay: This match is for the HOTv Championship! Introducing first, the challenger… from York, England… weighing two-hundred-forty pounds… CHARLES DE LACY!

The regal tones of “Ballad of the Virgin Soldiers” pipe through the HOW PA system, signaling the arrival of “Dandy” Charles de Lacy. Sauntering down the aisle, a look of utter contempt etched on his face, de Lacy glares at the fans who dare to reach towards the expensive silk robe draped over his shoulders.

Joe Hoffman: As I was saying at the start, de Lacy has made a major impression over the last month and is now receiving a title shot.

Benny Newell: Well that’s what winning will do to you AND winning when knocking off Kostoff blood. That puts de Lacy in Lee’s good books, even if he’s facing Dan Ryan…..Dan Ryan who just so happens to be a DOUBLE CHAMPION!!!

Wiping his feet on the apron, de Lacy steps through the middle rope before turning slowly in the center of the ring and surveying his surroundings. The referee helps de Lacy remove his robe, handing it to the time-keeper on the outside of the ring, while de Lacy limbers up on the inside with a series of stretches as his theme song comes to a close.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent… from Houston, Texas… weighing two-hundred-ninety-five pounds… he is the HOTv Champion… DAN RYAN!

The camera pans over the arena. There’s a buzz in the air as the High Octane faithful wait. Slowly, the lights in the arena start to dim, almost to black, but not quite.

A lightning effect flashes in the arena, followed by a thundering sound, and music begins to play.

“Daddy’s Home” by JT Music.

The strobe lightning effect continues and as the opening lines of the first verse start to play, a large figure steps out onto the stage. His appearance is met with another thundering sound, this time the sound of boos from all over the building. Dan Ryan stands center stage, soaking it in. He’s been booed most of his career, this time, for a unique reason. But he soaks it all in, then starts to walk down the ramp.

Joe Hoffman: Reclaiming his legacy. We all know about Dan Ryan’s past, in many different contexts, but he’s refusing to let that define him….he clearly has found a home in The Final Alliance and that group is like a well oiled machine….barring a Stevens interference.

Benny Newell: Yeah, well you fuck with the Alliance and you gotta pay. What happened earlier with Stevens was just a way for Ryan to get warmed up. I do NOT envy Mr. Lacy tonight.

The cameras cut as Ryan methodically arrives at ringside. He cracks his neck and walks up the steel steps, entering the ring. The looming Texan easily unclicks the title belt from around his waist and hands it over to referee Joel Hortega. Hortega holds the strap for all to see, then hands it to the time keeper and calls for the bell.

DING DING

de Lacy isn’t intimidated by Ryan’s size, he’s likely seen a man of this stature before. He strolls to the center of the ring and meets Dan Ryan there. Dandy nods, leans back and then emerges with a hard forearm to the center of Ryan’s chest. The blow staggers the Murder Daddy, if not for a split second, before Ryan delivers a forearm blow of his own.

The 6’2” Brit fumbles back a foot but he clearly absorbs the blow as best as he can, roaring forward and hammering another forearm into Dan Ryan’s chest.

Joe Hoffman: I’m not sure this is a game Dandy wants to play…

Benny Newell: Play? C’mon, as you mentioned, de Lacy is wrestling with high confidence right now. He’s qualified for WarGames.

Ryan attempts a return strike and cracks his right forearm across de Lacy’s chest. This time, Charles is worked back a couple of feet, as opposed to only one step. But the Englishman is crafty… it just means he has a greater running start for forearm smash number three.

Wham!

Straight into Dan Ryan’s chest.

And yet the champion doesn’t budge. He’s hurting, sure. But he doesn’t move.

Ryan returns the favour with his third striking attempt.

WHAM!

This time, Charles de Lacy falls three steps back… but he uses the momentum and takes another additional few feet into the ropes, then lunges forward with a clothesline, popping Dan Ryan under the jaw!

It stuns the champion.

Charles hits the ropes again.

Another clothesline!

Ryan finally stumbles backwards!

The crowd is surprised, as de Lacy tries for a scoop slam and hits it perfectly, placing Ryan in the center of the ring. de Lacy drops an elbow to Dan’s jaw!

Joe Hoffman: Sheer strength by de Lacy to get Ryan off his feet like that.

de Lacy is up and off the ropes again, this time with a measured knee drop to Ryan’s face. Charles knows he’s going to have to lay it on thick so he shoots to his feet and performs a standing, high angle leg drop, followed by an elbow drop, followed by another elbow drop, followed by a leg drop.

He hooks a leg…

UNO.

DO-KICKOUT!

Joe Hoffman: I highly doubt Charles de Lacy thought he’d get a victory with that pin but it’s a message. He’s going to wind Dan Ryan as quickly as possible.

de Lacy positions himself behind Dan Ryan and hooks in a sleeper hold.

Joe Hoffman: You have to think a lot of de Lacy’s technical moves might be out the window because Ryan is a beast of a man-

Benny Newell: Wrong. Did you not see de Lacy slam Ryan to the mat? He can do this.

The HOTv Champion, however, is trying to fight his way out of the sleeper hold. He gets onto a knee… then a leg… but de Lacy tries to tighten the hold as Ryan does. Finally, Dan is upright. He reaches behind him, in the hopes to rip Dandy from his back but the Murder Daddy can’t get him-

SLAM!

Joe Hoffman: Instead of being able to remove de Lacy, Dan Ryan did the next best thing, he crushes Dandy in-between himself and the mat. The hold is broken!

de Lacy lays on the mat, the wind completely knocked out of him as Dan Ryan goes on offense. The champion peels the challenger off the canvas and hurls him into a corner, before racing in with a full blown corner clothesline. de Lacy stumbles out of the buckle and Dan Ryan easily reels him in for a snap suplex, followed by a shoulder block, followed by a big running boot to the face!

Joe Hoffman: Charles refuses to stay down but each time he refuses, Dan Ryan puts him back on the mat in a hurry!

The champion tries for a gutwrench powerbomb but once Dandy’s up, de Lacy elbows Ryan in the side of the head and might have caught him in the right eye, too. Ryan drops de Lacy without hitting the powerbomb and the challenger leaps in the air, catching his right knee under Ryan’s jaw, a spot that’s been targeted a few times now.

Ryan doubles over and de Lacy connects with an evenflow DDT!

Charles rolls Dan onto his back, hooks a leg and-

UNO.

DOS.

KICKOUT!

de Lacy flies in the air with the kickout, although it’s clear Dan Ryan needs more time to recover on the mat. The solid knee shot and DDT gave his head a spin.

de Lacy doesn’t let the kickout get the better of him. He knows what’s on the line, so he bounces into the ropes and drops both heels of his feet SQUARE into Dan Ryan’s face!

Joe Hoffman: Oh that looked solid!

Benny Newell: It sure did! I think Ryan’s KO’ed!

The crowd is shocked because it certainly looks like the champion is knocked out cold! Dandy wastes no time in dropping to the mat and hooking a leg.

UNO.

DOS.

TR-KICKOUT!

A minor sense of frustration crosses Charles de Lacy’s face, as Dan Ryan kicks out right before the three!

Joe Hoffman: Listen, we saw Charles’ frustration get the better of him, albeit slightly, in his match against Bobbinette Carey. He has to stay focused here…

Dandy pulls Ryan up with him, while continuing to feed Ryan shot after shot with his knee to the temple. Ryan is covering up but he can’t cover up well enough. Both men are standing but only one is in control. Charles de Lacy takes three steps back and charges at the champion-

THUMP!

And de Lacy eats a big boot to the face!

Joe Hoffman: From out of nowhere. You have to give Dan Ryan credit, for a big veteran himself, he has some quick moves up his sleeve from time to time. Almost didn’t see that big boot coming.

Benny Newell: Neither did Charles, clearly.

Ryan plucks the challenger off the mat. He hurls de Lacy into the ropes and crushes him with a clothesline so strong the crowd can’t believe Dandy’s head is still on his neck.

Dan drops down and hooks a leg.

UNO.

DOS.

SHOULDER UP!

The champion seems mildly surprised, yet not off his game. He merely lifts de Lacy off the mat and starts driving forearms and punches into his chest. Ryan flips de Lacy to the center of the ring in a seated position before he delivers a HARD knee to the kidney area of the challenger. Ryan hoists de Lacy into the air and CRASHES him to the mat in a brainbuster suplex!

He pins.

UNO.

DOES.

SHOULDER UP!

Ryan grunts, not happy the match will continue as the crowd watches on. de Lacy looks dead-to-rights when Ryan takes to the second rope, measures and waits for Dandy to get onto his feet.

Eventually, the challenger does.

Flying clothesline!

In connects and sends de Lacy falling into the ropes and out of the ring!

Joe Hoffman: That MIGHT work to de Lacy’s advantage because I’m not sure Dan Ryan doesn’t end the match otherwise!

The big man goes after his opponent. He rolls under the bottom rope and quickly takes hold of Charles de Lacy before tossing Dandy back into the ring. Ryan walks over the top rope and directs his elbow to its target, the top of Charles de Lacy’s skull.

But de Lacy doesn’t let it happen. Instead, Dandy drives his shoulder into Daddy’s chest over and over again. Then de Lacy hits the ropes on the far end and might be looking for some kind of spear/tackle, using his entire weight and momentum to take the big man off his feet.

…Except Ryan catches de Lacy in mid-air and goes with Dandy’s positioning, driving the challenger face-first to the mat in an implant DDT, all done in one fluent motion!

Ryan rolls de Lacy over and hooks a leg.

UNO.

DOS.

SHOULDER UP!

The crowd can’t believe it! Neither, for that matter, can the champion. The DDT Ryan used worked all of Charles’ momentum against him and it looked like the newcomer was DOA.

Nevertheless, Dan Ryan doesn’t dwell. He easily takes Charles off the mat with him and connects with a mercilessly looking belly-to-belly suplex. Ryan stays on top of de Lacy and pins him again.

UNO.

DOES.

SHOULDER UP!

Slowly becoming more irate, the champion Irish whips de Lacy into a turnbuckle and Charles meets the padding HARD. He instantly crumbles over as Ryan bursts in and delivers a knee to de Lacy’s head. This ricochets Dandy’s head off the bottom padding before Ryan takes hold of both de Lacy’s feet and flings him into the air, as Charles lands on the back of his head!

Joe Hoffman: I think we’re looking at the end, now…

Ryan grabs de Lacy by the skull and connects with a full nelson slam! This time, the vet places all his weight on de Lacy’s shoulders for a pinfall attempt, so he CAN’T get a shoulder up.

UNO.

DOS.

KICKOUT!

Joe Hoffman: Ryan had to compromise. He put all his weight on the top of Charles’ body but didn’t have the legs hooked!

Benny Newell: Hell of a battle so far.

Dandy refuses to stay down but it’s clear he is hurting and hurting badly. Both men are on their feet but it’s easy for Ryan to seemingly whip Dandy around the ring from pillar to post, until the HOTv Champion hits the ropes and aims for his running back elbow signature-

Charles de Lacy ducks the elbow and uses Ryan’s momentum against him, latching onto Dan’s waist and throwing the champion into a backdrop suplex!

Dandy stands. Barely. He’s in a world of pain and definitely dizzy. He’s also looking aggravated and pissed off himself. He turns to where Dan Ryan is getting onto his feet and de Lacy lands a leg drop to Ryan’s head.

de Lacy lifts Ryan to his knees and begins feeding the champion as many European uppercuts as he can provide.

Benny Newell: Those British uppercuts are looking very strong for a hobbled man.

de Lacy hits the ropes and DRIVES his right knee into Ryan’s temple! For the second time in this match, it appears as though Dan Ryan may be out cold.

de Lacy covers.

UNO.

DOES.

SHOULDER UP!

Joe Hoffman: A bit of his own medicine there. Dan Ryan had the wherewithal to get a shoulder up! This match continues!

Both men are struggling to find a vertical base when they slam into each other, stumble back but Dan Ryan catches Charles de Lacy with a ring shaking powerslam!

Joe Hoffman: That knocked the air right out of Dandy!

Ryan still needs a moment to recover as he backtracks from his opponent. He rests in a corner of the ring, his eyes remain locked on the challenger at all times. Ryan knows he needs to land another blow. The HOTv Champion bursts forward and attempts his rolling back elbow smash again.

Hammer of God MISSES!

But Ryan shows his smarts, bounces off the next set of ropes and tries for it again.

Hammer of God CONNECTS!

de Lacy crashes to the mat! Dan Ryan picks him up and positions him into his finisher, the Headliner.

At first, it looks like Dandy might be able to slip free but, ultimately…

He does not.

THUMP.

An exhausted Dan Ryan falls on top of Charles de Lacy, hooking a leg while maintaining his weight over the upperbody of the challenger.

UNO.

DOS.

TRES.

DING DING DING

Joe Hoffman: Hell of a match for Charles de Lacy. He came VERY close but in the end, Dan Ryan edges out the victory and retains the title!

Benny Newell: TWO HEADLINERS IN ONE NIGHT!!!!! COPY AND PASTE THAT INTO THE DIRT SHEETS YOU FUCKING NEEEERRRRDDDSSSS!!!

Ryan rolls to a knee and catches his breath.

Bryan McVay: Here is your winner… and STILL HOTv Champion… DAN RYAN!!

Ryan’s theme song plays as he’s handed back his TV strap while Chaos heads to commercial.

Back live and we cut over to Joe and Benny…

Joe Hoffman: Well, we found out this week on Missouri Valley Wrestling’s Wrestling Night in the Heartland show that Lee Best has an admirer over at MVW.

(Special MVW BONUS SEGMENT from Tuesday Night’s Wrestling Night in the Heartland)
The lights go out.  And then the lights come back on.  On the stage, looking out at the fans inside the Knapp Center… 

‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann

CUT…

Mr. McMann: I mean, even Lee Best at High Octane Wrestling has embraced sports entertainment. Look what he’s done over there.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mr. McMann: Lee’s rightly pushing his superstars when it’s clear that Ray McAvay will not.  Christopher America.  Evan Ward.  Aceldama.  Stronk Godson.  Steve Solex.  Dan Ryan.  Jatt Starr.  They are stars. The rest of the HOW roster is talent-enhancement caliber to be fed to the stars.  Their job is one thing and one thing only- to make the stars look good.  Lee made sure scrubs like Joe Bergman no longer hold titles and, oh, by the way, where is Bergman now?  Is he still hiding in the UK after he got his ass kicked at HOW’s March to Glory?   Look at what Ryan and Starr did to the so-called ‘best’ tag team in MVW last week… they utterly destroyed them.  

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Mr. McMann: Lee refers to MVW as the evil empire and he’s right.  It’s evil to push lesser talent at the expense of star talent.  It’s evil that McAvay’s outdated merit system of rankings doesn’t allow their star talent to shine.  And it’s evil that McAvay has continually rejected my brilliant ideas about sports entertainment.  Evil empire indeed.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Benny Newell: Well, Mr. McMann is a lot smarter than the rest of the mouth breathers who support the evil empire.

But before Benny can pontificate any further, the HOV comes to life.

Joe Bergman’s voice: Well hello!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Joe Hoffman: Speaking of Joe Bergman, here he is and he’s getting a big ovation from the Tulsa, Oklahoma fans.

Benny Newell: He’s a coward.  These stupid fans are cheering an Evil Empire coward!  He should be here putting over Lee’s Final Alliance just like the rest of them.

Joe Bergman: Oh hi, Benny.  Surprised you’re still sitting at the desk since you usually scurry out the door like a cockroach when light hits it when a Darin Zion match is coming up or if Sunny O’Callahan is bringing down a bottle of Southern Comfort with her to ringside.

OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

Joe Bergman: Well, in case you’re wondering where I am tonight.

Bergman holds out the Go-Pro he’s filming himself with and we see that he’s standing inside a goalkeeper’s net on a soccer pitch.

Joe Bergman: As this Go-Pro that I am borrowing from goalkeeper Ben Foster will show, I am standing right now on the very pitch at The Racecourse Ground in Wrexham, Wales where tomorrow, Wrexham has their big showdown with Notts County in a football match that may very well determine who will win automatic promotion back to the English Football League. Big game so Lee, as much as I hate to tell you, I will be extending my stay in the UK for at least another week.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

Joe Bergman: You know, I get it.  People keep asking me when I’m coming back to HOW.  Well, let me explain it like this.  Joe Bergman coming back to HOW right now would be the same as if I worked at this big-time wrestling company… left the big-time wrestling company of my volition to go out on my own… worked at several independents for a couple years… put together this HUGELY SUCCESSFUL independent wrestling event… helped set up a new wrestling company… and then returned to the big-time wrestling company after proving myself elsewhere only to get jobbed out in the biggest show of the year and THEN destroyed and buried on the first show after.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Joe Bergman: Lee has what he wants…  an all-powerful stable of wrestlers using the rest of the roster as cannon fodder.  So why would I want to come back and get the proverbial double-bird again for my troubles when I can stay here in the UK, enjoy my time away, and watch Wrexham return to the Football League.  So. Nope.  That’s gonna be a hard pass.

He shakes his head no.

Joe Bergman: And by the way, speaking of sports entertainment crap, let’s be honest here for a second.  Who in their right mind… who the hell… would ever want to wear the HOW World Title belt after what Christopher America finally loses the title.  I don’t know what he’s been doing to the belt and quite frankly, I don’t think anyone really wants to know what he’s been doing to the belt.   I’m pretty sure the next HOW World Champion is going to have to have the belt fumigated before it’s safe to put it around their waist.  I mean, how soon are we going to forced to watch Christopher America’s live sex celebration with the HOW World Title belt inside the ring?  I don’t need to see that.  In fact, I don’t think ANYONE in their right mind wants to see that.

Bergman rolls his eyes and continues.

Joe Bergman: And speaking of something people don’t want to see… Steve Solex…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Joe Bergman: You know Steve, the sad thing is had you put a tenth of the effort into defending the tag team belts that I won- once with Steve Harrison and the other with Clay Byrd- that you put into being Lee’s little toady in his New World Order Alliance or whatever he’s calling it today, we’d probably still have the tag belts right now.  I’m not suggesting that you sucked as a tag team partner, but yeah, it’s pretty clear you suck to have as a tag team partner.

Joe takes a sip from the can of Wrexham lager he has in his hand.

Joe Bergman: I hear Steve’s facing Lindsay Troy at the PWA-02 show and true to form he’s also going after her on social media, calling her ‘a commie nerd’ which is apparently the Final Alliance’s favorite new word.  Now, I remember as a kid thinking it was cute to learn a swear word for the first time and how cool I thought it was… that is until I tried it out on Mom and Dad.

He chuckles to himself.

Joe Bergman: That didn’t end well and It’s clear that a few of you children need the same sort of ass-kicking I got that day from my parents.  That’s where mom… er, I mean, Lindsay Troy comes in.  Not that I think Lindsay Troy is going to kick Steve Solex’s ass all over the ring at the PWA-02 show… just like she did at Madison Square Garden a couple of years ago… but yeah… LT’s going to kick Steve Solex’s ass again.

Joe gets a text on his cell phone call and wraps it up.

Joe Bergman: Well, gotta go. Huge day tomorrow.  Wrexham versus Nott County.  You all enjoy your sports entertainment and I’ll see you soon…  maybe.

Fade to black.

We now cut back live inside the arena and backstage where once again Blaire Moise who is standing by.

Blaire Moise: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time…Brian Hollywood!

Hollywood steps forward as his TSA guards are not too far from him as Hollywood steps up with a huge smile on his face.

Brian Hollywood: Blaire, what’s up? Tulsa Oklahoma…HELLO GUYS!!

Cheers can be heard from the arena as Hollywood nods his head in delight.

Blaire Moise: You’ve had quite the interesting night tonight. A lot can be said that there is a very contrast difference between the week you’ve had this week and what happened to you last week.

Brian Hollywood: What can I say Blaire…when I call out Lee Best or whatever form and flavor the Alliance is in at that time, and they never disappoint my expectations. I’ve never been shy when it comes to talking about the Alliance or prying into their business affairs. I mean after all I am a businessman and I wouldn’t be a good businessman if I didn’t evaluate the current state of the Alliance. That being said, i dished out my evaluation and handed out the papers. I think it’s safe to say my notice was delivered and received by the Final Alliance earlier tonight. Kostoff makes a great partner and I’m glad he had my back tonight.

Blaire Moise: Well after your defiant and message sending business earlier tonight some are speculating that this could get worse for you as The Final Alliance or the GOD of HOW himself may retaliate moving forward. Are you at all concerned what may be in store for you moving forward?

Hollywood lets out a smile as he doesn’t in the least bit look concerned.

Brian Hollywood: Look Blaire I told everyone what I was going to do moving forward. Lee and whatever Alliance he has at the current time has always been a big threat and a big deal around this time of the year especially at War Games. I may have missed a chance to qualify but I’m not going to go away. I don’t care what I have to do or how drastic I have to make things…I’m making it my personal mission to make life a living hell for Lee and his little Alliance as much as possible leading up to War Games. I don’t care if I have to show up and wreck their plans even at the PPV if I have to. Obviously I have no problem going at it alone…but if I employ some help along the way then so be it. But you can bet I’m gonna be here next week and I’ll be ready for what gets thrown at me next week. So what’s it gonna be Lee? You really want to continue this and keep testing me with your pawns? Your guys got the jump on me last week…I promise they will not get that opportunity again! Anyways enjoy what’s left of this evening and hopefully I’ve wrecked it enough to put you in a bad mood!

Hollywood laughs and shakes his head while winking and tapping Blaire on the shoulder as he heads off clearly continuing to be defiant as he awaits what’s next with the crowd cheering for Hollywood as chaos prepares for the main event of the night as we head to our final commercial break.

**SPECIAL HOR THIS TUESDAY AT 8PM FOR THE WAR GAMES DRAFT**

Back live and it is time for our main event of the evening…

Joe Hoffman: All right, we are back.  Recapping what happened earlier tonight, Scottywood and Scott Stevens both won War Games qualifying matches… Brian Hollywood and Zack Kostoff pull off an upset win over The Final Alliance’s Aceldama and Evan Ward… and HOTv Champion Dan Ryan retained the title against Charles DeLacy….and Scott Stevens went on an one man mission against The Final Alliance and immediately paid for it….. And now, it is time for our main event and let’s go to Bryan McVay in the ring.

Bryan McVay: Ladies and gentlemen, our main event tonight will be one fall and it will be for the High Octane Wrestling LSD title!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Bryan McVay: Introducing first, the challenger…

The opening chords of REO Speedwagon’s “Keep On Loving You” hit over the PA system.

Joe Hoffman: And as you can tell by his silence, Benny Newell has left the broadcast table as Darin Zion is in tonight’s main event.

Bryan McVay: Weighing in tonight at 218 pounds.  HE IS FROM SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.  REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL LOOOOOOOOOVE  DAAAAAAAAARIN ZIIIIIIIII-ON!!!!

On the HOV, a giant heart appears to beat to the song.

♫ You should have seen by the look in my eyes, baby
There was somethin’ missin’ ♫

Emerging from the locker room is REAL LOVE Darin Zion, decked out in a pink and purple robe.  The words REAL LOVE are printed on the back in sequins.  The sequins sparkle in the pink spotlight hitting the smug HOW superstar while he strolls down to the ring.  Unphased by the fans heckling him, he swivels his hips, trying to draw the attention of the women.  A cocky sneer is painted on his face as he gets down to the end of the entrance ramp.

♫ And I’m gonna keep on lovin’ you
‘Cause it’s the only thing I want to do
I don’t want to sleep, I just want to keep on lovin’ you♫

Zion throws his robe on the ground, displaying his 8-pack abs.  REAL LOVE starts counting them, blowing a kiss to the camera.  Sliding into the ring, he poses like a French model, winking to the audience at home.  Then he points at three people in the front row tonight who are cheering Zion on.

Joe Hoffman: Well, it looks like Darin Zion brought the LOVE CONVOY to HOW tonight.  Jonathan-Christopher Hall, Vickie Hall, and Tristan-Crispin Gladhappy are here in the front row to offer support to Zion.  As you may be able to tell, Zion’s a little banged up from last night’s battle royale at PRIME’s Culture Shock show.  Darin didn’t have the best showing there either as he was one of the early eliminations but tonight is a big opportunity for Zion.  Can he rise to the occasion against Jace Parker Davidson?

While the bridge finishes, Zion leaps up to his feet.  He motions back towards the entrance ramp, taunting his opponent for the evening.

Bryan McVay: And his opponent…

The lights in the arena go pitch black as the audience is lit up by thousands of lights from phones being held in the air. The HOV lights up as a large skull with a crown on its head appears on the screen.

“THE KING… IS HERE!”

Bryan McVay: From Denver, Colorado, weighing in tonight at 253 lbs. He is a HOW Hall of Famer. He is the greatest LSD Champion in HOW history. THE KING OF EVERYTHING…  JACE! PARKER! DAVIDSON!

The sound of “HAIL TO THE KING” by Avenged Sevenfold blasts from the speaker system.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

As the smoke begins to build up on stage, HOW Hall of Famer Jace Parker Davidson makes his way out through the smoke. Jace soaks in the hatred from the fans while covered in gold. The HOW LSD Championship belt is displayed around his waist.

♫Hail to the King
Hail to the one
Kneel to the crown
Stand in the sun
Hail to the King
(Hail, hail, hail)
(The King) ♫

Joe Hoffman: Well, it’s been a turbulent few weeks for the LSD Champion.  JPD got bottomlined and Lee Best has done everything in his power to weaken Jace Parker Davidson coming into this match tonight.  Will Davidson once again prove why he’s had a stranglehold on the LSD title?

♫ There’s a taste of fear (hail, hail, hail)
When the henchmen call (hail, hail, hail)
Iron fist to tame them (hail, hail, hail)
Iron fist to claim it all ♫

Jace begins his walk to the ring. Once at ringside, Jace slowly makes his way up the steel ring steps and then slowly walks along the ring apron. Jace leans back against the ropes facing the crowd then lifts his Championship belt into the air as pyro explodes from high above the ring.

♫ Hail to the King
Hail to the one
Kneel to the crown
Stand in the sun
Hail to the King
Hail to the one
Kneel to the crown
Stand in the sun
Hail to the King
(Hail, hail, hail) ♫

Jace lower the title and then enters the ring. He makes his way to the nearest corner, climbs the turnbuckle, and poses for the fans.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jace hops down from the turnbuckle and begins to prepare himself for the match ahead.

Joe Hoffman: Matt Boettcher will be the referee.

Boettcher does the pre-match check of both men.

Joe Hoffman: We’re about ready to go here.

Boettcher signals the timekeeper that he’s ready for the match to begin.

**DING-DING**

Joe Hoffman: Here we go.

Davidson takes two steps forward and stops.

Joe Hoffman: What the-

At ringside, Vickie Hall is trying to get the crowd involved.

Joe Hoffman: I think… she’s trying to get an anti-Jace Parker Davidson chant going.

Annoyed, JPD marches up and gets right in Zion’s face.

Joe Hoffman: Here we go.  Davidson’s in Zion’s face.  Zion pushes JPD’s finger out of the way.  OH! JPD kicks low!

Zion’s bent over from the boot to the balls.  Vickie’s screaming at ringside is audibly heard.

Joe Hoffman: JPD whips… Zion reverses and sends Davidson to the ropes… DROPKICK BY ZION!

After hitting the mat, Davidson rolls under the rope and bails out.

Joe Hoffman: Jace taking a breather.

Vickie Hall’s voice again pierces through the crowd noise as she tries to whip up the crowd.  She shouts something at Jace as he walks by which briefly gets his attention.

Joe Hoffman: Zion slingshots off the far ropes and builds up speed.

After turning away from Vickie, JPD sees Zion flying over the top rope.  He braces himself as Zion crashes into JPD and both men end up on the floor.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Joe Hoffman: Oh wow.  Darin Zion ran the ropes, launched himself over the ropes, and landed right on top of Davidson.

With Vickie cheering him on, Zion pulls JPD up and throws him back into the ring.

Joe Hoffman: The Love Convoy is on their feet as Zion sets Davidson up in the corner turnbuckle and walks to the opposite corner.   What’s he going to do?

Zion waits.  Jace takes a couple steps out.

Joe Hoffman: Here comes Zion… FOREARM TO THE FACE!

Jace slams into the turnbuckle and Zion bulldogs him down to the mat.

Joe Hoffman: Zion goes for the early pinfall.

Boettcher slides in.

ONE…

Joe Hoffman: JPD kicks out and gets away to a corner.  But Darin Zion is on the attack.

Zion runs in.  JPD stuns him with a boot to the face.

Joe Hoffman: This time Zion’s aggressiveness backfired and he got caught.  Now Davidson hits the ropes… here he comes.

*BOOM*

Joe Hoffman: HUGE shoulder block by Jace sends Zion reeling to the ropes.  Davidson follows…

Davidson clotheslines Zion over the top rope!

Joe Hoffman: AND HE SENDS ZION CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!

Zion lands on his feet by the barricades.

Joe Hoffman: Now JPD hits the ropes to build speed and HE DIVES.

Jace flies over the top rope and gets a direct hit on Zion…

Joe Hoffman: JPD goes to the air and he drives Zion hard into the barricade!

…right in front of the Halls and TGH.  Vickie again screeches at Jace.  Jace finally tells her to ‘shut the fuck up.’  That only serves to only egg her on even more.

Joe Hoffman: I don’t think Vickie’s having the effect on JPD she wanted.  

Jace flips off the Love Convoy and pulls a chair out from under the ring.

Joe Hoffman: JPD with a chair and that’s not a good thing.

*WHAP*

Zion freezes in place.

*WHAP*

Joe Hoffman: Another chairshot and Zion grabs on the edge of the ring apron to stay upright.

*WHAP*

Joe Hoffman: THREE CHAIRSHOTS!

Zion grabs the ring post to keep from falling after the third shot.   JPD smirks.  Vickie Hall shrieks.

*CLANG*

And Zion gets smashed with a fourth chairshot.

Joe Hoffman: FOUR CHAIRSHOT!

JPD flips off the Love Convoy again and throws a seemingly lifeless Zion back in the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Davidson rolls Zion back in.  He covers.

ONE…

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TWO…

…

…

THR-

…

…

At last possible moment, Zion gets a shoulder up.

Joe Hoffman: NO!

Jace shakes his head and rolls him up again.

ONE…

…

TWO…

…

THR-

Joe Hoffman: ZION KICKS OUT!

Again, Jace goes for the pinfall.

ONE…

…

TWO…

…

Joe Hoffman: NO!  ZION ESCAPES A THIRD TIME!

JPD is upset but he gets up and stomps Zion on the leg.

Joe Hoffman: Davidson stomps the leg now.  Step through but ZION KICKS HIM AWAY!

JPD trips up Zion and steps through again.

Joe Hoffman: ROLL UP BY ZION!

ONE…

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TWO…

…

Joe Hoffman: NO!  JPD GOT OUT AT TWO AFTER ZION NEARLY GOT THE SHOCK WIN OUT OF NOWHERE!

JPD jumps back up.

*SMACK*

Joe Hoffman: SUPERKICK BY ZION!

Davidson falls to the mat.

Joe Hoffman: Zion timed that perfectly- he hooks the leg!

ONE…

…

TWO… 

…

Joe Hoffman: NO!  Davidson kicks out!  Zion back up and sets, waiting for JPD to get back to his feet.

An unsteady Jace arises from the mat.

Joe Hoffman: JPD gets back to his feet.  BUZZSAW KICK BY ZION!

Zion’s kick flies an inch over Jace’s head.

Joe Hoffman: NO! JPD ducks…

*SMACK*

Joe Hoffman: ENZIGURI BY DAVIDSON!

Zion topples to the mat.

Joe Hoffman: JPD NAILED HIM WITH A KICK TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!

Jace scrambles to cover Zion.

ONE…

…

TWO…

…

Joe Hoffman: NO!  Zion kicks out.

Davidson again tries to roll Zion up but the challenger rolls away from him and out of the ring.

Joe Hoffman: Zion gets to safety but Jace Parker Davidson has turned it up a notch here and nearly got the pinfall.

Zion wobbles over to his Love Convoy cohorts.

Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion is taking a timeout to talk with Jonathan-Christopher and Vickie Hall at ringside.  WAIT!  JPD RIGHT BEHIND HIM…

With a chair in hand.

*WHAP*

Joe Hoffman: …AND DAVIDSON CRACKS A STEEL-FOLDING CHAIR ACROSS ZION’S BACK.

*WHAP*

Joe Hoffman: DAVIDSON TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT!

Vickie Hall shrieks as only she can.  Zion collapses to the floor.  Jace drops the chair… bent by the impact… on the floor.

Joe Hoffman: NOW JPD IS LAYING THE BOOTS TO THE CHALLENGER!

One.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Five.   Six.

Joe Hoffman: Jace drags Zion back to his feet and taunts the Halls.  Step back… SUPERKICK!

JPD’s foot connects with the tip of Zion’s chin and he’s out before he hits the floor.

Joe Hoffman: WOW!  That connected right on the button and Darin Zion may be out.

JPD drags up the dead weight of Zion and throws him onto the apron.  Again, we hear Vickie Hall shrieking like a banshee.  Again, Davidson flips her off.

Joe Hoffman: JPD rolls Zion back into the ring.  Could this be it?

ONE…

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TWO…

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THR-…

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…

…

Joe Hoffman: NO!  SHOULDER UP!  SHOULDER UP!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Davidson glares at Matt Boettcher.

Joe Hoffman: SOMEHOW… DARIN ZION GETS A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT!

JPD claps his hands three times.  Boettcher shows him two fingers.  Davidson hooks both of Zion’s arms.

Joe Hoffman: Zion could be about to experience some Unscripted Violence.

Jace goes to lift Zion in the air… but no.

Joe Hoffman: Zion blocks the move.

JPD tries again… again Zion uses his leg to stop him.

Joe Hoffman: Twice, JPD has tried to finish off Darin Zion with Unscripted Violence.  Twice, Darin Zion blocked it by using his leg.

So instead, JPD punts Zion in the balls and doubles REAL LOVE over.

Joe Hoffman: And the third time, the LSD champion goes the low road.

The champion slides out of the ring… grabs another chair… and returns.

Joe Hoffman: JPD has another chair and…

*WHAP*

Joe Hoffman: BUZZSAW KICK BY ZION SENT THE CHAIR INTO JPD’S FACE!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Joe Hoffman: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

The crowd rises to their feet as the force of Zion’s kick drives Davidson back to a corner where he hits the turnbuckle.  JPD props himself up in the corner by his arms.  But he loses his grip and lands in a seated position.

After hitting the buzzsaw kick and collapsing to the mat, Zion tries to use the ropes to pull himself back to his feet.

Joe Hoffman: BOTH MEN DOWN!

Grasping the rope and pulling himself up, Zion manages to leverage himself back into a vertical position.

Joe Hoffman: BOTH MEN TRYING TO GET BACK UP TO THEIR FEET!

JPD uses his legs to push back against the turnbuckle and force himself off the mat until he is back on his feet.

Joe Hoffman: BOTH MEN BACK UP!  NOW WHAT?

Zion staggers over and clocks JPD.

Joe Hoffman: Right hand by Zion and JPD rears back with his right hand and hits Zion in return!

*SLAP*

Joe Hoffman: Chop by Zion.

*SLAP*

Joe Hoffman: Chop by JPD.  That backs Zion up a little.  Zion tries to lariat.

JPD shrugs it off.

Joe Hoffman: But that doesn’t work.

Zion tries another lariat… JPD blocks…

Joe Hoffman: Zion doesn’t have enough strength left to- ENZIGURI BY JPD!

Zion dodges.

Joe Hoffman: HE MISSES!  JPD lands on the mat and Zion is right there with a boot… but Davidson sweeps Zion’s leg out from under him!

Zion finds himself back on the deck again.

Joe Hoffman: Quick thinking on JPD’s part.  Davidson saw the opening and took out Zion’s other leg to bring him down to the mat.

Again, both men are down and trying to get back to their feet.

Joe Hoffman: Last night, Darin Zion’s disappointing PRIME battle royal run ended when Brandon Youngblood belly-to-belly suplexed Darin Zion over the top rope into the ringside barricade.  Tonight, he’s battled back against a dominant LSD champion in Jace Parker Davidson… who himself has had to battle back from adversity.  Who will rise first?  Who will win this match?  Everything in this main event is up for grabs.

Zion up first.  He brings JPD up, but JPD rocks him with a forearm!

Joe Hoffman: BIG forearm there by Jace.  But Zion comes back and decks JPD in return! Davidson jumps back up and HE ROCKS Zion with a right hand! Zion UPPERCUTS! JPD again with the right hand!  Zion uppercut… no it misses.  Zion kicks out but JPD blocks.  He spins Zion around.  Belly-to-belly suplex?  No.  Zion blocks that.  BANHAMMER BY ZION… JPD DUCKS!  Zion resets… steps in… SWINGING NECKBREAKER BY JACE!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Zion comes back… Jace grabs the arm… RIPCHORD CLOTHESLINE!  JACE COVERS.

ONE…

…

TWO…

…

TH-

Joe Hoffman: NO!  ZION GOT A SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

JPD again glares at Boettcher.  Then he drags Zion to his feet.

Joe Hoffman: Davidson going to the corner turnbuckle.  He pulls Zion up with him!

Once set on top of the turnbuckle.  JPD leaps and brings Zion with him, flipping him over mid-air until both crash onto the mat.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Joe Hoffman: SPANISH FLY!

JPD scrambles over for the cover.

ONE…

…

TWO…

…

THR-

…

…

…

Joe Hoffman: ZION GOT THE SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Jace shoots up to his feet and claps three times in Boettcher’s face.  Again, Boettcher shows him two fingers.  JPD goes over and pulls Zion up again.

Joe Hoffman: JACE PUTS ZION’S HEAD IN BETWEEN HIS LEGS… CANADIAN DESTROYER!

Jace spikes Zion hard to the mat but before JPD can make the pinfall, Zion’s momentum takes him forward under the ropes and over the edge of the ring apron to the floor.

Joe Hoffman: Zion to the floor.  Davidson follows and he yanks Zion up by the hair and parades him around to the other side.

The side where Vickie Hall, Jonathan-Christopher Hall, and Tristan-Crispin Gladhappy all sit.  Jace tosses Zion onto the ring steps.

Joe Hoffman: Now what is he doing?

Davidson roots under the ring until he finds what he’s looking for.

Joe Hoffman: Oh no…

What was JPD looking for?

Joe Hoffman: Jace has the sledgehammer.

With every ounce of strength left in his body, Jace swings the sledgehammer and brings it down…

*BANG*

Joe Hoffman: ZION MOVED!

…leaving a clear DENT in the ring steps.

Joe Hoffman: THANK GOD FOR VICKIE HALL THIS TIME.  HER SCREAM ALERTED ZION AND HE ROLLED OFF THE STEPS JUST AS JPD BROUGHT THAT SLEDGEHAMMER DOWN ON HIM!  OHHHH!

Jace jams the head of the sledgehammer right into Zion’s ribcage.

Joe Hoffman: SLEDGEHAMMER SHOT TO THE MIDSECTION!

Zion doubles over to fall but JPD secures both arms.

Joe Hoffman: DAVIDSON HOOKS THE ARMS…

Jace lifts and then spikes Zion’s head to the floor.

Joe Hoffman: …UNSCRIPTED VIOLENCE!

Davidson taunts the Love Convoy again.  Then he brings Zion to his feet and rolls him back into the ring.

Joe Hoffman: ZION’S OUT FOLKS!

JPD drags Zion up and whips him into the ropes… Zion hits the ropes and comes back tumbling face first towards the mat.

Joe Hoffman: BOW TO THE KING!

The curb stomp leaves Zion face down on the mat and unconscious.

Joe Hoffman: THAT HAS TO BE IT!

Davidson rolls Zion on his back and puts his foot on his chest.

ONE…

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TWO…

…

THREE!

**DING-DING-DING**

Joe Hoffman: JACE PARKER DAVIDSON AGAIN RETAINS THE LSD TITLE!

Bryan McVay rolls into the ring to confirm that.

Bryan McVay: YOUR WINNER AT TWENTY-ONE MINUTES AND TWENTY-FOUR SECONDS… AND STILL THE LSD CHAMPION!  JACE!  PARKER!  DAVIDSON!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO1

Joe Hoffman: Darin Zion gave it everything he had but once again, Jace Parker Davidson rises to the occasion and he gets a very hard-fought win tonight on Chaos 27.

Boettcher gives JPD the LSD title back.  Davidson raises the belt into the air and climbs all each turnbuckle to show the fans that he is still the greatest LSD champion in HOW history.

Joe Hoffman: Next week, the road to War Games continues as HOW comes to the Smoothie King Center in Little Rock, Arkansas for Chaos 28.  We’ll see you then….

With that we fade out to the HOTv and PWA logo’s as the show comes to an end.

Roughly a hour after the conclusion of Chaos, the Final Alliance make their exit from the arena, bags and titles in hand. There are three SUV’s waiting for the group as the team splits in twos, with the HOW World Champion and Evan Ward taking the SUV to their farthest left as Dan Ryan and Jatt Starr take one and Stronk and Solex jump into another one.

Christopher America asks for the trunk to be opened and places his and Ward’s bags in accordingly. As he’s about to enter the passenger door, he sees a banana peel laying directly in front of the back tire. #97 rolls his eyes and kicks the peel further underneath the SUV in disgust.

He looks up and waves as the other two SUV’s exit the parking lot.

On the other side of their SUV, Ward closes his door and America closes the door on the other as both men finally climb in. The driver lifts his head in their direction.

Limo Driver: Where ya guys wanna go? Rainbow Road?

The chipper voice of the limo driver says, as America looks forward with an unimpressed demeanor. He can’t quite make out the driver, due to poor lighting but something seems off. Regardless, Christopher speaks up, as if saying their destination can’t be more obvious.

Christopher America: The hotel.

The Uber driver shakes his head no.

Driver: Naaa, we’re not going there.

America’s eyes open wide, finally realizing the driver’s voice sounds extremely familiar. Ward, on the other hand, hasn’t caught on.

WHAM!

And then suddenly Conor Fuse leaps out from behind the driver’s seat and starts pummeling both Ward and America as quickly as he can.

Conor takes Ward’s head and slams it against the side of the window. The Vintage proceeds to open Ward’s side of the car and kick him out.

Before the World Champion is able to recollect himself, Conor swings back around by holding onto the top of the car and driving his sneakers square into America’s face!

Conor Fuse: Surprise mother fucker!

The gamer leaps on top of America, hammering him with left fists. Fuse opens America’s door and the champ falls out of it.

Conor hops onto the top of the car, runs across the roof and clotheslines a recovering Evan Ward to the ground. And then, like nothing even happened on his end, Fuse dusts himself off and casually strolls to the trunk. He pops it open, takes out the Final Alliance’s belongings and tosses them to the ground.

Conor Fuse: Okay well that was a fun little talk. See ya at WarGames, guys!

Fuse hops into the driver’s seat but pops his head out the window.

Conor Fuse: BTW, thanks for clearing the banana peel outta the way. Hate those things. Flips my car over like all the time.

Fuse’s SUV screams out of the parking lot as the scene comes to a close.